Various lives in fast time travel

Chapter 270 I Can't Cry 28
Cui Lin looked at it and nodded in satisfaction, so he is good.

But he is really old, and he would be tired by a carriage, but he hoped that his trip was not in vain.

Originally, he was already a hermit, because he still knew a little bit about Qihuang, and he had to go through this whole journey, so he would follow Xiaoer when Xiaoer came to look for him, otherwise he wouldn't bother to talk to him.

It's just this Hanhan who was driving too fast, his bones were so weak that they were falling apart.

His personality is just like his name, so it's no wonder that he didn't find a wife until he was 30 when he was single!

Cui Lin knew this after meeting the waiter and seeing his face, but Cui Lin didn't mention it to the waiter, lest people didn't believe him and thought he was cursing him.

The two of them kept silent and walked all the way to the door of Song Qiaonan's study.

The door was closed, and Xiao Er stretched out his hand to knock on the door, only to hear a "come in" from the inner room.

After hearing the words, Xiaoer opened the door, walked in, and said to Song Qiaonan who was painting a landscape in front of the desk: "Master, I have already brought him."

"Then let him come in and make another pot of tea." After speaking, the stroke that Song Qiaonan wrote just landed steadily.

After speaking, Xiao Er went to lead Cui Lin over, and then Xiao Er went to order the servants to make tea.

After Cui Lin walked in, he was not restrained, he explored the decorations in the room comfortably, and then his eyes fell on Song Qiaonan who was bowing his head and painting in front of the desk.

You're welcome, Cui Lin walked over, and what caught his eyes was a majestic landscape painting.

Every stroke reveals a majestic aura, which makes people wander in it with an open mind, as if this is the world in charge of him, so happy.

"Wonderful!" Cui Lin praised.

Cui Lin looked at Song Qiaonan's face again, and without careful calculation, he could see that he was definitely not a dragon or a phoenix.

Cui Lin felt that his trip was not in vain just because of this person in front of him.

"It's you who want to find the old man." Cui Lin said.

Use a declarative tone, not a question.

Song Qiaonan put down the last stroke, and the surging water gushed out, finishing the stroke perfectly.

Song Qiaonan simply said "yes".

Cui Lin went on to say: "I don't know who you want this old man to see?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll go see it tomorrow. I just don't know if the miracle doctor is true?" After Song Qiaonan said the last word, he looked at Cui Lin with sharp eyes, but his face was still warm laugh.

Cui Lin laughed loudly, "Even if this young master doesn't believe it, wouldn't you still invite me here?"

Song Qiaonan's gaze returned to peace, "Indeed, junior Song Qiaonan has seen Senior Cui." Saying that, he bowed to Cui Lin.

Cui Lin waved his hands more proudly, "There is no need to be formal, maybe this time the old man made money."

Song Qiaonan continued: "Senior is still used to it, if you need anything, just say it, and this junior will naturally do his best to satisfy it."

"I don't care much about the old man. It's just that the old bones are going to fall apart all the way here. A place to rest is enough."

"Don't worry about it, it's already been arranged."

"Then I won't bother you, let's go and have a rest first."

"Okay." Then Song Qiaonan called Xiao Er, and asked Xiao Er to lead Cui Lin to rest in the wing that had already been prepared.

The poor waiter was enslaved again before he could rest.

When Cui Lin was resting, he first asked Xiao Er to sort out the things he brought. The poor Xiao Er could only stare at a pile of herbs he didn't know in a daze.

(End of this chapter)