Chapter 280

"I've been well for a long time."

Song Xijiao cheerfully called out, and then couldn't wait to run to Mr. Xiong's side to observe his masterpiece.

This is a picture of horses. Twelve horses are in different shapes, galloping on the vast grassland, with powerful hooves, manes dancing with the wind, unrestrained and free, which makes the viewer feel an impulse to run.

"The horse is also very well drawn!" Song Xijiao couldn't help clapping her hands.

Mr. Xiong said with a smile: "it's OK. How do you say to draw lots, Xijiao? "

song as like as two peas, and three pieces of paper, they were put on the table. The mysterious three of them were written on the table. "The names of the three of us are written in the group. Whoever takes the name of the person will take away the painting. Master, if you have my name, you can only take my picture."

Mr. Xiong didn't know song Xijiao's level at all, but he thought that she was so intelligent that he would certainly be good at painting. Therefore, he didn't take her words to heart and asked, "what if I took my own name?"

"Then start again!"

"Good."

"Master, you first."

Song Xijiao makes a gesture of invitation. Mr. Xiong picks up a paper ball. Song Xijiao looks at Ling Ziqing again. Ling Ziqing smiles and picks up a paper ball. Song Xijiao picks up the last paper ball, glances at Ling Ziqing and says with a smile, "are you afraid to get my painting?"

Ling Ziqing was smiling but not speaking.

Song Xijiao saw that he didn't speak. When he was silent, he deliberately blustered him and said, "Hey, tell you a secret. The more you are afraid of, the more you will be."

Ling Ziqing looked at her bright eyes, and only felt funny. If so, he would like to be afraid. Because although song Xijiao's paintings are destined to be less elegant, as long as they are written by her, he wants to collect them. He had too little about her.

"Master, look first."

"Good."

Mr. Xiong slowly unfolded his paper ball in his hand. He didn't read his name. He frowned at first and looked up at Song Xijiao: "is this what you asked your partner to write? Xijiao, I don't mean that you are a bamboo paper shop. What you do is a gentleman's business. You can't hire too many guys. How can such a word represent the appearance of your bamboo paper shop? How can you handle it

Song Xijiao's face turned red. She waved quickly: "master, it doesn't matter. Tell me, whose name is written on your paper ball?"

"Who else can it be? My disciple, Ling Ziqing, who is bigger than me."

Ling Ziqing's face was happy, and without waiting for song Xijiao to urge him, he immediately opened his paper dumpling. Sure enough, song Xijiao's three big characters came into view.

"Ha ha!" Song Xijiao covered her mouth and began to smile. She glanced at Ling Ziqing with pride on her face. "Look, what did I say?"

Ling Ziqing laughed and didn't speak. He looked at the paper ball that Mr. Xiong had thrown on the table, picked it up quietly and put it into his sleeve.

Song Xijiao knows that the last paper ball must be Mr. Xiong's name.

Mr. Xiong was not half happy when he got the painting of Ling Ziqing. He enjoyed the process of painting with his two disciples more than the result.

He took up his hands and went to song Xijiao's desk curiously to see her paintings. Unexpectedly, song Xijiao rushed to the table and put the painting into Ling Ziqing's hand. Then he laughed at Mr. Xiong: "the content of this painting can only be seen by me, and others can't see it."

Mr. Xiong said, "I can't do it either?"

Song Xijiao nodded seriously: "no!"

"You I don't care about it yet

Mr. bear said, angry negative hand back to his desk, his painting reluctantly forward: "quickly take away!"

Song Xijiao checked it carefully and confirmed that the seal had been sealed. Only then did she roll up the painting with joy. It's said that you get the moon first when you're close to the water, isn't it! How many people have been dreaming of Mr. Xiong's paintings with one idea at random!

When they were busy, song Xijiao knew that Mr. Xiong would not go out and Ling Ziqing didn't want to go to a crowded place. She simply asked the shop assistant to go to the restaurant to buy food and eat in the elegant room.

After dinner, Ling Ziqing no longer stay, take the breeze to leave, sit on the carriage, slowly toward Ling Fu.

"Young master, Miss Song has a good relationship with him! He even became a martial brother and sister. "

Ling Ziqing shook his head helplessly: "it's a pity, it's not predestined."

"That's not necessarily true. Miss Song is so powerful. She is not only the disciple of doctor Hao, but also the disciple of Mr. Xiong. In Jinzhou, no one can match her. Such a person will never be willing to be with a hunter. Sooner or later, they will leave. Even if they don't leave, they will quarrel every day. Sooner or later, the young master will wait for the opportunity! "Ling Ziqing sighed softly and did not make a sound.

If you were a different woman, maybe it would be. But Xijiao He had seen her look at the hunter with his own eyes. Otherwise, he would not have given up. What's more, if she is really that kind of person who forgets righteousness, he will not be infatuated with her here.

This fate, I am afraid that doomed to his single Acacia.

But it doesn't matter. For him, it's a good thing to meet the one he loves all his life. As long as she is safe, it doesn't matter.

"In the street that day, Xijiao's second sister slandered her. Did you find out?"

Qingfeng quickly nodded: "find out, it is song Qingchen that ordered by the wife of the Song family."

"It's her again." Ling Ziqing frowned. This lady is really in vain as a mother. She burned Xijiao's paper mill on New Year's Eve. She was so vicious that she wanted to ruin her reputation.

Qingfeng also helpless way: "childe, this big lady is not a thing! It is said that she had been merciful and ruthless before, and had no strength to fight back against the other two ladies in the Song Dynasty. The second lady played the piano in the yard all day long. She did not dare to step out of the door for fear of provoking her.

The third lady, needless to say, was directly driven out of the house by her. It's hard to deal with such a person if he stares at Miss Song. "

Ling Zi checked and nodded, and then asked, "well, what happened to the woman I asked you to arrange by her side?"

"I've successfully infiltrated into the Song government, but I'm still working outside. I'm afraid it's going to take some time to get close."

"Well, as soon as possible."

The carriage slowly drove up the street. The breeze was bored and lifted the curtain to look around. Suddenly, he said excitedly, "look, that's Miss Song's elder sister, song QingHan!"

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