After dressing as a teacher, he had sex with the bandit handsome

Zhong Xiaoshu opened his eyes wide in surprise, and nodded happily.It seems that Song Zuiyi is happy to know his sister.

Apart from Mrs. Sun, there is only Qiu Ningxue in the prefect's mansion.Mrs. Sun is nearly fifty years old, so it is impossible to be Zhong Xiaoshu's sister no matter how you look at it.Only Qiu Ningxue, who was young and had just entered the prefect's mansion, was gone.However, since Qiu Ningxue has become the aunt of the prefect's mansion, why not change Zhong Xiaoshu and his grandfather to a better environment?Instead, let them nest there to fend for themselves.

Song Zuiyi not only did not solve his doubts, but doubts abounded in his heart.Why is Zhong Xiaoshu's sister named Qiu?Why did she ignore Zhong Xiaoshu and his father.

Moreover, he touched his nose subconsciously.Maybe Zhong Xiaoshu and her sister are just a maid in the prefect's mansion, not Qiu Ningxue.He just said that he was good-looking around sixteen or seventeen, what if Zhong Xiaoshu's sister happened to be the same age as Qiu Ningxue?

Zhong Xiaoshu curled his lips, not understanding why Song Zuiyi fell into deep thought, so he tiptoed cautiously and waved his hand in front of his eyes.

"What's wrong?" He regained his composure, and looked up at Zhong Xiaoshu who was trying to tiptoe.

nothing.Zhong Xiaoshu pressed his hands in front of his chest with some fear, and waved his hands slightly.

Song Zuiyi patted his head and led him into the academy.

"You take it here first, I'm going to class. Trace these big characters, and I'll take you home to have a look at noon." He took Zhong Xiaoshu to his resting place, and took out a few from the desk. The large characters were handed to him.

Zhong Xiaoshu stood there at a loss, clutching the brush in a daze.With a daze in his eyes, he grabbed the pen and tentatively drew a line on the paper.A smudged lump of ink fell on the paper, covering Song Zuiyi's Zhengzhengxiujun handwriting.

"Your posture for holding the pen is wrong." He stepped forward and took out a pen to demonstrate to Zhong Xiaoshu, "The ring finger and little finger of the right hand are bent, and the index finger of the middle finger is slightly bent."

Song Zuiyi reached out and pinched his fingers and placed them in the correct position, "Put the pen on the middle finger and ring finger, and press the barrel with the thumb."

Zhong Xiaoshu held the pen with stiff fingers, not daring to move.

"Hey." Song Zuiyi sighed, and simply stretched out his hand to hold his right hand and traced three large characters on the paper.While drawing, he said: "Hold the pen like this, don't use too much force."

Zhong Xiaoshu swallowed nervously, the hand being held trembled slightly.He pursed his lips tightly, not even daring to breathe.

"Okay, let's take it slow."

Song Zuiyi straightened his waist and opened the distance between the two of them.Seeing him let out a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but smile a little, "Why? Is it so tiring to just write a word?"

No no!Zhong Xiaoshu quickly dropped his pen and waved his hand.

Song Zuiyi lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, "You can stay here, there is water there, and there are new cups in the cabinet." He pointed to the tea table next to him and the cabinet behind.

"I'm going to class first." After speaking, she nodded at him and left.

Zhong Xiaoshu looked up obsessively, and said silently in his heart: Mr. Song... no, Mr. Song, he is so kind...

The eyes of everyone who knew the news were red, and when they saw him coming, they all twitched and shouted hello, master.

Song Zuiyi suddenly felt depressed, not because the student's appearance affected his mood, but because he suddenly felt resentment towards the person who killed Sun Fei.

"Study "Jianjia" today." He took a few deep breaths to suppress the depression in his heart, and recited with a sullen face that Jianjia is green and white dew is frost.

The students also knew that crying now would not bring Sun Fei back from the dead, so they wiped away their tears and continued to chant intermittently.

