I bent the devil

The eldest son of Song Yi, the owner of Songjiabao, has been found!

Before Song Zhishang and Zhao Shu brought Song Qingyi to Songjiabao, the news flew all over the Songjiabao.

Not only the elders and patriarchs of the Song family were alarmed, but also Song Zhishang's mother, Song Yi's wife Xiao Song's wife Nangong Ling.

The dignified and beautiful woman sat quietly in the room, but even so she could feel all kinds of trivial words floating outside the door, and the topics of conversation were all about the person who should have died outside long ago. bastard.

Nangong Ling didn't scream, nor did she smash anything, because no matter what, she would lose her status as the wife of the Song Family Fort's lord.

Oh, to be more precise, it is Mrs. Xiao Song.

Small?Nangong Ling's eyes are dry and unbearable at the moment. She has cried out her grievance and sadness many years ago. Since she learned to swallow her tears back into her stomach, the meaningless liquid that flowed out fermented into a viscous liquid in her body. Thick, foul-smelling booty.

However, these made her strong.I learned the trade-offs and means, and I also understood a lot of truths that I didn't know and didn't understand before.

And all of these helped her save herself and her young child, successfully raised Zhishang, and became the young master of the Song Family Castle.

As for the eldest son of the Song family who was suspected to be alive, it gradually became a knot in his heart.Now, the conclusion finally appeared.

Nangong Ling sat quietly for a while again, the room was gorgeous and extraordinary, and any thing that flowed out was of great value. Because Song Yi owed her emotionally, he always tried to use these shiny things to please her.

Gradually pile up here into a gorgeous coffin.As for her, she was withered alone inside, and now she was a walking corpse corrupted inside.

Madam Song, who looked no different from eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls, smiled slightly. Both her eyes and her lips were bent just right.One point more seems too eager, one point less is a bit cold.

This smile is the best, dignified and beautiful, delicate and delicate, suitable for... small.Mrs. Song's identity.

Nangong Ling raised her eyes slightly, her black feather-like eyelashes were like two rows of small fans slowly opening, revealing exactly the same pupils as Song Zhishang's, beautiful and agile.

"Come on."

Nangong Ling placed the wooden box she had found long ago on her knees, and made a slightly loud voice.The person guarding the door opened it in response to the sound, revealing the same faces standing on the left and right side of the door respectively.

They are the dowry maids brought by Nangong Ling, Xiao Zuo and You Er.With the unique beauty of Jiangnan women, the appearance of bowing slightly and bowing to wait for the master inside is even more beautiful and charming.

"Master." The twins said in unison, as if they had been rehearsed in advance.

Nangong Ling stood up slowly, holding the old wooden box in both hands, with a proper smile.

"Let's... go to meet Mr. Song."

Young Master Song.You finally showed up.

Nangong Ling was in the middle of the small left and right, looking outside the door at a little piece of pure sky cut by the eaves wooden door.

Now that you're back...don't leave.

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Gu Jiu has been on the road more than once, listening to Uncle Zhao excitedly and loudly explaining to Song Qingyi and him what a great place Songjiabao is, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, full of heroes.

However, what Gu Jiu didn't expect was that it was really Song.Home.fort.

The young man lifted the curtain of the carriage, staring dumbfoundedly at the city wall repaired by large bluish-white stones not far away, and the buildings with red tile roofs in the city wall showed a little bit of clues.

At this moment, the carriage was driving on the left side of the river, and the horse's hooves kicked him on the bluestone road, trotting with a brisk rhythm, as if he was also in a happy mood because of the beautiful scenery at the moment.

... Damn, there are moats and drawbridges.

Gu Jiu stared, feeling as if he had arrived at the base camp of the legendary ancient version of the super gang leader.At his time, how could he be at the level of the mafia godfather?

Gu Baba turned her head, looking at Song Qingyi who was still leaning on the carriage, lying leisurely with an open book.

At this moment, Song Qingyi's body was no longer the white-washed robe with frayed edges on the collar and cuffs.As soon as he promised to come back, Uncle Zhao hurriedly bought several clothes for Song Qingyi from top to bottom. The only maid, He Hua, was careful, and seemed to know that Song Qingyi liked light-colored clothes. color.

Faint, like the color that will disappear in the sky at any time.

And to myself...

Gu Jiu silently lowered his head to look at the bright red and green on his body, especially wanting to look far away silently.

Little lotus girl, how should I put it... Is it a little favor for you?Is your color matching according to that standard?

...Gu Baba is so sad, so sad, so sad...q∧q

On the other hand, Song Qingyi.

The brows of the young man who has grown up after the last bit of greenness faded are peaceful and clean. The sunlight outside the carriage leaks in through the screen window, as if it has been carefully screened, no burns, only endless tenderness .

