win the hairpin

Chapter 470 selected
It was windy and windy on King Yan's side, and Li Jun and Song Huiyue were strolling in the garden wearing bamboo hats in the drizzle.

Seeing Song Huiyue's sweet sarcasm towards King Yan, Li Jun couldn't help but said, "You want Zhang Xuzhang to betray their relatives, but King Yan shouldn't do that."

He considered the words: "Stupid."

Song Huiyue was very quiet in her heart, and said with a smile: "Yes, so I just sow seeds today."

She looked around and saw the peddler selling Huangqiao sesame cakes rubbing his hands and stamping his feet under the corridor of the incense shop, so she went over and bought three, and asked the peddler to wrap two for Li Jun and one for herself.

The peddler took Liuwen money and gave Song Huiyue another one.

The two also stood on the porch to eat, and Li Jun held the paper bag below and took a big bite, the sesame seeds and cake crumbs fell down and scattered on the oiled paper.

"Your seeds need a few winds and rains to germinate."

Song Huiyue chewed with a small mouth: "Are you worried that Zhang Xutang will find out?"

"No," Li Jun replied earnestly, "I'm worried that the seed hasn't germinated yet, and that poor thing was drowned to death by the wind and rain first."

Holding up the greased paper, he poured the cake crumbs into his mouth.

Song Huiyue shook her head: "A gust of wind and rain like Zhang Xutang couldn't kill him, let alone a little drizzle."

Li Jun bought another piece of cake. Seeing that the rain was getting stronger, his hands and feet became cold standing here, so he thought about going home. Unexpectedly, a sedan chair passed by the two of them at this time, and a slender The jade hands are climbing the curtain, half of the face is exposed, looking out with winking eyes like silk.

"Ah," eyes fell on Song Huiyue, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Big lady!"

The person in the sedan chair was Liu Qin, who was about to come out to buy incense. Seeing Song Huiyue wearing a straw hat standing on the porch eating sesame seed cakes, she didn't notice it at first, but Song Huiyue just raised her head to pour out the cake crumbs and ate them immediately. I recognized it.

Song Huiyue was startled, and with a shake of her hand, the cake crumbs on the oiled paper fell on the skirt of her clothes. She patted frantically, and stepped forward as she patted: "Ms. Liu"

The five words "I was looking for you" made her swallow it back again.

After seeing Liu Qin last time, she quietly changed her plan in her heart - a small change in location, which is harmless.

Although Liu Qin is the lady of Huakui, she is also quite courageous, but she has a close relationship with the King of Jin.

Liu Qin wanted to reminisce about the old days with Song Huiyue, and Song Huiyue also wanted to get some words out of Liu Qin's mouth, so Liu Qin's fragrant wind swept Song Huiyue into her sedan chair, and urged the bearer to come forward. Okay, let's go to the private house to catch up on the old days.

The bearer carried the two little ladies on his shoulders, and walked forward without feeling tired.

Li Jun froze on the spot, with a faint fragrance remaining on the tip of his nose, his own moon had disappeared as if he had been kidnapped, and when he turned his head again, he saw the sesame seed seller staring at the direction of the sedan chair, fascinated , Harazi has dripped to the feet.

"Hey!" He stamped his feet, ran into the drizzle, and followed the sedan chair.

The sedan chair soon stopped in front of a private nest in Zhouqiao, with a smoke and moon sign hanging beside the door, it was still daytime, and the gardenia lamp had not been turned on, Li Jun was out of breath, leaning on the wall, bent deeply "Huchihuchi" gasped.

The two bearers were both over half a hundred years old, and they looked at Li Jun with a smile on their faces, and taunted him wordlessly.

The vermilion door opened, and a well-combed old bustard came out, with a spring breeze on his face, while blowing Song Huiyue and Liu Qin in, while scraping Li Jun in between.