This morning didn't go well. At first, a few people couldn't breathe.Song Zuiyi stepped forward to take a look, but couldn't see anything.Let them lie down on the table to have a rest.Before a quarter of an hour had passed, a student passed out.Only then did he realize that something was wrong, the few people just now didn't seem to be suffering from heat stroke.

"Zhu Wei, you..." Before he finished speaking, Zhu Wei, who was sitting just now, fell down in an instant.

The corner of Song Zuiyi's mouth pressed down, afraid of clapping the person sitting next to him, his tone was so cold that it could drop ice balls. "Go and call the doctor, hurry up!"

As soon as the voice fell, the student ran out of the classroom.

Song Zuiyi frowned and waved to disperse the surrounding students.Going forward to check the symptoms of Zhu Wei and the others, all of them were pale and sweating.

He rolled up his sleeve and stretched out his hand to pinch Zhu Wei's man, and with the other hand, he gently brushed his hair soaked in cold sweat.

Seeing this, some people around hurriedly followed suit and strangled the other students who had fainted.

Zhong Xiaoshu, who heard the sound, poked his head out from the next door, and walked to Song Zuiyi with a little worry.

He looked at Zhu Wei's face intently, as if he knew something, he quickly patted Song Zuiyi and gestured.Remembering that he couldn't understand sign language, he paced up and down in a hurry.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the doctor arrived.

The doctor stepped forward to look at Zhu Wei's face, and took his pulse again.He stroked his beard solemnly, "These children must be poisoned."

"Poisoned?" Song Zuiyi's face was gloomy, his pupils shrank suddenly, "How could they be poisoned, and no one would poison these children."

The doctor took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a pill and stuffed it into Zhu Wei's mouth.Then he handed the porcelain bottle to him, and explained: "It's not about poisoning, but about eating something bad, two and two are against each other."

After saying this, Song Zuiyi realized that it wasn't someone who poisoned them, but that Zhu Wei and the others might have been poisoned by some food they ate.

His face softened a little, and after thanking the doctor, he took out pills and fed them to the fainted people one by one.

After working for a whole noon, he was free until Master Gu came to pick up his shift.

"What's the matter?" Gu Xiaobai asked in surprise after seeing a large group of people laying crookedly.

Song Zuiyi waved his hands with a headache, "I don't know what Zhu Wei and the others ate, the food is poisoned."

"Then they?" Gu Xiaobai pointed at the other lying people, quite worried, "Are they also poisoned?"

Song Zuiyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "They're probably tired too, they'd cry and be scared all morning."

"It's really hard work for you." Gu Xiaobai laughed dumbly, "Go back and have a good rest, your body is weak in the first place, don't get sick now."

Song Zuiyi was tall and tall, and the clothes that he was wearing before seemed a little roomy now.

"It's nothing, how could it be so easy to fall ill." He shook his head nonchalantly, "Then I'll go back first, and I've sent someone to report to Zhu Wei's house. It's probably coming in a while, so you should be more tolerant. "

Gu Xiaobai nodded.

Taking Zhong Xiaoshu back to the inn where his grandfather lived, Song Zuiyi found someone to carry the old man back home.The bed was made again before the old man was placed.

"You can live next door, or live with your grandfather." He pointed to the next door, "I've packed it for you, you can live there as you want."

Zhong Xiaoshu bowed gratefully, and smiled with moist eyes.He now has his own home and no longer has to run around for a living.He was really lucky to meet Master Song.

After telling him what he needs to do in the future, Song Zuiyi rushed to the prefect's mansion without stopping.

It was only when he arrived at the prefect's mansion that he realized that the people who were unconscious today were those who were usually close to Sun Fei.Suspicious towards Qiu Ningxue immediately, but Song Zuiyi still hasn't figured out why she did it to Zhu Wei and the others.

