Uncle Ma thought to himself that the rest was gone, and the master told him to do things quickly, so he quickly responded and called the others to carry the wine with him.

Song Qishu took a closer look, and found that Mr. Lian was a very elegant person, with clear eyes, but he had two funny mustaches on his clean face, which moved around with his expressions, which made people laugh. There is always something to talk about at a reunion, and he couldn't join in the fun with outsiders, so he was led to the wing by a few servants in the next second.

Looking at the decoration of the wing room, Song Qishu couldn't help admiring that Mr. Lian was indeed a good person. It stands to reason that he just wanted to join in the fun. Giving him a room to live in is really... out of the ordinary.

There have been a lot of things happening recently, and while he was alone, he quickly sorted out his thoughts, what should he do next, Yue Jing was not in his plan, and now that he was added, there was an extra variable, but now It would be a waste of resources to part ways, he paused, it seemed that he had to endure it, otherwise he wouldn't even know how to get to the Great Buddha Temple.

It was really uncomfortable to be outside these few days. He took off his coat and planned to take a rest, but the clothes just scattered on the ground, and the nail pieces inside fell out.

Frowning in confusion, he picked up the things he depended on for his life, and silently made a fortune for himself.

To meet.

It means that he will soon find Xiao Yun?But he didn't know where the Great Buddha Temple was. If Yue Jing didn't tell him, he would have to ask someone tomorrow, otherwise his eyes would be darkened.

The door was pushed open.

"Brother Song, you are here, but I found you, I said let's hurry...I said, why are you so leisurely?" Yue Jing rushed in in a hurry, seeing that he was not in a hurry, he was very puzzled.

Song Qishu was also confused, seeing him in such a hurry, he still asked in agreement, "Why are you leaving now? Aren't you on good terms with your uncle?"

He found that the little beauty was gone, probably driven away by Mr. Lian. After all, he was from a scholarly family, so seeing these dubious people inevitably had some opinions.

It’s okay not to talk about this, but when it comes to Yue Jing, he has a headache, and even his expression is distorted, "You don't know, my aunt likes to solicit matches for me the most. Choose, if it suits you, settle down, and you can be more at ease when you become a family, listen, what are you talking about, I haven't played enough, I'm crazy, go, go now!"

Stuffing close-fitting things into the bag, and at the last thought, I put in a peony that was stuffed before, and put them into the sleeves together.

Song Qishu raised his eyelids, motioning him to calm down, "It's a big deal, they don't care about you now, if you don't believe me, take a look."

Suspiciously looking at Song Qishu's unremarkable performance, Yue Jing pulled him and ran out, but only saw Master Lian talking to someone.

The picture is very novel, a young man with his back facing him, at first he could only see his straight spine, but after a while he begged and knelt down in front of Lord Julien, begging for something excitedly.

Yue Jing didn't understand, so "what is this doing?"

Even the adult knew that facing the boy, his face was pale and blue, and it was not wrong to help him, so he could only reply in a trembling voice.

"Seventh prince, hurry back to the cold palace, at least you have hope to live, how can you save them! Stupid!"

In the past, even adults would not have dared to say such words to the princes and grandsons, but now it is different, Huang Concubine is dead, and her people are also doomed. What can such a seventh prince who was abandoned by his father cause? storm?

Hearing this, the young man stood up. Even with his back to them, they could still see his tight back propping up his robe, and a thin layer of sweat on his neck. At this moment, what was going on in this young man's heart? They don't know about the ups and downs, but now they feel that they are going without anyone noticing.

"Do you want to leave now?" Although Song Qishu was curious about the so-called Seventh Highness, other people's affairs had nothing to do with him.

Yue Jing saw through his thoughts, and shook him softly, "If you go, just go, who can stop you, do you think I didn't see your actions before?"

Choked by the words, Song Qishu stroked his forehead with a headache, and was about to explain, when there was a knock on the door.

"Young master? The master said that he has prepared a banquet for you, so he told you to go to the hall quickly." When the young servant heard that Master Biao was here, he chased after him, but when he saw no movement inside for a long time, he knew that he was gone. After searching for a long time, he finally found it. I saw two people hiding in this corner and whispering.

Annoyed by the noise, Yue Jing sighed and responded, "Go back to Uncle, I'll go right away."

Satisfied, the boy took the reply and left.

"I'll go too." Song Qishu calmly instructed him, but his mind was still lingering on the tough back of that young man just now, what he said was right, what the seventh prince, anyway, he didn't want to get in touch with the emperor's relatives, so he should be his own Little people are pretty good and live a long life.

Yue Jing almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, what's the matter with this order-like tone of course?Does he do what he is asked to do?After thinking about it, he still didn't say it in the end, so he had to say euphemistically.

"Then you go and remember to pay attention, even uncle doesn't like others talking too much, so don't ask too much."

Song Qishu originally thought that the other party would refuse, but seeing that the other party agreed so easily, he could only nod in a daze.

So when everyone who had been waiting for a long time saw that Young Master Biao came with his friends, and even helped him move a seat, they all took a second look in surprise.

Master Lian straightened his figure and sat in the first place. He has always doted on this kid, but he still felt a little dissatisfied with the fact that he brought friends here, "Zhihuan, this is a family feast!" Bo, I also like this Mr. Song very much, but rules are rules.

Yue Jing glanced to the left and found that the young man was looking at them curiously. Now he had an excuse. He put down his fan and pointed to the Seventh Prince, "Then what's the matter with him? Why have I never seen him before? It's not a family banquet, I don't remember such a child among my relatives."

In fact, he himself knew that he was lying, no one had seen him in the palace, let alone the Seventh Prince.

Hearing him mentioning himself, the young man raised his head, Song Qishu and Yue Jing could see his appearance clearly, his pale skin, his eyes seemed to have light, and even the tiny blood vessels under the pale skin could be seen.

Yue Jing was stunned, he didn't expect that the Seventh Prince was not as rich as other noble children, but was so ill that he couldn't say what he was about to block him, otherwise he would always feel like he was bullying others.

Even my lord left the Seventh Prince to eat just to stabilize him, and Song Qishu must not be able to tell Song Qishu's real identity. He also understood what Yue Jing pretended to mean, so he could only groan angrily and explain.

"He is the son of a close friend of mine, so he has some relationship."

The Seventh Prince didn't seem to hear it, and was indifferent to his mocking words.

Mrs. Lian held her handkerchief and smiled, trying to mediate the tension between the two, "Master, Bianzhi, let's eat, the food is getting cold, you see this guest is here too, don't be too rude." After finishing speaking, She glanced at Master Lian, reminding him that Song Qishu was here, why are you making such a fuss.

Even the adults understood that he had lost his composure, so he calmed down a bit, introduced his nephew to the boy, and warned him with his eyes, telling him to take care of himself and not talk too much.

The young man looked at Song Qishu a few more times, and spent the rest of the time on Yue Jing.

Yue Jing followed his gaze back and showed a meaningful smile. The boy immediately lowered his head in shock, staring at the white rice in the bowl, and clenched his hands tightly into fists under the table.

The few people finished their meal, and even the adults went to deal with official business. The young man was forced to stay and was not allowed to leave. He was bored and had to close his eyes to rest, but the next second, a fierce palm wind blew over, and he opened his eyes suddenly. , did not hide at all, and let the other party fix him in place.

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