Chapter 225

With the early food, song Xijiao dragged the body of muscle ache to the bamboo paper farm. After explaining the day's work, she took several pieces of hard paper and bamboo wood from the shop and came to the gate of lingfu.

The porter had been ordered to wait for Miss Song's presence.

So, as soon as they saw song Xijiao, they took her respectfully to the backyard.

One day did not come, Ling Fu's backyard seems to have changed. Magnolia withered, but opened a ground of Platycodon. Lavender flowers in clusters on the stem, petals thin like a layer of paper, fragile and transparent.

Seeing the flower of Platycodon grandiflorum, song Xijiao suddenly remembered that Platycodon grandiflorum is also a traditional Chinese medicine, which can relieve cough and promote lung function, which is of great benefit to tuberculosis. In other words, lingziqing planted Platycodon grandiflorum, most likely as a medicinal, not ornamental.

Think of just met when, Ling Ziqing a sit wait to return to the West attitude, but now take the initiative to Plant Platycodon grandiflorum, it can be seen that he really want to cure his disease.

"Miss Song, what are you doing! I've been waiting for you for a long time. "

Song Xijiao is standing in the courtyard to enjoy the flowers. Suddenly, the wind cries out from the arch in front of her. She answers in a hurry, bends down to pick some Platycodon grandiflorum flowers, and takes them to Ling Ziqing's study.

"Oh, Miss Song, where are you going? The young master is not in the study, but painting in the backyard."

Song Xijiao had to turn around and follow the breeze.

When I got to the backyard, I saw a table set up in a white flower field. At the moment, Ling Ziqing was standing in front of the table, sketching something at will.

This flower is very special. In addition to the small and white flowers, the petals are also slightly open on the tip of the fork, even the leaves are like petals stacked together, setting off the white little flowers, showing the flowers more crystal and lovely.

"What kind of flower is this?" she asked in surprise

Ling Ziqing heard her voice, looked up with a smile, said: "this is June snow."

When the eyes fell on her body, it was clear that there was some amazing color. I don't know why, other women, even if they feel a little bit beautiful at first sight, and then feel bored after seeing each other a few times. But song Xijiao is the only one who has known her for a long time. The more she knows her, the more beautiful she is. Even she often looks at Chang Xin and is always amazed by her.

This is a very strange thing, and he is very happy to look forward to it.

"Snow in June? The name really suits the flower Song Xijiao bent down to take a closer look, and then looked up to Ling Ziqing in white. She couldn't help laughing, "this flower is also suitable for you."

"I'll take it as a compliment." Ling Ziqing faint smile, see her arms holding a lot of paper wood, he asked, "and what good things to bring?"

"It's not a good thing. Isn't Qingfeng saying that you always paint at home? I think, if your paintings are not well preserved, damaged and crumpled, it's just natural. It's better to mount them and keep them well! I just brought some hard paper and bamboo to help you with the painting. "

"You have a mind." Ling Ziqing a smile, toward the Qingfeng way, "go to my study, get those paintings."

"Yes

The breeze turned and ran. For a while, they were only left in the yard full of June snow.

Song Xijiao went to the table, looked down and immediately praised: "you can draw white flowers, isn't it amazing?"

Ling Ziqing said with a smile: "it's just a small skill. If you want to learn it, I'll make sure you can learn it after an hour."

"How can that be? I'm not you." Song Xijiao immediately waved her hand, writing and painting has always been her death spot, so don't be disgraced.

Seeing that she didn't want to, Ling Ziqing no longer forced her. Seeing that she was holding so many things and afraid of her hard work, Ling Ziqing rolled up the unfinished painting on the table and made room for a way: "put things down first."

Song Xijiao was just tired, so she put the hard paper and bamboo on the table, took out a soft cloth bag from his sleeve, looked up at Ling Ziqing with a smile and winked: "do you guess what's inside?"

Ling Ziqing was interested in looking at the cloth bag. It was sewn with a piece of blue cloth. It looked very soft and looked like nothing. But song Xijiao specially asked him what was inside, that is to say, there were things in it.

What needs to be wrapped in this coarse cloth and brought to Ling Fu?

In addition to the bamboo paper market, there is food or Hao Langzhong that is related to song Xijiao.

Ling Ziqing thought for a moment and then tried to ask, "is it a needle?"

Song Xijiao immediately opened her mouth in surprise: "can you guess?"

See oneself guess right, Ling Ziqing light smile said: "because I know you enough, for me, it is not difficult."

Song Xijiao pretended not to understand the meaning of his words. Opening the cloth bag, she did not dare to look up at Ling Ziqing. She lowered her head and whispered, "in fact, I came here today to make acupuncture for you. However, I tried Zhongchun last night, and I directly pricked him to bleed. Therefore, I can't guarantee that I will hurt you. Would you like me to have a try? "

"With pleasure."

Ling Ziqing did not hesitate to give a positive answer.Song Xijiao immediately raised her head and said with a smile, "don't worry. Elder martial brother Qingmao taught me the acupoint I pricked for Zhongchun last night. I didn't learn it well. I pricked it for you. It was taught by my master. I learned it carefully and I can't make mistakes! "

Ling Ziqing just looked at her smile, what's wrong with it? As long as it was given by her, whether it was sweet or painful, he was happy.

But song Xijiao has already begun to alienate him. He has restrained himself from these words and refuses to mention them in front of song Xijiao as much as possible.

So, when Qingfeng tried his best to pick out the most obvious paintings from that pile of paintings. When she came to the backyard, she saw Ling Ziqing sitting on the pavilion in the backyard. She looked up at Song Xijiao's smile and closed her thin lips. She didn't know what she was talking about, which made song Xijiao cover her stomach and smile.

He suddenly did not want to disturb, because he had not seen Ling Ziqing so happy for a long time.

However, it was not more than a cup of tea, when song Xijiao had a strong smile, she raised her hand and held a silver needle and pricked it into Ling Ziqing's chest.

Qingfeng was shocked and yelled: "Miss Song, what are you doing?"

Song Xijiao was shocked by the breeze, and her silver needle almost fell to the ground.

"Don't be afraid." Ling Ziqing timely grasps her wrist, gives her the strength of support, and then looks at the Qingfeng displeasantly, "you are not bigger and smaller, what identity is Xijiao, I did not say to you?"

"This..." Qingfeng see Lingzi Qingzhen angry, busy kneeling down, low voice, "said, childe said, Miss Song is Ling house hostess."

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