Chapter 149

After breakfast, song Xijiao first went to Zhou's house. According to the agreement with Mrs. Zhou, she stewed her a piece of easily digestible lean meat porridge with her small stove. She ate it with her and gave her a massage. She was so comfortable that she wanted to sleep back to sleep before leaving.

She had no special feeling for Mrs. Zhou. She only took care of her as a must. Who let master owe her kindness, but she owed her.

By the time she left the Zhou mansion, the sun had already risen very high. She walked into the bamboo paper mill idly and looked at the endless stream of customers in the shop. From the moment she woke up, her bitter face finally brightened up.

There is nothing more reassuring than making money.

Everything was so orderly that she didn't need to worry too much. She went to the second floor directly with the account book and found a quiet room to sit down. She drank tea and settled accounts at the same time.

The new Xifeng bamboo paper factory has not been in operation for many days, but has already filled in the rent and cost. In two days, she will be able to start to make profits, but there is only one bamboo paper farm, and she is still a little uneasy.

If one day the bamboo paper mill fails, what should she rely on to support herself?

We have to find a new way to make money.

Just thinking about it, a man ran up in a hurry and said, "master, Ziqing is coming."

While talking, Ling Ziqing has already taken the breeze upstairs. When he sees song Xijiao, he looks surprised.

He was used to seeing song Xijiao's colorful clothes these days. Today, he suddenly became so simple and simple that he was not used to it for a time.

However, soon he was sensitive to capture a trace of melancholy from Song Xijiao's face. What happened? She was so sad that she didn't even have the mood to dress up?

Many possibilities flashed in his heart, which were crossed by him one by one. In the end, there was only one left: Zhong Chun.

My wife is so, I'm willing to make her sad!

"I just transplanted a few pots of Magnolia in my yard. Would you like to have a look?"

Song Xi hesitated and nodded.

Ling Ziqing smiles and takes her out of the bamboo paper farm. In order to avoid suspicion, he doesn't take the same carriage with her, but lets Qingfeng prepare a small sedan for her alone.

Ling Ziqing said it was several pots. However, when song Xijiao arrived at the backyard of Ling mansion, what she saw was a piece as big as a pond.

White flawless petals connected into a sea of snow, light purple stamens interspersed between, fluttering butterflies, when the true beauty of people can't move their eyes.

"How beautiful Song Xijiao's face showed a look of admiration, the corner of her mouth also raised a smile, "this is the goddess Mulan? That's a nice name

Ling Ziqing said with a smile: "this name has allusions. It is said that a fairy who played Sheng was sent to Yinhe River to wash her yarn in order to take care of the magnolia flower. Because of the endless yarn and uneven water, she was not allowed to return to yaochi. The fairy is not angry, and she is willing to turn into a huge stone, but she doesn't obey her orders

"The first one to make up this is really a leisurely one."

Ling Ziqing was stunned and asked, "what?"

Song Xijiao blinked her eyes and said, "you don't really believe this legend, do you?"? It must be someone who saw the beautiful flower and wanted to introduce it to others and make up a far fetched story! Maybe it's made up by one person, maybe it's made up by one person

Hearing the speech, Ling Ziqing shook his head and said with a smile: "you, this story is so beautiful, it's fake. What's wrong with believing it. The most difficult thing in life is to understand when you should understand it, and if you should not, you will not understand it. "

"But I want to live clearly."

"Don't you understand?" Ling Ziqing looked at her, some helpless, and some heartache, "Xijiao, you have done very well, don't let yourself too tired. Sometimes, relying on others is not necessarily a trouble, but a pleasure to others. "

Rely on others?

Song Xijiao droops her eyes and looks at the Magnolia. Who can she rely on? What is owed to others should be paid back. No one will give selflessly, even if there is, she does not dare to.

Seeing that she became depressed because of her own words, Ling Ziqing scolded herself a few times and suddenly said, "I think of another story again."

Song Xijiao looked up and asked, "what?"

"There is a man in Jinzhou City who believes in geomantic omen. He always predicts good or bad luck when things happen. One day, a wall suddenly collapsed and pressed on him. People rushed to rescue him, but he exclaimed, "don't worry, don't worry. Go and ask Mr. Feng Shui to see if it's not suitable to start the ground today."

Song Xijiao was stunned and burst into laughter.

In fact, the joke itself is not very interesting, but to see Ling Ziqing with an extraordinary face, rigid imitation of the master's shouts, is really too contrary, too interesting! Laughing, she could hardly straighten up.

When Ling Ziqing saw that the joke worked, he was relieved. This was the first time in his life to tell a joke. He was afraid that he could not tell it well, which made her feel more uncomfortable.

Song Xijiao straightened up after laughing and gave a faint breath.

After laughing, although there is a sense of inexplicable emptiness, but the heart of worry is also swept away.She suddenly looked up and said, "young master Ling, would you like to drink with me?"

"Drink?" Ling Ziqing hesitated and nodded, "OK."

Ling Ziqing ordered Qingfeng to prepare wine and vegetables in the magnolia flowers. They sat opposite each other with the fragrance of flowers and wine lingering on the tip of their noses. They felt a bit drunk when they didn't need to drink.

Song Xijiao drank wine alone last night. She felt very comfortable, but she was lonely. Today, she was accompanied by someone. She was more relaxed. She drank one cup after another.

Ling Ziqing saw that she was so anxious to drink that he stopped her and joked, "you are alone in my lingfu. You are so drunk that you are not afraid that I will do harm to you?"

Song Xijiao laughed at the words, regardless of the image: "I'm afraid of all the people in Jinzhou City, and I won't be afraid of you. You are a real gentleman. You don't eat people's smoke and fire. Ordinary people like me can only look up and dare not play with them! "

Ling Ziqing showed a helpless smile: "in front of you, how have I ever been elegant? It's just a layman who loves and can't forget. "

"Do you still like me?" Song Xijiao seemed to be drunk and shook her head like a small rattle. "I really don't understand you. What do I have to like? You should like those talented women who can write poems and songs. I can't do anything and nothing."

"Xijiao, don't belittle yourself. You are more beautiful and talented than any woman in the world." Ling Ziqing took up the wine cup, looked up and did it, and said with a bitter smile, "it's me that can't deserve you."

Hearing this, song Xijiao immediately retorted: "nonsense! How can you not be worthy of me? You are more than enough for me. It's just that I have Zhongchun. If there is no Zhong Chun, even if you don't like me, I will be your little fan... "

Song Xijiao said, while lying dizzy on the table, mouth murmuring, consciousness is gradually blurred.

Ling Ziqing got up and held her up. Looking at the drunk girl in her arms, she sighed: "sometimes, I wish I wasn't a gentleman."

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