Li Jun walked through the middle door without touching the ground, entered the main room, and suddenly there was a smell of wine, and he saw that the huanghuali wooden table was covered with wine and dishes, and the dishes were full, and the dishes were too delicate and small. Jun's mouth, one mouthful and one dish.

The private nest set up meals at this neither early nor late time, so it could be seen that they were specially prepared for Liu Qin.

Liu Qin took off the cloak and handed it to the bustard, and said in a warm voice: "Mom, go get some more dishes and chopsticks, and cook some fresh fish. Do it quickly, and bring the fat fish and bream. I'll wait until later."

The old bustard agreed to come down, and went out with her two little feet bumped. Liu Qin pointed to the main seat: "Mistress, sit down quickly."

Then she looked at Li Jun perfunctorily: "You sit too."

Before Li Jun could answer, she had already held Song Huiyue's hand and sat down. The bustard spread the bowls and chopsticks, and she put a piece of bacon on Song Huiyue: "My lady is much thinner, try it quickly."

Song Huiyue ate breakfast and sesame seed cakes. There was no space in her stomach, so she only tasted a chopstick: "Are you running at both ends?"

Liu Qin nodded: "After you left, the lord didn't know what he was busy with. The flower tea shop always doesn't hire people. After calling me here, I appointed someone to take care of it."

The old bustard brought fat fish, and Liu Qin clipped it to Song Huiyue: "My lord only said that you went to Dingzhou, but didn't tell me that you were back. How are you doing in Dingzhou?"

Song Huiyue nodded amidst the aroma of the room, then turned her head to look at a landscape painting hanging on the side hut, the painting was only mediocre, but only this one was hung, and there was a small table and a smoker underneath , I know this painting is a precious thing.

She put down her chopsticks, walked under the painting, and said with a smile, "This painting is interesting."

Liu Qin walked over in person, pointed to the seal on the painting, and said in a low voice, "It's not the painting that's interesting, but the person who painted it."

Li Jun was chewing alone. Hearing this, he also turned his head to look at the painting, and stretched his neck to look at the seal on the painting. He saw the engraved "Mountain Hermit" on it. After seeing it clearly, he immediately felt a pain in his heart. , I wish I could tear off the painting and destroy it on the spot.

The mountain hermit is a name chosen by Chen Wang himself.

He used his toes to think about it and knew that it was this hypocrite today, who looked chic in the white dragon fish suit, and had to smear his father's head.

Barely finishing the fatty fish in his mouth, he looked at Song Huiyue, who was looking at the portrait thoughtfully, and asked Liu Qin to lead her around the house. What is Song Huiyue going to do?

"This is the person who will do great things," he thought to himself, "I am too indecisive. My father's ashes are all thrown away, so let him go."

Feeling relieved, he regained his appetite, picked up his chopsticks and continued chewing.

Song Huiyue looked at the house carefully from the beginning to the end, not even letting go of the corner door, remembering the positions of the door and the wall, and when she returned to the main room, she saw Li Jun staring at her while eating, and at the same time A clear smile.

She laughed too, feeling a little more space in her stomach, and seeing a bowl of spicy fish soup coming up, she sat down and picked up her chopsticks, wanting to taste the fish.

Liu Qin sat beside her, serving her food, and gossiping with a smile, feeling very happy in her heart.

She always remembered Song Huiyue's kindness to her. Even if Song Huiyue killed someone and her hands were covered with blood, she still felt that Song Huiyue harbored pity for suffering in her heart.

The more superior people are, the less they have this kind of compassion, thinking that all people who are struggling in suffering are ants.

Things like ants can be entertained when they are happy, and can be erased when they are unhappy, and they don't have to be punished.

When she entered and exited Prince Jin's mansion, she had seen many servants and guards in Prince Jin's mansion. Because these people relied on Prince Jin's sect, they also felt that they must be superior. They looked at her from top to bottom.

But Song Huiyue, who was more precious than his own life in King Jin's eyes, had never seen her like this.

(End of this chapter)