Overturning the little milk bottle of the metaphysics boss, everyone loves it

Chapter 358
It was the first time that Jing Xiaoying didn't feel dissatisfied when she heard this title. When she got excited, all the bowls on her body fell off.

She immediately felt cold, it was over

Sure enough, Guan Jianshan said in the next second: "Broken? Let's add another stick of incense."

"Master, Song Baoling is back, just let me go." After Jing Xiaoying finished speaking, she turned to the door and urged, "Song Baoling, come out quickly!"

Song Baoling and Lian Jiao came out from behind slowly, Jing Xiaoying's eyes lit up, and she immediately reached out to grab them both.

Lianjiao lowered her head and pinched the corner of her clothes, "Master, how do you know it's us?"

"One is to identify the voice, and secondly, other people in the mansion will not sneak around outside the door at this time. The most important thing is the pair of shoes on Lianjiao's feet."

When Guan Jianshan spoke eloquently, Lianjiao realized that they were full of loopholes, "Master, you can't just let us start as soon as you come back, you have to give us some time to rest."

"Haven't you had enough rest in the past half a month?" Guan Jianshan smiled slightly, with a teasing tone.

Lianjiao pouted, "Don't mention it, it's not a rest at all."

It's just playing with your life.

"Can I start after I finish copying the Buddhist scriptures?" Song Baoling asked.

Guan Jianshan thought for a while, and agreed, "Okay, I'll give you three days at most."

"Ah?" Jing Xiaoying expressed her dissatisfaction in a long tone, "Then I have to stay for another three days?"

Guan Jianshan snuffed out the incense on the nearby censer, lit the two pillars again, and spoke mercilessly.

"Even if the two of them come back, you have to stay here for me, unless you want to leave the Hou Mansion."

Jing Xiaoying let out a long wail regardless of her image, even though she was reluctant to stay in the Hou Mansion, she still had to grit her teeth and persevere.

Based on this point, Song Baoling admired Jing Xiaoying from a certain point of view.

I was so tired these days, Song Baoling fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the bed, and Lian Jiao also fell asleep on the side.

Until Song Baoling was woken up by the pain, his whole body was weak and sweating, the pain was unbearable, and he couldn't make a sound.

She couldn't even go to Lianjiao who was close enough, she looked at the sky outside, it was already evening.

After a few days of no relapse, she almost forgot about it, and the medicine was put in the medicine hall together with the herbs collected from Ye Lanchen.

At this moment, she was lying quietly in a corner of the room, far away.

Lianjiao woke up just when she was about to faint from pain, and the habit she developed made her go to Song Baoling immediately.

Seeing her pale face, she immediately regained consciousness, and said anxiously, "Miss! What's wrong with you?"

"Yaolou... the medicine." Song Baoling closed his eyes tightly, and his voice was very soft, but Lianjiao heard it clearly, and immediately set off to search for Yaolou.

He took out the porcelain bottle inside, poured out a few small black pills, fed them into Song Baoling's mouth, and then went to get a glass of water.

Song Baoling swallowed the pill abruptly before taking the water from Lianjiao.

Lianjiao helped her up, Song Baoling's chest heaved and he panted slightly to relieve the remaining pain.

"Didn't the haenyeo say that she will recover soon? Why does it look worse than last time?"

Lianjiao said angrily that she had already regarded Hainu as a liar.

Song Baoling waved his hand, "I told her to hide it, you must not tell little uncle about this, you know?"

Although Lianjiao didn't understand what she was doing, she still nodded obediently.

Song Baoling tightened her grip on the porcelain bottle, she forgot to ask Hai Nu about her current situation.

"At the end of the third round, did you see the group of Haenyeo and Chu Suci?" Song Baoling asked suddenly.

It stands to reason that people with obvious characteristics like Chu Suci and Haenyeo should be easily seen in the crowd.

But I didn't seem to see them until I came out of the illusion.

Lian Jiao was reminded by Song Baoling, and recalled carefully, "I really don't have any impression."

"Then they should have left early." Song Baoling concluded.

She still doesn't know what Chu Suci and Jun Tingsheng exchanged.

"Bang bang bang—" There was a knock on the door and a female voice, "Miss, the master has asked you to go to dinner."

As soon as Song Baoling mentioned it, he immediately got up to tidy up, and replied, "Understood, here we come."

After waiting for the people outside the door to go down, she ran to the mirror and asked Lianjiao, "Am I very haggard now?"

Her face is still a little pale, especially her lips, which are now bloodless, and she looks like she is dying of illness.

She put on some rouge and went to the place to eat after confirming that there was no problem.

Everyone was there except Song Lianze and Jing Wan'er. Song Lianming and Song Lianxin saw her smiling.

Song Lianxin glanced at Lianjiao secretly, pretending nothing happened.

Song Mo couldn't see any joy or anger, but stared at Song Baoling with deep eyes.

"Father." Song Baoling called out hesitantly.

Song Mochuan's lips moved, and he said strangely, "You are so unfamiliar, those who didn't know thought you were seeing me for the first time."

Song Baoling sat down in his seat embarrassingly, and Song Lianming hurried out to smooth things over.

"Bao Ling, dad is just saying what he means, eat this to nourish your body, you'll lose weight." Song Lianming kept picking vegetables into Song Baoling's bowl.

Song Mochuan snorted coldly, "I thought you didn't want this house anymore, so you're willing to come back."

Mrs. Song patted Song Mochuan hard enough to expose him directly.

"When I didn't come back, I was talking about it every day, but now I'm back and it's like this."

Song Mochuan couldn't hold back, "Mother."

"I have ordered her to copy the Buddhist scriptures five times as a punishment, and this matter is over."

Mrs. Song couldn't refuse, so Song Mochuan had no choice but to give up.

On the contrary, Song Baoling felt warm in his heart. Grandma also said that she would not help her, but she was even more impatient than her.

After dinner, Song Mochuan asked Song Baoling to go with him to the study, and Mrs. Song repeatedly urged him.

"Just say a few words, don't force the child too much."

Song Mochuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Mother, this is also my daughter. Naturally, I feel distressed. I just want to say a few words to her."

Only then did Mrs. Song go back in peace.

In the study room, father and daughter were sitting opposite each other, Song Baoling was a little nervous.

"Tell me, why did you go outside this time?" Song Mochuan asked, breaking the silence.

Just as Song Baoling wanted to make up a random reason, Song Mochuan said again, "It's because of Jun Tingsheng again, right?"

He has started calling Jun Tingsheng's name directly now, which shows his dissatisfaction with Jun Tingsheng.

Song Baoling tacitly said nothing, and after a while he asked tentatively, "Father, do you hate little uncle?"

Song Mochuan took a deep breath and shook his head, "I don't hate him, on the contrary, I appreciate him very much, he can make a lot of achievements at a young age."

"However, I don't like it, and I also hate that you two have too much contact."

Compared with the previous euphemisms, Song Mochuan's words were straightforward this time, directly clarifying the words.

(End of this chapter)