Feng Jing praised it and said, "Are you right? ”

Ling Jingshan shook his head, "It's not a student, there are other masters." ”

Feng Jing only thought that he had specially begged for the Siwei Inn from a generous family in the world, nodded and said, "You have a heart!" ”

Ling Jingshan smiled without saying a word, and signed his name under it, which would be engraved together when the time came. Then he did not mention the matter of resignation.

Feng Jing looked at the word, and finally said, "Well, it's all this time, you can stay here for dinner." Coarse tea and light rice, I don't know if it suits your appetite? ”

"Mr. stays for dinner, and the student must not refuse. I'm not a picky eater, I eat everything. ”

Feng Jing didn't bother to pay attention to him, and still looked at the couplet, full of love.

In the evening, the backyard opened by itself, and Mingjing's family of three, Gui's sister-in-law, Aunt Ma, Tong Xiaoqi, Fu Niangzi, Mingrun, Mingyu, plus a Ling Jingshan. A large round table was circled to the fullest.

Mingrun and Mingyu saw Ling Jingshan walking next to Mingjing, and then called respectfully: "Lord Ling-"

Mingjing also felt that someone who stayed for dinner was a little thick-skinned, and he didn't take a few steps back to the small courtyard of the embroidery workshop.

Ling Jingshan stood beside her steadily, and smiled at the two of them approachably: "You don't have to be so polite at home. It's better to just call me Senior Brother with Minghao. Take your seats—"

Mingjing tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Yes, Sister Yu and Brother Mingrun sit down." It was as if he was not a guest who stayed to eat, but a host.

Sister-in-law Gui had served a bowl of rice before, and she saw that she was going to get up and serve another bowl again. Tong Xiaoqi hurriedly held her down, "I'll just go." Quickly walked over and put the rice in front of Ling Jingshan, and then sat down next to Minghao.

Feng Jing saw that everyone had arrived, picked up the chopsticks and said, "Let's go!" ”

After dinner, sitting down and drinking tea, Ling Jingshan finally got up and said goodbye. Mingjing sent him to the side door, and he smiled: "Why don't you send me again?" ”

Mingjing laughed, "And then you'll send me back?" Go back quickly, and the days will be long. ”

Ling Jingshan pursed his lips, but finally didn't say anything, turned around and left.

Ming Jing returned to the house, and Ming Yu said: "I actually sat at the same table with such a big man to eat!" Brother Mingrun, have you seen any other five-grade officials? ”

"Last time I went to the Kaofu, I met the prefect. Of course, the prefect didn't eat with me, but I had dinner with Fang Zhixian and went with Mingjing. ”

Feng Jing said with a straight face: "If you see a lot in the future, you will naturally get used to it." "This is a start, there must be one and two.

Mingyu said: "No, I was just about to ask, isn't he at home behind closed doors?" And why don't you stay at such a late hour, so many rooms in front? ”

Mingrun said: "I came up with the idea to ask him to explain Minghao." He didn't know why no one had been left behind. It is said that everyone has been left for dinner, but it is dark early this winter, and it is not very visible outside. Whether it was going back to Hongsha Village or the Zhuangzi he had been to, it was extremely inconvenient.

Feng Jing snorted and went back to the house on crutches.

Only then did Ming Hao whisper: "He has a small courtyard behind the embroidery workshop, and he lives there at night." Should all stay there in the future. ”

Ming Yu paused for a moment, "The embroidery workshop won't be his, right?" ”

"Yes, that woman from the Lan family wanted to cut off the sales of my family's medicinal materials before, so Senior Brother Ling opened an embroidery workshop to confront the Lan family. Nowadays, the Lan's embroidery workshop relies on the Liu's embroidery workshop to maintain it. ”