I'm not unlucky at all

030 was stunned and stunned for a moment of excitement: "...Xiao, what are you talking about? No, no, how could Destiny Child be a thief!" Even if it is, it must be a grand thief!

Song Xing withdrew his gaze, yawned lightly, frowned slightly and lay back on the bed, but 030 was very stubborn, insisting on talking to him about the identity of Destiny's Child.

Song Xing said in his mind: "You tell the system, I'll listen."

030 said vigilantly: "Then you are not allowed to fall asleep?"

"Don't sleep."

Satisfied, 030 coughed lightly and said, "I'm starting..."

It turns out that the son of destiny in this world is Shen Wang, who is 23 years old and is the seventh son of the current emperor.Because Shen Wang was in poor health when he was young, he was sent to Wuya Mountain to practice martial arts with the owner of the mountain after he was instructed by an expert. He died, and his identity as the Seventh Prince faded out of everyone's sight.

Shen Wang's talent is excellent, he was formally accepted as a direct disciple by the master of Wuya Mountain when he was ten years old, and he has been fighting in the Jianghu for more than ten years, but it has made him famous as the gentleman's sword. He is a famous master of the Jianghu. Xia, highly respected by people in the Jianghu.

"Shen Wang's loneliness value is 37, it doesn't look too high, it should be pretty easy to lower..." 030 muttered, but his voice gradually quieted down, it also knew that Song Xing was sleepy, but it was very distressed Having said so much, did you really listen to it?

Shen forget?Song Xing raised his eyelids and closed them sleepily, turned sideways, and soon fell asleep.

Someone broke into him in the middle of the night and had his acupuncture points tapped. Although he knew that the other party was the so-called child of destiny and also a prince and a hero, no one would be comfortable with this kind of thing.

Sleeping and waking up this night, Song Xing had a lot of messy dreams, colorful and colorful, and didn't remember any of them.

In the morning, Ximei was ordered by Cui Shi to knock on the door, and Song Xing opened her eyes only to realize that the sun had risen outside.

A white robe on the wooden stand was torn into rags. I don't know what the child of destiny who entered the room in the middle of the night tore his clothes for. In short, all the places where the embroidery patterns were tattooed were left neatly, which is plain and clean. The place where it was worn was ripped clean, and it seemed that it could not be worn.

Song Xing paused for a few seconds on the hanger, rubbed his forehead and asked, "System, what should I do with this clothes?"

030 asked uncertainly, "Hiding?"

"also."

Putting the torn clothes in the wooden box, Song Xing picked another light-colored robe with auspicious cloud patterns on the cuffs from the box to change into, and then said softly to the door, "Come in."

Hearing the sound, Ximei gently pushed open the door, and entered the room with the washbasin in her hand.

"Mister got up late today."

Ximei took a peek at the tall and handsome figure in the room, her face flushed a little, and she couldn't help saying, "The old lady was just talking about the husband recuperating these days, but he is getting up later every day." She said. After that, seeing that the robe on Mr. was different from the one she had prepared in advance yesterday, her ruddy complexion turned pale in a hurry, and her voice trembled slightly, "Sir, don't you like the robe that your servant picked out yesterday?"

Song Xing didn't answer, but just looked at Ximei silently.

He didn't have much feeling for Ximei's admiration, besides, Ximei was just a young girl, so he didn't have any special hobbies.

At this moment, Ximei expressed her position secretly by using her head, and Ximei lowered her head in frustration, as if she was about to cry.

Song Xing didn't look at her, but slowly wiped her face with a damp cloth, and gave the little girl enough time to adjust her mood before asking: "Is the old lady going out after breakfast today?"

Ximei bit her lip, stepped forward and hung the purse that Cui Shi ordered her to stay up late the day before yesterday to hang on Song Xing's waist, then took a small step back, slightly bent her slender neck, and said softly: "The old lady hasn't gone out today, slave girl Before coming here, the old lady was still making fun of the young master in the Westinghouse."

Song Xing nodded and said, "Then you can tell Granny Liu later to send breakfast to Westinghouse."

Po Liu is Ximei's own grandmother and also the cooking wife of the Song family.

Ximei agreed with lowered eyes.

Resting at home for more than half a month, Song Xing really couldn't stay in the room. When he walked out of the room, he felt that the ancient sky was blue, the air was fresh, and when the wind blew, he felt very energetic.

