The Farming Life of the God of Time Traveling

"Hey, my condolences to the lord, my wife's spirit in the sky wouldn't want to see you like this."

Song Qishu frowned. Although Master Feng could tell that he loved his wife deeply, the missing son was more important, and he didn't even mention it.

"I said, Mr. Ling is still in the hands of the bandits, Mr. Feng, why don't you go and rescue him?"

Master Feng wiped away his tears, thinking of his son who was still suffering, he almost jumped up excitedly, "Zuo Ping, take this young master to find a room to live in first, treat him with food and drinks, and repay him well when I come back." His great kindness and virtue."

Zuo Ping quickly responded, "Okay!"

"Now go ahead and call the bodyguards who are temporarily staying at the Zhenyuan Bodyguard Bureau in my house, and tell them to save people with me, and the money is easy to talk about!"

Zuo Ping saw that this was a big deal, so he went into the mansion to find a bodyguard. .

"Then I wish you, Master, the best of luck in rescuing the young master, and the madam will rest in peace." Song Qishu saw that everyone had invited him, and it would be bad if he didn't agree, so he followed the maid who came out into the mansion.

The little maid welcomed the guest in, and looked at him again and again on the way, but she didn't know what she was looking at.

He asked suspiciously, "Am I extremely ugly? Girl, why do you look at me like that?"

The little servant girl blushed, lowered her head and answered in a low voice, "No, no, the young master's temperament is a little different from ordinary people, so I just took a second look and laughed."

The two walked through the front door into the waiting room.

Apparently, an old lady had just been woken up, she was out of breath, her face was full of anxiety, and she was about to go out. With the help of her maid, she walked over tremblingly, and saw Song Qishu couldn't stop looking at her.

"Are you the one who brought Qing'er Jade Pendant back?"

The girl dressed as a young lady next to the old woman curled her lips, "Maybe she is her concubine outside."

"Shut up! Is this what a sister-in-law of yours should say? How did our family raise a daughter like you? You still want to bury her after your sister-in-law dies?" To give her a look.

Mr. Feng had just finished talking with the people from the bodyguard bureau, when he saw that his sister was about to be beaten, he immediately stopped him, "Old lady, what's the use of beating her, she is just talking unintentionally, just don't take it seriously!" Taking over the work of the maid, I felt extremely guilty for waking up the old mother, "My mother, you are not in good health, why don't you stay in the room to rest, and come here."

The old woman was obviously disappointed with her son for more than a day or two, and she didn't respond to his words. She just said lightly, "I should rest if something happened to my wife and grandson? You think I'm just like you Cold-blooded animal?"

Song Qishu raised his eyebrows. There was a story in it, so he looked up at the sky as if he hadn't heard anything.

Master Feng didn't expect the old mother to be so disrespectful in front of others, her face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Everyone was silent, and it was extremely embarrassing. This is the time for Song Qishu to show his role, "I have met Mrs. Feng."

Mrs. Feng nodded, indicating that he was free, and was about to go back to her own yard. When passing by her son, she reminded, "Your aunt has been having a lot of fun since yesterday, I think you should pay more attention to her." , what kind of conscienceless person can become her kind of person?"

Master Feng froze, nodded obediently, and the old lady left with a sneer.

Song Qishu suddenly covered his mouth, looking at Mrs. Feng's insightful eyes, even he, an outsider, knew that a wretched wife should not go to court, and don't spoil concubines and kill wives. This is the rhythm of being laughed at. He could tell that Master Feng was not a good guy by his weird behavior.

"Young Master Song, go this way." Zuo Ping stood up at the right time and made a gesture of invitation.

Song Qishu touched his nose, but couldn't say anything, and followed him to the guest room.

He rolled his eyes, what does this Feng residence have to do with his going back, could it be that he wants to wade into this muddy water?And that Master Feng's younger sister is also hard-hearted, maybe she deserves some credit.

"Zuo Ping, I don't know if I should ask a question or not. That aunt is..." He pretended to be curious and asked.

