Bamboo horse is not a human being in his daily life

Chapter 191 [Song Yuwen] Waiting for a heavy snow ([-])

On the day Song Yuyan was born, it snowed heavily in the capital.

On the day Song Yufan died, there was also a heavy snowfall in the capital.

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Others don't know what interesting things there are in the capital, but Song Yuzhen is very well-connected. The Song family has been rich and prosperous from generations of merchants, even though this dandy Song Gongzi can't squander all the family property in his life.

Fortunately, although Mr. Song is a dandy, he is not a man of excessive drinking. He just likes some weird things.

Flowers, birds, insects, fish, rouge vulgar powder, it is strange to say that they are all things that little girls like.

Young men in the capital who were not familiar with him secretly laughed at him for being a sissy, not manly at all, even though he dressed in flashy clothes on weekdays, and the things he liked were all so girly.

Mr. Song didn't care at all, he put the treasures collected today in an exquisite box like offering treasures, and climbed over the high wall with ease.

The moon was hanging high, and the little girl was sitting by the window looking at the stars with her chin resting on her hands.

Song Yuyan leaned over with a smile, put the box in front of her, and called her with a smile, "Ningshuang, look, I brought you some treasures!" The joy on the brows was almost overflowing, and he stretched out his hand to poke the little girl's head, and called her again in a good voice, "Ningshuang, it's because I didn't take you out to play last time! looking at you."

Wen Ningshuang snorted twice before reaching out to open the things he brought.

She has been locked up in the mansion by the general for the past few days. The reason is ashamed to say, the little girl went out with Song Yuwen to fool around a few days ago, and drove away the carriage parked at the gate of the prime minister's mansion. The carriage was finally found at the gate of the General's Mansion.

The general's wife was furious, and locked up this troublesome little ancestor for three days, and today is the last day.

There are really a lot of treasures in the box, the new jewelry from Cuixilou, the latest clothes from Nishangfang, and all kinds of exquisite gadgets.

Song Yuyan saw that the little girl finally smiled, and leaned against the wall, her tense nerves finally relaxed.

Mr. Song is wearing bright red clothes today, and a white crane is proudly raising its neck at the hem of the clothes.

Wen Ningshuang finished flipping through the baby, and climbed onto the window sill with smooth movements, stretched her legs outside, and stretched out her hand to hook Song Yufan's shoulders, "Song Yufan, you are also very flirtatiously dressed today? No one will tell you when you go out. ?”

Song Yuyan glanced at her, "If I remember correctly, you chose this dress for me when I took you out last time, so who is to blame?"

Wen Ningshuang choked up, and muttered in a low voice, you have to agree to buy it yourself.

Song Yuyan smiled quietly with his curved eyes.

Song Yuxun's happiness came really easily.

His mother died young and his father was absent from the house all year round. No one in the family except the housekeeper dared to say a few words to him. He seemed to have a high status, but in fact he was in a cold place.

He has no friends and no family affection. There is only a little girl who grew up with him outside this high wall.

The little girl sat on the window sill, pointing at the stars in the sky, her voice was soft and sweet.

"Song Yufan, can you count how many stars there are in the sky?"

"What are you doing counting? I'm too busy?"

"Since even you can't count, then you said that if you secretly plucked one and gave it to me, no one would find out?!" Wen Ningshuang smiled, as if she felt that her idea was feasible.

After she finished speaking, she gave a smirk to herself. When she said this, she didn't intend that Song Yufan would reply to her.

But Song Yuyan agreed quickly.

"Okay."

Wen Ningshuang was taken aback, "I'm talking about stars!"

Song Yuwen, "Yes, I know."

Wen Ningshuang was a little amused, "Brother Song, can you pick the stars?"

Song Yuyan looked at her with a relaxed and casual tone, as if talking about a trivial matter, "If you want it, I'll pick it for you."

(End of this chapter)