Moving his limbs that were about to rust, Song Xing recognized the direction, and when he walked to the door of the West House, he heard Cui Shi's laughter and the baby's baby's babbling.

Pushing the door open, Cui Shi was hugging her chubby grandson, Qinxiang. The milk doll didn't dislike being wiped with saliva on her face, giggling non-stop, and the saliva flowed out. Song Lianyu next to her hurriedly took a soft handkerchief to wipe the baby's face. His tender chin and gentle eyes.

"Mother, sister."

Song Xing yelled next to each other and walked towards the two of them.

Song Lianyu looked up in surprise with the child in his arms, and turned his eyes to Cui Shi first.Sure enough, Cui showed a disapproving expression on her face, and said with a sinking face, "Where is Ximei? I asked her to wake you up for dinner. Where did she go? She's not in the room to wait on you."

Song Xing felt that the long robe on her body was not as convenient as the modern trousers, so she lifted the hem of the long robe and walked to sit next to Cui Shi, then picked up the sewing basket next to Cui Shi, and threaded the thin blue thread into the eye of the needle before slowing down. She said with a smile: "Mother, it's my son who doesn't want Ximei to wait on me. Besides, my son has recovered from his illness for more than half a month, so he doesn't need others to wait on him."

When Cui heard what she said, her sinking face moved slightly.

The old lady took the sewing basket, pointed at the center of Song Xie's eyebrows reproachfully, and touched the back of his head behind her back, but she couldn't feel any swelling, and sighed, "Return to your body, let's stay by your side Someone has to take care of it.”

Song Xing said: "I listen to mother."

Mrs. Cui also felt that it would not be good to just use Ximei to hang around her son, so she changed her tone and said, "Now your sister is living at home with Bao'er, and Ximei may not be able to take care of her. Why don't you go to Yashi to buy a servant someday?" , I will follow you around in the future, and it will be convenient to use."

"Row."

Song Xing nodded, he was originally a filial son, and he was right after what Cui said.

Seeing him only nodding his head, Cui finally showed a smiling face, touched the sewing basket in his arms, and reprimanded: "You said that if people see you holding a needle and thread, you are a big man, they can't laugh at you to death. "

Song Xing said: "There are no outsiders in the family, so my mother and sister can still laugh at me."

Song Lianyu glanced at his younger brother, holding his son's complexion and spirit, he looked pretty good, and quickly smiled and said: "No, I dare not laugh at you, who doesn't know that Master Song in Sifang Town is the most gentleman and modest, dignified like jade , if I laugh at you because of this, I'm afraid those girls outside the door will drown me with their saliva."

Cui didn't say anything on the face, but such a small matter as threading a needle can show his son's filial piety to him, and seeing his daughter's praise for his son, he feels very comfortable.

She has had a hard life all her life, but she does have a wonderful son.

Besides, this time Song Lianping walked through the gate of hell, and it was already unbelievable for Cui to force him to stay in the room for half a month, so after Song Xing had breakfast in the West Room, he teased his little nephew for a while and talked to Song Lianyu In other words, Cui gave Song Xing a money bag and asked him to go for a walk in the street and meet friends, but don't suffer from other illnesses just after getting well at home.

Song Xing took the money bag and turned it upside down, it was quite heavy, there were copper plates and a few pieces of silver.

During the day, Mrs. Cui seldom went to the old sister's house next door to talk, and when the day came, she hurriedly stepped on her little feet to visit the next door. Song Lianyu also returned to the room with the child in her arms.

Children who are this month old should be able to breastfeed, but they have to drink every once in a while. During thunder and rain, he laughs and cries, and peeing is common, and it is very difficult to take care of.

030 said: "Song Lianping's brother-in-law is really nothing."

Song Xing did not refute.

As soon as he was about to go out, he stood in the yard and turned back to look into Song Lianyu's room. It happened that Song Lianyu had propped up the window. He saw his younger brother in a daze, and said with a smile, "Why don't you go out? Why are you standing in the yard in a daze."

Song Xing asked: "Is there anything you want, sister?"

Song Lianyu was about the same age as Song Xing, and they were twins. Although she was already a married woman, she still had the attitude of a little daughter in front of her steady younger brother, so she said, "Brother, help me bring Zhizhu." Hairpin."

