Chapter 121

Song Xijiao was stunned. The tea bowl in her hand suddenly fell on the table. The tea dripped and fell on her skirt. She soon opened a small water stain. While wiping, she blames herself in her heart. Why is she so nervous!

Thinking of this, he raised his head and said with a smile, "I am the boss of the bamboo paper farm. How can I be a servant beside you?"

Song Xijiao originally wanted to make a ha ha to go around this topic, so as not to be embarrassed. Ling Ziqing stopped the dishes and chopsticks and looked at her. In her black eyes, she seemed to be true and false: "if you can be by my side, I would be your servant."

“……”

Song Xijiao knows that this topic is impossible to get around.

In fact, these days, Ling Ziqing to her heart, she also has some awareness.

But Ling Ziqing a pair of peach blossom eyes, see who all contain three points of affection, she is not sure.

Second, as long as his illness is cured and the bamboo paper farm is completed, the two will have no relationship. Even if it is true, it is better to pretend that they don't know what to say and wait for the matter to be solved.

At this time, he suddenly said that song Xijiao couldn't hide. He had to look up at him and say seriously, "I'm married."

Qingfeng suddenly interrupted: "in Jinzhou City, there is no precedent for women to remarry."

"If I want to remarry, even if there is no precedent for a woman to remarry, I will be the first." Song Xijiao looked at them and refused without hesitation, "but I don't want to."

With these words, the room soon fell silent.

Qingfeng looks at her disappointed and puzzled.

Of course, he didn't understand, let alone that he didn't understand. If anyone said this to the whole Jinzhou City, they would not understand. No one can talk about the appearance and the appearance of Lingzi.

Don't say to be his wife, even if he can only be his servant, how many people are flocking to him! But this miss song is so ignorant.

After staying for a while, Ling Ziqing sighed and said with a smile, "I expected you to say so. If you had answered me today, I would not have valued you so much. "

Hearing this, song Xijiao was relieved and said with a smile: "there are thousands of women in the world. I don't know how many are better than me. When you get better, you can go out to visit mountains and play with water. I don't know how many peach blossoms and fate are waiting for you. I'm just a layman. "

Ling Ziqing does not agree, only silent meal.

When he finished eating, she immediately brought him the medicine.

Ling Ziqing looked up and down like drinking. At last, he wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief. His eyes did not look at Song Xijiao. He always had a gentle voice like spring rain. At this time, he took a few shreds of sharpness: "I'm also a layman. If I don't get something good, I'll read it all my life. No matter how good it is, I'm afraid it won't get into my eyes. "

"Master Ling..." Song Xijiao was embarrassed. I don't know why he spoke in such a heavy tone.

"You can have tea here, please." Ling Ziqing looks cold, no longer look at Song Xijiao, get up to leave.

Song Xijiao sat in the same place, knowing that she had hurt his heart. But there is no better way, this kind of thing does not say clearly, in the future will only be more sad, it is better to cut the mess quickly.

On the next day, song Xijiao still came to send rice and herbs. Unfortunately, she was only met by servants. She could not even see the breeze.

Song Xijiao didn't take it seriously. She still came here on time every day. She moved the food to the dishes and bowls of Ling's house and left with the food box.

Three days later, as she passed the yard under reconstruction with her lunch box, she saw a fan-shaped attic standing in front of her. The doors and windows of the first floor are closed, and the second floor cloister is connected with the house. Fringed ornaments and gauze curtains flutter. Through the hollowed out corridor, you can see some peach blossom and Begonia trees behind the building. It is the end of winter and the beginning of spring, the branches are sprouting, which makes people can't help but stop.

Unconsciously, it has been covered!

She walked in excitedly, but was stopped. The man recognized her and said directly, "Miss Song, Mr. Ling told me that she had just been painted with red lacquer, but the taste has not gone away. She can't go in until three or five days."

"I'll just go in and fold a branch."

She walked into the courtyard, put the food box on the ground, climbed up the tree neatly, folded the most tender and fresh peach branch and took it in her hand. Then she took the food box to Ling Fu.

It was still two women who called on her.

Although lingfu is big, there are not many servants, especially in the backyard. Except for Qingfeng and a few wives, there are few others. Song Xijiao put food in a bowl and asked, "why didn't Mr. Ling look for more servants?"

The old lady said with a smile: "before, there were several servant girls around you. But the servant girls were jealous in secret and overtly, and the young master was tired of it, so he sent them all away. Later, I saw that we were able to do our work, and we didn't look for it again. "

So it was. Song Xijiao nodded.

The woman said with a smile, "Miss Song, don't worry. When you come through the door, you will naturally hire a servant girl for Miss Song. You will not treat Miss Song badly."

Song Xijiao's cheeks turned red. As soon as she was about to explain, she saw Qingfeng come into the door and looked at her. She looked unhappy. She pretended to be respectful and said, "Miss Song, please welcome our childe."Thinking of Ling Ziqing's cold treatment to herself these days, she also put on airs and said, "I still have something to do. I don't have time to see him. You take the food to him, and I'm gone."

Before leaving, he handed the flower branches to Qingfeng: "here, the first peach blossom in the bamboo paper farm, I folded it for him."

Qingfeng held it in her hand and saw that song Xijiao was going to leave, and she yelled, "Miss Song, do you know that peach blossoms in the bamboo paper farm are all planted by our childe himself!"

Song Xijiao looked back and said, "thank him for me."

The breeze was suffocating, and then he called out, "where can we compare with that Hunter?"

"There are so many beautiful women in the world, how can they not compare with me?"

Song Xijiao ignored him and left lingfu with a food box.

Brother Qingfeng went into the backyard with the flowers and the food. When Ling Ziqing saw that he was the only one to come, he was disappointed. He immediately said, "that Miss Song is really true. You have given her steps, but she is still putting on airs!"

Ling Ziqing shook his head: "she does not need me to give the steps, is I need her steps, but she does not give, I can only retreat and ask for the next." Then he said, "what do you have in your hand?"

"Oh, Miss Song asked me to give it to the young master. She said it was the first peach blossom in the bamboo paper farm. She went to fold it for him."

Ling Ziqing took over the peach blossom, a warm eye, and said with a smile, "did she say anything?"

Qingfeng then retell the conversation to Ling Ziqing. After listening to lingziqing, Ling Ziqing had no choice but to smile: "you can't say her. Go and get my dragon blood jade bottle. "

The breeze widened his eyes: "can't, childe, dragon blood jade bottle is priceless treasure, you want to use dragon blood jade bottle this flower branch?"

Ling Ziqing looked at the flowers in her hand, a faint smile: "I hope to be able to match the heart of her hand folded."

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