Zuo Ping paused, not quite understanding why this guest was interested in the aunt in the mansion, but it's not a big deal, it's okay to introduce, "There is only one aunt in our mansion, she used to be a firework girl, two years ago, the master Bring her from Jiangnan to live in our Feng residence."

"Didn't your wife say anything?" He asked in surprise.

Zuo Ping shook his head, also with a sense of injustice, "At the beginning, the master and his wife played harmoniously, and the master even said that he would never find a concubine for life. Naturally, his wife would be sad if he did this, but what can..."

Oh, I forgot that in this society, men are king and women are just accessories.

After being sent to the wing, Zuo Ping casually greeted him and left. He still had a lot of things to do, so he couldn't stay with him all the time.

Song Qishu tugged at the bead chain in front of the window, and fiddled with the cup on the table, feeling very bored. What happened to the stele at that time, so that he appeared here, and the purpose of letting him meddle in this matter was What, alas, it keeps cutting and straightening out.

Yawning with his chin propped up, he pricked up his ears and listened. The sound insulation in this room seems to be poor...

Because he heard the groans from next door.

Fuck, what kind of couples are doing this kind of thing in broad daylight, thinking about it, he leaned his ears against the wall.

First, the woman moaned continuously, but then the man didn't respond. After a long time, the woman spoke in a plaintive tone, "Student! Are you really not tempted at all with a soft fragrance like me in your arms?"

The nerdy student probably stood up too hastily, knocked over the stool, and his voice fell to the ground with a rattle, his trembling voice still betrayed his inner excitement, "You, why are you like this, Master Feng is not mean to you, It's not that bad for me!"

Although the female voice laughed dissolutely, she also took some face into account, and jumped up and down coquettishly, "Stupid scholar, come here, stupid scholar!"

Then there was the sound of sticky saliva, the scholar never said a word, tsk tsk, the scholar said no, but his body was quite honest.

He had been waiting for news but there was no news. Later, Mrs. Feng invited him to the dining room for dinner. After thinking about it, he decided to save face.

The atmosphere in the dining room is rather strange. Mrs. Feng has a straight face, and Younger Sister Feng eats on her own and doesn't care about anything. The person next to her who is full of makeup and dust is probably my aunt, and Mr. Feng has a bitter face, and I don't know if he is worried about his family. atmosphere, still worried about his son.

My aunt persuaded him not to be sad, and gently twirled a small plate of food and handed it over courteously, Master Feng didn't refuse, and asked her to eat more too.

"Good evening, everyone." Song Qishu rolled his eyes and greeted one by one, skipping the aunt directly.

Mrs. Feng is very satisfied with his sense of wit, but my aunt is not satisfied. It has been a long time since someone ignored her like this. She doesn't care if the old man's body is half buried in the ground, but this guest is so tempered. He threw the chopsticks with a "clang" When she got to the table, she sneered.

"Why, didn't you see that I am such a big aunt? Why does everyone say hello, but misses me? Do you have a problem with me? I am not easy to mess with!"

Feng Xiaomei was overjoyed, "The concubine who killed that woman, who looks greasy and pink, is not a good thing at first sight!"

Master Feng couldn't bear it anymore, "Shut up and eat!", reprimanding his benefactor who wanted to turn around and ask his family, "How is Mr. Song sleeping? Is there any lack of hospitality?"

Song Qishu twitched his lips, how dare he say that he was very happy to hear about the cheating in the corner, he could only sincerely express that the whole Feng family couldn't be more considerate, so Master Feng continued to eat the porridge in his bowl with satisfaction.

"Third son, is there any news about Jun'er?" Mrs. Feng had to mention her poor grandson. Since she got old, she didn't usually come to the dining hall to eat, and she always asked the servants to deliver the food to her in person. The residence, if the good wife and grandson were not gone this time, she would come to the lobby to eat while she was still in good health. Although she would have to walk for a long time for a short distance, she would be able to deal with that bitch She is also happy.

Song Qishu pretended to be eating, and from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Master Feng's grasping of his chopsticks, and his mind became a little more active.