Chapter 683

Drum lane.

One hundred years of Song Dynasty.

A Maybach stopped steadily at the door.

The driver got out of the car, quickly came to the back seat and bent down to open the back door.

Li Haotian got out of the back seat and looked at the plaque of the song mansion. He stopped for a moment, then walked towards the mansion.

"Here comes Li Shao."

Welcome is song Shou, the housekeeper of the Song Dynasty.

Li Haotian didn't put on any airs in the face of the old housekeeper of the Song Dynasty, and even made a younger posture.

"Shoubo, is God Luo at home?"

"Yes. The first lady is in the back garden

Li Haotian is very polite, and song Shou is still holding the attitude of servant.

Both are playing their roles.

"Li Shao, please wait in the front hall. I'll report to the first lady."

"No, I'll go straight to her in the back garden."

If someone else, it is impossible for him to turn around in the Song Dynasty, but this person is another matter.

He is not only the eldest son of the Li family, but also the uncle of the Song Dynasty. It's natural for him to come to see his fiancee. No one can stop him.

"I'll show Li Shao the way."

"Shoubo, it's not the first time I've come here. I know how to get there. Go and do your own business. Don't worry about me."

Song Shou smiles and doesn't insist any more.

After parting with song Shou, Li Haotian walks towards the backyard alone. On the way, he meets song Chaoge by accident.

"Big brother Li."

The second son of the Song family warmly greets his future brother-in-law.

"To see my sister?"

Li Haotian nodded with a smile, "want to go out?"

"Well, there's something wrong with the company. Isn't my sister waiting to be a bride now? She doesn't care much about the affairs of the group. The burden is on my shoulders."

Song Dynasty Song sighed, as if suffering.

"You know how hard it is? You should understand that your sister has been under a lot of pressure before, and it's time for you to help her share the burden. "

"Yes, I'll try my best to make her a bride, right?"

Song Dynasty song did not complain, "my sister should be in the back garden, I'll take you."

"No, just now Shoubo told me. I'll go by myself."

"All right."

"Do well."

Li Haotian patted Song Dynasty song on the shoulder and passed by.

Song Chaoge stood in the same place. A few seconds later, he looked back at the figure of the man who was almost the same as his brother-in-law. The corners of his mouth rose slowly, and then he turned and walked out.

Back garden.

The garden is full of plum blossoms.

Wearing a snow-white shawl and coat, song Luoshen stood quietly under a plum tree. His peerless face and plum blossoms reflected each other, forming the most beautiful scenery in the cold winter.

This situation, people can't bear to disturb, even Li Haotian can't help but slow down.

But even so, it was still detected by the God of Songluo.

"Why are you here?"

Song Luoshen looks back and smiles. The beauty of that moment is enough to shake the world.

This is my wife.

This is my own woman!

As the successor of the Li family, Li Haotian was born on the head of almost 99% of the people in the world. He wanted to get wind and rain, and money and power were given to him. As a result, he has not had any sense of achievement until now.

But at this moment, a great sense of pride that he had never felt came from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm afraid you're bored at home alone, so I'll accompany you."

He steadied his mind and showed a gentle smile.

"I'm not a child."

Song Luoshen came over with a smile. There was a stone table between them. There were several round stools beside the stone table, and there were porcelain bowls and bottles on the table.

"It's a coincidence that you're here. Aunt Jiang's plum blossom ball soup. Try it."

Song Luoshen sat down and personally served Li Haotian a bowl.

How many years is it a blessing to get such a plain spoon?

When Li Haotian came down and took the bowl, he could not help holding song Luoshen's hand. His eyes were full of affection and attachment.

Song Luo God smiles and naturally draws back his hand.

"Try it and see if it suits you."

Li Haotian took a spoon and took a drink.

It is full of fragrance, sweet but not greasy.

"Luoshen, you are really blessed."

Li Haotian was full of praise.

"Then drink more."

Li Haotian nodded and soon finished a bowl of soup. After putting down the porcelain bowl, he found that song Luoshen was looking at him all the time.

"Luoshen, why don't you drink it?"

He was a little surprised.

"I just had it."Looking at the clean porcelain bowl, she said with a smile, "if aunt Jiang knows that you like her soup so much, she will be very happy."

"Aunt Jiang's skill, it's no problem to be a royal chef."

"Do you mean she's a genius to stay in our song family?"

Li Haotian immediately explained.

"Of course not. I didn't mean that at all."

"Just a joke."

Instead of drinking the soup, song Luoshen poured a cup of tea and took a sip.

Staring at the beautiful face, Li Haotian suddenly opened his mouth.

"Luoshen, the wound on your face seems to be invisible now."

Holding the teacup, song Luoshen's eyes flickered.

"It's just a minor injury. It's all right long ago."

She said as if nothing had happened.

The wound on her face had really healed. At that time, Meng Po didn't seem to have much malice. She just gave her a warning.

At that time, this incident was suppressed by the Song family and did not spread to the public, but it could be concealed from outsiders, but it could not be concealed from Li Haotian.

Almost disfigured, for any woman, I'm afraid it's a memory that I don't want to think much about. Li Haotian has always been very understanding to avoid talking about it, but why mention it today?

It's just a whim.

Or does it mean something?

"That's good. I know a very good TCM doctor. His prescription is very useful for scars caused by scratches, but you probably can't use it."

Li Haotian seems to have let down his heart.

He didn't stay long either. After all, they were not suitable to stay in the song mansion. After a conversation with song Luoshen, he got up and left.

Song Luoshen watched his back disappear, his eyes flickering, and his fingers gently stroked his injured cheek.

A moment later,

she looked at the porcelain bowl that Li Haotian had used, then picked up a clean one again and filled herself with soup.

It's steaming.

With the peculiar fragrance of plum blossoms rushing to the tip of her nose,

Song Luoshen gently blew and put the spoon to her mouth. However, as before, she had not opened her lips, and a wave of nausea like vomiting rolled up in her body.

Song Luoshen stood up with a slight frown like a distant mountain. He was suspected of being violent. He poured the plum blossom soup, which was praised by the Li family, who had eaten all kinds of delicacies, under a plum tree.

Song Luoshen stood there, watching the soup slowly infiltrate into the soil.

Maybe it's a kind of heavenly cycle.

Then, her hand slowly even stroked her upper abdomen with some hesitation.