At this moment, the sunlight as soft as the thinnest veil in the world lightly enveloped Song Qingyi's body. The youth was as gentle as jade, moist and elegant, and some yellowed books were set off by his slender white fingers. A little more profound ancient meaning and texture.

There is such a kind of person in this world who makes the ordinary things around him become precious for him.

Song Qingyi is such a man.

Silently wiped off the stains on the suet white jade from the carriage, finally exuding the luster that belonged to him and retracting his eyes, Gu Baba looked down at himself again.

Big red with big green.

Um.What a high-ranking and favored servant next to your noble son.

Gu Baba moved away as if she had been stabbed in the eye, and finally turned her head to look at the little lotus girl who had been kneeling quietly on the side since getting into the carriage, like a lotus girl who had already merged with the air.

"..."

The little lotus girl was looking at Gu Baba earnestly, with a very quiet and beautiful posture, but her eyes were eager to try.Like a cute dog that retrieves the ball thrown by its owner and squats there obediently waiting for the owner to pat its head to kill.

"..." Gu Baba and the little lotus girl looked at each other silently for a few times, then moved away again with tears in their eyes.

Praise you?

Forgive me for being unrestrained and loving freedom, I really can’t appreciate the red and green one..._(:3」∠)_

Then?Then Gu Baba was under the complex emotions of "praise you, I'm sorry for myself" and "I can't bear to look at me like this if you don't act like you", the carriage finally drove slowly into the search, put down the suspension bridge, and the city gate opened wide Songjiabao.

A sense of excitement arises spontaneously due to the environment of the people around you.Not to mention Gu Jiu who had dreamed of being a martial artist since he was a child, even the quiet lotus beside him was slightly affected and moved.

In addition, Uncle Zhao yelled into the carriage from outside, "Young master, we are finally back!" Then he looked up to the sky and laughed, why does Gu Jiu think that at this moment, there should be music that makes people feel particularly exciting It's right to ring.

As for Song Zhishang who has been following along side by side, riding a horse and not speaking, he still has the eccentric and well-behaved appearance of the young Erlang.A real angry horse in fresh clothes, a young hero.

However, these are just appearances.

As soon as Gu Jiu thought that this place was just a more ornate wolf's lair to Song Qingyi, he lost interest and sat there in a daze.Through a curtain, I heard the people around me keep saying hello to Song Zhishang and Uncle Zhao.And Uncle Zhao also replied with a generous smile, and even made an appointment to drink tonight.

And these are not all, even a person like Gu Jiu who has no sense can detect the scrutinizing eyes of those outside who are saying hello to Song Zhishang and Zhao Shu, but are constantly scanning the carriage, trying to see any clues inside.

Not to mention that Song Qingyi's internal strength is no longer inferior to Song Zhishang, and even higher than that of Song Qingyi.

However, this young man who had really calmed down, now just continued to immerse himself in the book in his hand, calm as water, without a trace of waves.

This kind of demeanor and posture is not made out of deliberate mystification.And something that seemed to be deeply rooted and naturally grew in Song Qingyi's bones.

Nobility and calmness are not something that can be obtained by wearing gorgeous clothes.

It's an innate temperament.

Maybe it's because Song Qingyi's peace is contagious, at least his current tranquility seems to have formed a barrier of his own, isolating the exaggerated heroism and the sons and daughters of the outside world, and even those prying eyes. Outside.

Gu Jiu and He Hua, who were staying beside Song Qingyi, gradually felt peaceful. After entering the city gate, affected by the surrounding atmosphere, the agitation and excitement that seemed a little hotheaded gradually calmed down.

As for these, when Gu Jiu saw Song Qingyi two months ago, he could say that there were none of them.

Such a rapid transformation, Gu Jiu would not have believed it if he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes.

It's just that the price of this transformation...is really too high.

Gu was dazed for a while, thinking of Mr. Li, Wang Er, and Xiao Zhu who were buried together with Song Qingyi, but Xiao Liu didn't even find the body, so he had to use his leftover clothes to build a tomb.

As for Li Langzhong's wife, Xiaoliu's teacher's wife, Li Kui took someone to check on her afterwards, and she was not injured, but was overly grieved after knowing this.Li Kui thought for a while, and sent her to his home in the capital, so that she could take care of her for the rest of her life.

A person's maturity is always made up of the tribulations, hardships and unknown heartbreaks he has experienced.Only after experiencing and passing, will you understand the words of cherish, gratitude, and nostalgia.

However, if possible, Gu Jiu hoped that Song Qingyi would not have to experience it.

Old Zhao, who was driving, pulled the horse and said loudly, 'Woo—', he stopped suddenly and made Gu Jiu shrugged slightly, but then he used his hands to support him, stopping the momentum.

"Young Master. We're here!" Uncle Zhao jumped out of the carriage and rushed into the carriage, grinning and shouting loudly.