Song Xing said yes, turned around and left the courtyard gate, and went to the street.

Song Lianyu looked at his back, and when she came back to her senses, she found her son lying on the bed and crying again. She picked up the child familiarly, raised her breasts, and after a while, a pain came, and Song Lianyu frowned slightly and looked down. However, the humming and chirping doll started eating milk sweetly.

Leaning on the head of the bed, Song Lianyu patted the child's back to help him breathe, "Hey, drink slowly, don't choke."

The little baby didn't know whether he could understand or not, and let out a grunt in his throat. The moment he squinted his eyes in satisfaction, he was very much like his father Li Qingsheng when he closed his eyes.

The back of Song Lianyu's hands stiffened suddenly, and his loving and gentle eyes flickered. After all, he resisted the sudden surge of emotions in his heart, and put the child back on the bed, staring at the child's peaceful face in a daze for a long time.

It was only noon, and when we left the alley, there was the sound of hawkers hawking on the streets of Sifang Town, and there were all kinds of shops on both sides of the road, sending people to us everywhere, and it can be seen that the quality of life of the people in the town is generally pretty good .

Song Xing was walking on the street. Although he had memories of Sifang Town in his original body, he could not help but be shocked when he saw the life scenes of ancient people.

Passing by a steamed stuffed bun shop, the hot stuffed buns just came out of the cage, and the clerk was hawking loudly, the original three-point incense was directly changed to five-point, 030 still couldn't change the old problem, so he ran out pitifully and said he wanted to eat steamed buns.

030: "I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat."

Song Xing was not dissatisfied with him, and asked with a purse: "Meat or vegetarian?"

030: "Meat meat meat!" The smell of meat!

Delicious meat buns only cost two cents. Surprisingly, the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop knew the original body. Seeing Song Xing go over to buy it, he skipped the waiter and wrapped a meat bun in oiled paper, not to mention a vegetarian bun. He smiled honestly and said: "Mr. Song is recovering from his illness? Huzi was still talking about you at home yesterday. I wonder when sir will be able to return to the private school to teach?"

Song Xing searched from Yuanshen's memory, and knew that the Huzi mentioned by the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop was actually a student in the private school, so he nodded and said, "Thank you, boss, Wen Jin is in good health, and he will be able to return to the private school to teach in two days. .”

"That's good, that's good." Satisfied, the owner of the bun shop nodded and went back to the back kitchen to make buns.

The clerk also knew the most famous private school teacher in this town. When collecting money, he only needed two Wen from Song Xing.

The steamed bun smells delicious, and it’s good to eat it. When you bite down, the gravy from the meat bun soaks into the dough, which is soft and delicious, and the vegetarian bun is also fresh and refreshing.

However, the two buns were not too big, and they were eaten quickly after a few bites. 030 was satisfied but not satisfied, and insisted on buying some other snacks on the street for Song Xing to try.

Song Xing said that he was not in a hurry, and he promised to bring Song Lianyu back with a pearl hairpin. Besides, the Cui family also wanted to bring something.

Not long after walking all the way, I came to the door of a jewelry store.

The jewelry shop is a small building on the second floor, and the business is good. There are a few scattered women in the shop who are choosing their favorite things. Song Xing, a young man, walked in. Naturally, he was greeted by the shop assistant immediately. Seeing it, he greeted him warmly: "Young Master, you are here to see the jewelry? What do you want to buy?"

Song Xing said, "I want to buy a pearl hairpin."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the girls who were originally choosing jewelry couldn't help turning their heads to look, and secretly blushed after seeing it.

"What a handsome boy."

"Isn't this Mr. Song from the private school? I heard that he was ill a while ago, and he seems to have lost a lot..."

"Oh, Mr. Song came to visit the jewelry store, do you already have a sweetheart?"

The girls chatted together, but Song Xing couldn't hear her, but 030 happily said, "Xing Xing, look at how popular you are, all the girls are looking at you, and you don't even blush. "

Song Xing was inexplicable: "Why should I blush?"

030 said: "Miss, you don't even feel tempted when you see you, I'm afraid it's not the eighteenth bend of the mountain road."

Song Xing didn't understand, and ignored the system and talked nonsense.

