The little lady is petted daily

Chapter 172 Let Me Hold For Awhile

The people of Longyang City all accepted the kindness of the Sifu, and Si Jingyi contributed a lot to the prosperity of Longyang City.

The older ones copied the scriptures and prayed, and the younger ones followed their parents to worship Buddha and burn incense.For a while, there was a crowd in front of the Sifu gate.

"If there is something wrong with brother, I will risk my life to go to Beijing to ask for an explanation." Si Jingli was so irritable.

Si Zhao was getting old, and the entire Si family kept this matter a secret, for fear that the old man would not be able to bear the torment.

When Su Shi heard the news, she passed out immediately, and Si Yuan was cooking beside her, and she still hasn't woken up yet.

Meng Ziqian arrived at the first time, and sure enough, Si Jingli was furious when he saw Si Jingli.

It's persuasion, and it's helping and scolding.

"That old guy from the Cao family. Damn it!"

"Yes, yes, damn it," he agreed.

"The Lan family deserves to die too."

"Yeah, damn it."

Si Jingli was angry and annoyed, but the whole Si family still needed his control.The elder brother Shangjing handed over the burden to him, so naturally he couldn't ruin the business by himself while Si Jingyi was away.

He kicked the post so hard that his foot hurt.

He took a deep breath: "Sooner or later, they will be brought together."

"End and end, must end."

Si Jingli stared over.

"Go away, learn how to speak from me."

Come on, good intentions are like the liver and lungs of a donkey, hasn't he never comforted anyone.Seeing that he had vented enough, Meng Ziqian wanted to leave immediately.

Si Jingli looked a little unnatural.

Shouted to Meng Ziqian's back.

"Wait, come back."

Got it!

Meng Ziqian turned around and saluted Si Jingli jokingly.

"What are the orders from the second son of Si? If you still feel worried, brother, I would like to arrest that kid Song Ziliang and let you beat him up to vent his anger?"

Song Ziliang hugged the concubine he had just accepted: sit at home behind closed doors, misfortune comes from the sky, whoever provokes whom.

Do you really think he is a punching bag?

Si Jingli dared not look directly at Meng Ziqian's eyes.

Pretending to be indifferent, he asked, "Where is Mencius late?"

"I'm busy, you know my parents will be back tomorrow, so my sister will naturally clean up the house."

"Besides, it's time for her to get married. The younger generation is said to be very good-looking, so she has to dress up well."

When Meng Ziqian said this, he was happy in his heart. Someone wanted such a noisy elder sister, so it was not necessary to set off firecrackers to celebrate.

"Dress up?" Si Jingli's voice soared.

what to dress upCould it be true that he was moved by someone he had never met before.

How could this Mencius Wan be so superficial!

get married?ridiculous!
With her appearance, it would be superfluous to dress up!A nameless fire suddenly rose from his heart, and it burned more and more vigorously.

His reaction was too intense, and Meng Ziqian was startled immediately.There was inquiry in his eyes, just when Si Jingli thought he saw something.

Meng Ziqian rushed to him excitedly: "Second brother, although your sister has been fighting with you and has looked down on each other for more than ten years, you can't wish that she can't get married! Anyway, she is from an aristocratic family, and she still calls you Second brother."

Having looked down on the other party for more than ten years, looking down on the other party for more than ten years, Si Jingli felt very uncomfortable.

He twisted his neck, not looking at Meng Ziqian.The voice is muffled.

"What are you talking about? Big brother has an accident, the Si family is in chaos, your sister is fine, she only cares about her own marriage, it's useless for my mother to love her so much!"

When Meng Ziqian heard it, he just thought it was reasonable.Aunt Si is still in a coma!
"What the second brother said is very true, I will let my sister come to accompany my aunt."

Si Jing felt at ease in his heart, but he did not forget to cover his ears.

He said at the top of his voice, "You know, I wish your sister would stop appearing in front of me. I'm doing this for my mother. Telling your sister to come earlier will make my mother feel cold."

He cannot do without Su Shi.

Meng Ziqian has been oppressed by Mencius Wan for many years, so he understands Si Jingli's thoughts very well.Immediately patted the chest.

"I'll go back and call her. Your grievances should be put aside. The overall situation is the most important thing."

What is grievance, what is grievance, can this kid talk.

The night came as expected, and the darkness swallowed up the last golden light in the sky.Dominate everything.

Be quiet all around.Silently.The palace fell into a dream.

The ugly time has come.

A gust of wind hit the door, and the kerosene lamp shook slightly.It blew loudly on the window edge.

Xiao Qing was wearing pajamas, with beads of sweat streaming down her temples, looking sleepy.

Another nightmare.

The line of sight moved slowly, falling outside the hanging curtain, and saw the outline of the cloisonné three-legged elephant trunk incense burner outside, with smoke curling up from above, burning incense for calming the nerves.

But the effect was not obvious. During these days, she woke up more and more often.

Xiao Qing hugged her legs and curled up in the corner.

'Patta Pata' it was raining outside.The rain gradually increased.

The bean-sized raindrops fell on the bluestone slab, and the sound was extremely crisp.

It's still sunny at noon, but God's temper can change as he says, nothing more.

The wind howled and the windows were blown open.Drive the curtain to sway gently.The cold Xiao Qing shuddered.

The kerosene lamp was extinguished suddenly, and the room suddenly became dark.

Borrowing the faint moonlight, Xiao Qing put on embroidered shoes and walked to the carved window with small steps.

It was very dark outside, and the shadows of the trees could be vaguely seen.Swaying.

The rain drifted in, landed on Xiao Qing's collar and slid in, feeling chilly.

Xiao Qing lowered her eyes, because of crying in the afternoon, the surrounding areas of her eyes were swollen and astringent.

She stretched out her hand to close the window, but a black shadow flashed in front of the window.He stared straight at himself.His eyes are amazingly bright.

She was so frightened that she couldn't help backing away, but her hand was grabbed.You can tell it's a man just by looking at this strength.

Xiao Qing screamed uncontrollably, and struggled to break free.With the free hand, he punched the incoming man in the chest, in exchange for a muffled groan.

"Don't be afraid, it's me." The man said.

Xiao Qing paused.

He was dazed for a while, and stared out of the window in a daze.The man clasping his wrist in the dim night.

Unbelievable: "Brother?"

Wasn't Si Jingyi injured? She was worried that Tiantian's person would just show up like this?
But that voice is the most familiar.

As if to solve her doubts, Si Jingyi chuckled: "It's me."

Xiao Qing was overjoyed, and saw that the most well-behaved man jumped in over the window and closed the window.

???

But she didn't care about this, and hurriedly followed her memory to the table, and got the fire pocket in the dark.

Hearing the footsteps of the people behind him following him.

After the windows were closed, the room was very dark. Xiao Qing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he finally found the kerosene lamp.

"How is brother's injury? It's raining outside, why did you come back suddenly, the outer shirt must be wet too. Don't cause inflammation of the wound."

As soon as the lights were turned on, Si Jingyi hugged her tightly behind her.

Xiao Qing's heart trembled.But the tip of the nose smelled blood/fishy smell, and suddenly remembered the muffled groan just now.The punch she just had was quite powerful.

"Brother, let me see your injury." As soon as she spoke, the man put his head on her neck and took a deep breath in an extremely intimate posture.

"Don't move, let me hug you for a while."

(End of this chapter)