Until the blue and white porcelain vase is safely put into the warehouse and placed in a corner.

Sure that it would not be knocked, hit, touched, or even scratched, Aunt Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whew!"

Aunt Yao spit deeply, looking at the blue and white porcelain vase in front of her with complicated eyes.

She was originally a person from the suburbs of Beijing, but later due to fate, she became a cleaner and a part-time cook for the two of them, and took care of their daily lives.

At that time, Da Lang and San Lang were only from outsiders, two scholars.

Staying in Guozijian almost every day, he will only come back when he is resting.

They are no different from other students, they are just ordinary two people.

If you want to say that the only difference is that they have a good temper, treat people well, and never treat Aunt Yao as a person.

Aunt Yao is also happy to take care of these two, knowledgeable and courteous, gentle as jade, and honest and sunny young men.

It wasn't until the younger sister of these two people, Song Qingyuan, the county lord of Jinning, came here that the tranquility of the small courtyard was completely broken.

Guozijian preached, established a charitable foundation, and was awarded the title of county lord.

Dignitaries and nobles rushed to give gifts, and even the second and third princes came to the door one after another.

Everything shocked Aunt Yao.

Well done!

You must do a good job in the Song family!

In the dimly lit warehouse, Aunt Yao secretly cheered herself up.

It is said that the prime minister has seven officials in front of the door.

She, the housekeeper of the county lord's family, if she does a good job and wins the trust of the lord's family, she will definitely rise to the top.

When you go out in the future, you can take a look at it.

Aunt Yao thought about it, so she straightened her clothes, retracted her thoughts, walked out of the warehouse, called other subordinates, and carried the congratulatory gifts together.

Sunset.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the earth, as if it had cloned the earth with a crimson coat

At this time, inside the courtyard of the new house.

The housewarming gifts sent by each family have been registered by Song Qingyuan and sent to the treasury one by one.

And Aunt Yao and others were also sent to the kitchen by Song Qingyuan to prepare meals.

A moment later.

A table was set up in the hall of the Song family.

At this time, Shen Biqing also came back.

Erlang also woke up from his sleep, yawned heavily, and stretched his waist.

Under the service of the servants, after washing his face, he sat down at the dinner table.

Zhang Luo said, "Eat!" Dine! ”

"I drank at noon, and I didn't eat much, and I'm hungry at this time!"

"Come on, come on, hurry up and get on the table, hurry up and eat."

After Erlang finished speaking, he picked up the bowl, sandwiched the vegetables, and ate it in a big gulp.

Song Qingyuan and Shen Biqing also sat down one by one when they saw this.

Soon, the meal was over in Jiro's gobbling up!

Until evening.

A crescent moon hangs in the sky.

The hollow carved windows, the specks of moonlight shining into the window lintels, and the candlelight in the house.

In the haze, the woman in the light was slightly thin.

At this time, she was wearing her underwear, leaning lazily on the couch, flipping through the books for a while.

A haze hit, sleepiness hit.

Song Qingyuan got up and walked to the window, intending to reach out and close the window.

Which Cheng wants to ...... A white shadow appeared outside the wall, and it crashed into Song Qingyuan's eyes so coldly.

It's like a white ghost, and it's like a black and white impermanence that asks for your life.

In this silent and slightly dark night, it looks particularly weird, and there is a sense of seclusion.

"Goo-dong!"

Song Qingyuan swallowed hard, subconsciously wrapped his hands around him, and curled himself up.

It was a hot and windless night, but I felt a cool breeze on my back.

Thinking of what Yin Yirou said in the daytime......

"Red Sleeves!"

Song Qingyuan called out loudly, her pale pink lips pursed.

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open, and Red Sleeves hurriedly ran in and quickly came to Song Qingyuan's side.

Cautiously asked, "Girl, what's wrong?" ”

"What happened?"

"Look ......"

Song Qingyuan's gaze remained unchanged, he stretched out his hand, pointed straight out through the window.

Hearing this, Red Sleeves followed the direction of Song Qingyuan's finger and turned his gaze.

The night was a little dark, and the red sleeves couldn't see it clearly, but he felt that there was a white shadow hanging on the branches.

"Girl, I'll take a look."

Redsleeves said.

Turning around to leave, his hand was suddenly grabbed, and he saw Song Qingyuan's dark eyes looking over, "Let's go!" ”

With that, they found the lantern and lit it, and the two of them took it and walked towards the wall.

When I walked in, I shone it with a lantern and saw it clearly.

"Girl, that's a pair of dirty pants."

Redsleeves said.

"Whew!"

Song Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Pursing the corners of his mouth and biting his lower lip, Song Qingyuan's eyes were unhappy.

"Girl, go back to sleep!"

Redsleeves whispered.

With just one glance, he knew why Song Qingyuan was unhappy.

If it weren't for Yin Yirou during the day, what would Miss Lin Si say?

Her girl will not panic because of a pair of obscene pants.

There was a hint of coldness in Redsleeves' eyes.

It was as if he was going to look through the wall, through a path between the two walls, to Yin Yirou's residence.

"Let's go!"

Song Qingyuan tugged at the hand of the red sleeve and went back to the house.

People are most afraid of association, if they put it in normal times and saw this scene, she may not have any ideas.

But after listening to Yin Yirou's words, she didn't believe in ghosts.

But some ideas still popped out of my mind unconsciously.

"Tomorrow, you go and find out what's going on with that Miss Lin Si."

Song Qingyuan commanded at the red sleeves. The fastest network update Mobile::/m.. com/

Yin Yirou said this ambiguously.

She wanted to know if this man was scaring her.

"Good!"

"Don't worry, girl, the slave will go to check tomorrow."

followed Song Qingyuan back to the room, opened the cabinet, took out a set of luggage, put it on the couch and said, "Girl, the slave is sleeping here today." ”

"Hmm!"

Song Qingyuan's heart warmed, and nodded, the red sleeves were afraid that she would be afraid!

Undressed, went to bed, blew out the candles, and Song Qingyuan soon fell asleep.

A good night's sleep, what had just happened was like the wind without a trace, leaving no trace in her heart.

It wasn't until the next morning that the first rays of sunlight poured in.

Song Qingyuan rubbed his eyes sleepily, and after he was more energetic, he began to get up and freshen up.

At this time, Red Sleeves had already gotten up, and when he heard the sound, he immediately went to the small kitchen and mixed the boiling water.

brought Song Qingyuan into the house and put it on the washing shelf on the side.

At the same time, he called, "Girl......"

"Got it."

Song Qingyuan nodded and got up and walked over.

Stretching out my hand to try it, the water temperature is just not cold or hot, and I picked up a handful and slapped it on my face, and I felt a lot more energetic.

After washing his face, Song Qingyuan took the handkerchief handed over by Red Sleeves, and asked while wiping it, "Are the dirty pants still there?" "ァ新ヤ~(8)~1~Chinese 網ωωω.. còм

Red Sleeves' eyes flashed, "It's gone......"

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