Next to him, the clerk of the jewelry shop remained enthusiastic, and he followed Song Xing and asked, "Your master, do you buy pearl hairpins as a gift for your sweetheart? The store just bought a batch of pearl hairpins from the south of the Yangtze River the day before yesterday, and the styles are not found in other places." , Young Master, you can watch them one by one here."

There are more than a dozen exquisite and small bead hairpins on the cabinets of the shop. The bead flowers are of different styles, but each has its own characteristics.

Song Xing finally bought a hollow orchid pearl hairpin and an eight-treasure jadeite chrysanthemum hairpin.

He didn't pay attention to the surroundings when he was choosing, only the voices of the girls talking in low voices could be heard vaguely from time to time, and when he bought the pearl hairpins and was about to walk out of the shop, there was a clear and crisp hum from the shop. The little girl in the emerald green dress looked disdainfully at the girls who were whispering around her, and said triumphantly, "How good-looking is Master Song? That's all I can say. I've seen men who are ten times prettier than Master Song." !"

She is not shy, and she is not afraid of being heard when she speaks out.

But this made the surrounding girls feel ashamed, and they didn't even dare to look at Mrs. Song who hadn't left the house. They just stared at the woman in the emerald green dress with their eyes.

Song Xing naturally heard what the woman said. He happened to be about to step over the threshold, but his foot slipped and almost fell again, but at least he held on to the door frame, so he didn't really have this embarrassment.

But even so, Song Xing didn't look back, there's no need to be serious if he doesn't talk about the girl's family, it would be really embarrassing if he stopped.

After all, what can you do if you stop? Is it really necessary for him to be a man to argue with a woman to the embarrassing topic of whether there is anyone ten times prettier than him?Do not make jokes.

After leaving the right and wrong place of the jewelry shop, Song Xing took a deep breath and put the wrapped pearl hairpin into his bosom.

030 gloated and said, "I can't tell, this ancient woman is quite powerful."

Song Xing said in a calm voice: "The ancient women were not powerful, don't you have a point in your heart?"

030: "..." I suddenly remembered the fear dominated by being detained at home by Cui and drinking traditional Chinese medicine for half a month.

Can't be bothered.

There were two or three jumping children running past on the road, each holding a candied haws. Song Xing looked forward, and there was an old man selling candied haws carrying a person-high straw and peddling it. There were many people around him. It is a woman and a child.

030 said enviously: "Xiao, 030 wants to eat candied haws."

Song Xing said, "That's a kid's snack."

030 said happily, "It's okay, I'm still a child based on the age of our system."

When one person, one system was debating whether to buy candied haws or not, on the second floor of a restaurant next to them, Shen Wang, who had just stolen Song Xing's clothes last night, was being pulled by his clothes and acted like a spoiled child: "Brother, look at me, I'm so old If a patient is sick, please show mercy and buy one for me to eat, okay?"

With a stiff face, Shen Wang pushed away the hands on his arms, and stared at Shen Yao who was beside him: "If you didn't listen to my order to sneak up to that jade-faced gentleman by yourself this time, you would have suffered this injury? "

Shen Yao argued with a bitter face: "Who knew that Mr. Yumian could be so mean? Oh, brother, I really know my mistake. You feel sorry for me. It's the first time I went down the mountain, and I'm going It’s just a stick of candied haws, my mouth was bitter after drinking the medicine yesterday.”

"You deserve it," Shen Wang said, "That's children's food."

Shen Yao was in a hurry, thinking that as the son of the owner of Wuya Mountain, he had been well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child, and he could have whatever he wanted, but after going down the mountain, the annoying senior brother didn't even buy him a mere candied haws, and left angrily. Go to the window to see if this thing is only eaten by children.

Downstairs, Song Xing finally avoided 030's coquettish flattery, and walked slowly to the vendor. While a group of children looked up eagerly, she slowly said, "Boss, a piece of candied haws."

He had just finished speaking, and Shen Yao upstairs excitedly pointed and said, "Senior brother, look, that person bought his own food!"

Shen Wang frowned, and looked in the direction Shen Yao pointed, the handsome young man was holding a bunch of candied haws, his eyes were light.

Dazed for a moment, Shen Wang recognized that this was the person he "stealed" last night, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing that the young man hadn't left yet, Shen Wang got up and said to Shen Yao, "Just this once."

Shen Yao was happy: "This is not an example!"

Yay, he has candied haws to eat!