Just as I was thinking about it, I arrived at the prefect's mansion. The housekeeper seemed to be going out to do some errands, so I ran into him.He quickly greeted him with a smile, "Master Song is here? Is this today?"

Song Zuiyi nodded slightly, "I found a letter on Sun Fei's desk today, and I thought I'd give it to Mrs. Sun and the prefect. I sent it here as soon as I was free."

"Oh, just tell me and I'll go get it, and I'll trouble you to go there yourself." The housekeeper sighed and hurriedly led him into the mansion.

He stretched out his hand to call a maid, and raised his voice to ask her to take Song Zuiyi to Mrs. Sun's place.Then he turned around and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I still have to go out to work on sneakers, so I won't take Master Song there."

Song Zuiyi agreed, and went to Mrs. Sun's courtyard with her maid.But I was thinking about what happened to the butler, so confused today.

Although he has been to the prefect's mansion many times, he is still considered a foreigner.The housekeeper just let him go to Mrs. Sun's courtyard as a foreigner at ease.Aren't you afraid that Sun Youshan will blame you?

Seeing the servant girl taking him farther and farther, there was no one on the road.Song Zuiyi raised his eyebrows, pretending not to know what happened to them.

Before seeing anyone, he guessed that the person he was going to meet was Qiu Ningxue.Apart from Mrs. Sun and Sun Youshan, the only ones in the prefect's mansion who can call on housekeepers are the only aunt in the prefect's mansion.

But why the housekeeper listened to Qiu Ningxue's words and calculated him to come here is unknown.

Housekeeper, housekeeper, what made you obey Qiu Ningxue so much?The corners of Song Zuiyi's lips curled up, and he walked into a deserted yard calmly.

Sure enough, the person sitting in the middle of the yard playing the piano was Qiu Ningxue.

Song Zuiyi paused, and stood seven steps away from her.

"Master Song." Qiu Ningxue raised her eyebrows slightly, and covered the strings with her slender hands.Provoking bright red lips, he shouted with a smile.

Apart from Qiu Ningxue, he was the only one left in the whole courtyard, and the maid who brought him just now had disappeared.

He looked back, the gate of the courtyard was locked, and this place was in an extremely remote part of the prefect's mansion, no one would come if he thought about it.

"Aunt Qiu." Song Zuiyi replied lukewarmly, and nodded slightly at her quite politely.

After seeing Qiu Ningxue's attire, he could vaguely guess what she was planning.She was dressed in plain color yesterday, but today she is wearing red and green.

Her face is elegant and elegant, and she has an air of lightness. At this time, she is gentle and pleasant in a light yellow dress.The crescent eyebrows that have been drawn quietly are slightly frowned, and the brows are full of sadness, which really makes me feel pity.

Song Zuiyi kept a distance from him after entering the door, and now he looked at her without changing his face, "I don't know what Aunt Qiu's painstaking efforts to please come down here mean?"

Qiu Ningxue stood up and approached him step by step, the implication in her words couldn't be hidden. "Since the farewell yesterday, my concubine has really missed Master Song. When I saw you today, Master is still as beautiful as ever."

She leaned in front of Song Zuiyi, with teasing eyes, "I have read some books before, and I want to ask my master for some things I don't understand."

Just as she was talking, she threw herself into his arms, Song Zuiyi twitched a hint of sarcasm, and stretched out her arms to wrap her arms around her waist.

Qiu Ningxue lowered her head and smiled secretly, then stretched out her fingers and lightly brushed Song Zuiyi's thin shoulders.Just as he was about to say something, his outstretched middle finger pressed his lips lightly.

"Hush—" Song Zuiyi changed from his cold and aloof attitude just now, and his tone was a little bewitching.

The author has something to say: There should be another chapter dropped around ten o'clock in the evening.I will double update today!Bobobo~ Also, have you seen the annular solar eclipse today?It's sunny here in my house, and there's nothing there. It's amazing to see so many pictures posted by others.