Women's procrastination can't be said

"Why don't you go in?" A cold voice sounded in his ears, and Song Qingwu stood in front of the carriage holding "Tianyan" in his hand.

"I'm a little... uncomfortable..." Song Yuyan said truthfully, her brows were raised, and she unabashedly expressed her uneasiness to Song Qingwu.

Song Qingwu didn't speak anymore, and turned his gaze to the closed door.

He Zixia understood what he meant, stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Duk duk." The golden door was still too thick, and He Zixia knocked on it with [-]% force, but the sound wasn't too loud.

Frowning slightly, He Zixia moved his hand away a little, and made a fist to knock it away hard.

"Gah." But the door suddenly opened from the inside, and He Zixia's strength couldn't dissipate for a while, and his fist hit the person who opened the door straight.

"Pfft." The man didn't dodge, and calmly stretched out his hand to hold He Zixia's fist. He Zixia only felt a tyrannical force stop his fist.

After catching He Zixia's fist, the man let go of it calmly, then bent slightly to salute, and said in a low voice, "I have seen His Royal Highness the Prince."

Song Qingwu's mouth was tightly shut, his expression was flat, and he didn't intend to make him stand up.

Seeing the man's face, Song Yuyan opened her eyes slightly, and said in surprise, "Uncle Luo Cheng?"

Luo Cheng froze, raised his head, looked at Song Yuyan in surprise, and said in a suspicious tone, "Miss?"

"Uncle Luo Cheng! I miss you so much!" Song Yuyan laughed, and flung herself into Luo Cheng's arms in front of everyone.

An embarrassed smile hung on the corner of Luo Cheng's mouth, so he had to stand up straight and put his hands on Song Yuyan's waist to prevent her from falling.

"Miss, why did you come back early? The master didn't receive the news that you are coming back, so he didn't send someone to pick you up." Luo Cheng blinked, looking at Song Yuyan with sharp and mature eyes, secretly feeling that the petite girl who has been wayward for many years has grown so big up.

Song Yuyan smiled lightly, relaxed her whole body, hugged Luo Cheng affectionately, and was about to proudly report to Luo Cheng her achievements, when suddenly a strong force came from her back, neither Luo Cheng nor Song Yuyan was prepared. So Song Yuyan just leaned back.

Astonishment flashed across her eyes, and Song Yuyan found herself falling into a cold embrace.Song Qingwu calmly withdrew the hand that was pulling the clothes on her back, not feeling guilty at all for his behavior that scared a few people.

Calmly embracing Song Yuyan, Song Qingwu's tone rose slightly: "Be quiet before the injury heals."

Song Qingwu's body temperature passed to her, but it made her whole body feel hot even though it was extremely cold. Song Yuyan stood up straight in embarrassment.

a little shy...

Turning her head to look at the warm and jade-like hand on her waist, Song Yuyan knew that her whole body must be red now.

Seeing her like this, He Zixia thought it was funny, but since outsiders were present, he couldn't be presumptuous, so he cleared his throat and said to Luo Cheng: "Miss Song has never been here before, and it's the first time for Your Highness and I to come here. Also ask Master Luo to lead the way."

Luo Cheng nodded, and opened the door completely with one force.At the same time, several people could clearly see the old housekeeper in a red brocade robe walking steadily.

Seeing Song Qingwu and others, he did not show any surprise, but saluted in a neither humble nor overbearing manner: "I have seen His Royal Highness, the Sixth Prince, Miss."

He Zixia's eyes froze. Few people called him that in Song Kingdom.

"Lead the way, I'm tired." Song Qingwu let go of Song Yuyan's arms, walked in without even looking at the old housekeeper.

"Yes, Your Highness." The old housekeeper nodded expressionlessly, and led several people inside.

The old butler was in grades, and Song Qingwu looked leisurely again, so they stopped and stopped all the way, as slow as a turtle crawling.Song Yuyan has long been used to military life, in order to keep a closer distance with Song Qingwu, she can only walk in small steps, which looks awkward no matter how you look at it.

"Didn't you say you were tired? Why are you still walking slowly..." Song Yuyan couldn't help muttering softly when he saw Song Qingwu's complete leisurely appearance.

Song Qingwu was not deaf, so he could hear naturally, and unknowingly sped up the speed, which made Song Yuyan feel more at ease.

Apart from the old housekeeper and Luo Cheng, the entire city lord's mansion has no servants. The huge mansion is empty and deserted, with no people around.

The old butler led the way expressionlessly. Song Qingwu left the guards and maids at the door, so the advancing team was relatively short.

A group of five people stopped outside the main hall, and the old butler notified them and led them in.

As soon as you enter the door, you will be greeted by a cold breath mixed with the fragrance of vegetables.The decoration of the main hall is incomparably gorgeous, just like the meeting hall of the imperial palace.

And in the middle of the main hall is an out-of-place oversized wooden table, which is filled with all kinds of delicacies, including all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas.A man in a black robe was sitting facing them, with his hands crossed and smiling at everyone.

When everyone approached, the man stood up calmly and bent slightly: "I have seen the two Highnesses."

Only by getting closer can he see his face clearly. Nine years of baptism have made him more mature, but he has a sense of vicissitudes that cannot be concealed.Song Yuyan's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and the hand hanging by her side trembled slightly.

Song Qingwu didn't even look at him, went straight to the place where the man was sitting just now, sat down, and gently leaned "Tianyan" against the edge of the table.Seeing him salute, He Zixia frowned, and sat down with Song Qingwu, with an unclear tone: "The city lord really understands etiquette today."

It turned out that this person was Song Yuyan's father, Song Feng, the great city lord of the Song Kingdom.

Song Feng smiled lightly, and answered flawlessly: "Your Highness is joking, as a subordinate, facing His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Highness the Sixth Prince, etiquette is absolutely indispensable."

Song Qingwu rubbed the center of his brows, not intending to talk to him at all, closed his eyes, and said indifferently: "Get up."

A trace of violence flashed across Song Feng's eyes, and he thanked him immediately, and found a seat to sit down.Song Yuyan looked at her father whom she hadn't seen in nine years, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Yan'er, what's the matter? Come and sit down." Song Feng noticed that something was wrong with Song Yuyan, and shouted strangely.

"Oh, good..." Song Yuyan sniffed, and sat obediently beside Song Feng.

After everyone was seated, everyone began to eat.Song Qingwu didn't move his chopsticks, but just drank the tea indifferently.

Ever since Song Yuyan sat down, Song Feng hadn't said much to her, and only brought her food occasionally.

On the contrary, Song Yuyan sat and ate nervously, but when she saw her own father, she felt an inexplicable sense of awkwardness.Song Feng did not show the surprise and excitement of reuniting with her after a long absence, his expression was too flat, as if the two had only met each other not long ago, just like the way they got along when she hadn't left nine years ago, it was natural but also weird .

It seems that getting along with her is full of a sense of ritual like having a mission, and there seems to be no intimacy between the two of them before.

Maybe it's because I grew up?What are you thinking so much about?