Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Song Hongli saw that Song Qinglian was unusually silent, and quietly got up and left.

After a while, Song Hongli came back with a piece of white paper about three palms long, and wrote something on the paper.

Song Hongli handed the pair of characters to Song Qinglian: "You said earlier that you liked my characters, and the characters have already been pasted on the lintel. As soon as you came back, you wrote another one. If you want, take it. 35

In Song Qinglian's eyes, the candlelight that was extinguished seemed to be lit again, flashing a little bit of light that jumped indefinitely.

She took it carefully. The paper was very thin, with five big characters written on it with good Hui ink - "Green Xiaomei Qinglian"

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It's almost the same font as the previous pair of horizontal lines, just reduced in a circle.

"Thank you, Master." Song Qinglian said softly.

"Just as it was, a pre-sent New Year's gift. There's an even better gift that will take a while to give to you.

"I like it all from the master."

Song Hongli glanced at the messy desktop and said, "Go back, I'll do the rest myself. 95

"Yes, Master.

Song Qinglian held the piece of paper and slowly walked out of Song Hongli's bedroom. She held the paper and looked back at the closed door for a long time.

When the sky was a little snowy, Song Qinglian returned to his senses, carefully folded the paper neatly along the corners, and folded the thin paper into a small square.

Then put it into the kit that you carry with you, and carefully put it in the placket and organize it.

It's New Year's Eve, and the weather is really cold.

Song Qinglian pulled out the bracelet that had never left her body from her wrist and held it in her palm, as if she wanted to get a touch of warmth from it.

The two days passed quickly, and it seemed that Song Qinglian came to Ling Yunfeng just a moment ago.

Luo Qingzhi and the others were so busy in the kitchen that there were countless dishes to prepare, and they were only cooked here, and they were about to leave to cut another dish.

I haven't finished cutting here, and the soup over there has already opened...

After Su Zhaoxue wrote the couplets in the main hall, she was in a panic, so she wrote a lot of couplets, posted them on every door of Ling Yunfeng, and hung up red lanterns with various decorations.

For a while, Ling Yun Peak, which was white in the past, suddenly looked at the red and white, and became festive.

But what Song Hongli did not expect was that Ling Yiting and Mu Yanwan actually came to Lingyun Peak together, and they also brought their apprentices: Ling Qingyun and Mu Xi.

Ling Yiting's gentle and refined elegance has become more and more precipitation with time, he smiled to Song Hongli.

"Junior Brother Song, I heard that this year's New Year's Eve, your Lingyun Peak is very lively. You can't ask me and my eldest sister to be on the coldly clear Qingbo Peak and Lingyu Peak Pavilion on New Year's Eve? 66

"Look, my apprentice was too embarrassed to come, and now I just pulled him here."

Ling Qingyun's face turned red when he heard this.

Ling Qingyun is tall and straight, with a young and handsome face full of vitality, as well as the calm and politeness that has been cultivated over the years.

His eyebrows and eyes are dark and delicate, and the bridge of his nose is high and narrow. He is really a rare and handsome young man. If Song Qinglian is placed next to him, it is a pair of heaven and earth, and it is a perfect match.

Mu Yanwan was not polite, she found a place to sit down, and hurriedly waited for a drink.

"Look, your Master Ling and Ling Qingyun are here too.

On the other side, Luo Qingzhi saw several people coming to Ling Yunfeng, looked at Song Qinglian, and bit Ling Qingyun's name deliberately.

Song Qinglian's face was a little gloomy.

It was already dark, and Ling Yunfeng was festively illuminated by the red lanterns hanging all over the place.

The dishes have been gradually put on the table, and everyone has started to get busy, carrying bowls and chopsticks, moving tables and stools, how can they still look like monks who are usually pure-hearted and careless.

Only Mu Yanwan, Ling Yiting and Song Hongli were sitting like the Buddha, and no one had the courage to send them.

Ling Yiting drank slowly while holding a cup of tea, his left hand holding the cup was missing a little finger, which was the injury he left last year.

Ling Qingyun helped hold the bowls and chopsticks, followed Song Qinglian silently, and took advantage of this free time to start a conversation with Song Qinglian: "Song Junior Sister."

Song Qinglian glanced at Ling Qingyun and replied politely, "Senior Brother Ling Qingyun, what's the matter?"

"No...nothing..." Ling Qingyun, a tall and straight man, blushed inexplicably and scratched his head.

Song Qinglian didn't take the initiative to say anything to him, and let him follow her.

"Song Qinglian, you are about to be seventeen, do you have anything you want?" Ling Qingyun suddenly asked again.

"Thank you Senior Brother, I don't want anything." Song Qinglian was still polite and distant.

"Oh..." Ling Qingyun's face was still shy.

Song Hongli quietly looked at the two who had been "sticking" together for a long time, then looked away, picked up the teacup and drank tea slowly.

Soon, the table was filled with all kinds of dishes, everything was flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the sea, and many, many, many dumplings.

Luo Qingzhi was quite proud: """ These dumplings contain copper coins, whoever eats them will be very lucky this year."

Ling Yiting asked with great interest, "How many dumplings with copper coins did you make?"

Luo Qingzhi thought about it and said, "There are more than thirty.

"Doesn't this mean that everyone is going to get some luck? It's not interesting to play like this, otherwise, whoever eats the copper coins will drink three glasses of wine, and come to share the blessings for everyone!"

On the other side, Mu Yanwan said with a smile.

Song Hongli only asked leisurely: "You guys, have you washed the copper coins you put in?"

Song Qinglian laughed and said hurriedly: "Master, don't worry, everything has been washed and you can eat it.

Mu Yanwan picked up her chopsticks and hurriedly said, "Come on, come on, who's the first to try your luck? I'll go first!

Mu Yanwan picked one up, stuffed it into her mouth, chewed it hard, and squeaked.

"Tsk, I'm lucky, I'm almost filling up three glasses of wine!" Luo Qingzhi laughed and coaxed.

Mu Yanwan spit out the copper coin: "I almost bleed. I didn't expect my idea, and I was the first to figure it out. Come on, come on, I'm still afraid of you. Three glasses of wine are not enough! 35

Song Hongli silently picked up a dumpling, put it in his mouth and chewed slowly.

No one seemed to notice that he was eating.

After chewing a couple of times, Song Hongli was taken aback for a moment, then he looked at the crowd and lowered his eyes silently.

Others may not really notice, but Song Qinglian's eyes are always glued to Song Hongli, how can Song Hongli's expression change escape her eyes.

She suddenly said, "Master, what did you eat?"

Song Hongli looked indifferent: "It's nothing.

"Really? Then why are you so slurred?"

"Heh, Junior Brother Song, take it out when you've eaten it. Your Senior Sister Mu drank three cups according to what you said, so you can't count it."

Ling Yiting smiled and pierced the mix.