Chapter 179

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, she opened the door and stood at the door with a basin. She stepped back and looked left and right. She found that she had not gone wrong. But how could the fourth master come out of the young lady's room this morning?

"Go and serve your lady." At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he leaned over to indicate that Fangyu could go in, and then he raised his feet to go back to his room.

Ling Xiaoyun, standing a few steps away, has a gloomy face and stares at the beginning of Song Dynasty. Until he returns to the room, she still stands in the same place.

If Qing Jiu is just a child, it's OK. But Qing Jiu is old enough to get married, and he is a mature man in the early Song Dynasty. Did they do anything shameful when they shared a room last night?

But if they did, would the early Song Dynasty walk out so calmly?

Ling Xiaoyun shakes his head and thinks that he is too paranoid. Is it difficult for his uncle and nephew to dare the world's great injustice?

She took a breath, slightly raised the corner of her mouth, looked down at the rouge in her hand, walked slowly to the door of Qing Jiu, raised her hand and knocked on the door.

Qing Jiu had just finished washing her face. She thought it was the fourth uncle again and almost knocked over the water basin.

"Miss, it's Miss Ling." Fangyu reminds her in a low voice that although she is still immersed in the shock of the fourth master eating that young lady's room and going out, she still remembers Miss Ling standing outside the door.

Is Ling Xiaoyun here? Did she not see all the four uncles when they went out just now?

"Let her come in, Fangyu, and make tea. I can do the rest myself." Qing Jiu sat down in front of the mirror, picked up the comb, combed the messy hair a bit more neatly, and picked up the hairpin to pull a hair at will.

Fangyu answered and went out with the basin, telling Ling Xiaoyun that she could go in.

Ling Xiaoyun is "I won't marry her, are you happy?" He is quite helpless, obviously want to tease her, the result of this little girl confused, but also tired him to worry.

It's like lifting a rock and hitting yourself in the foot.

"Well." Qing Jiu nodded and looked at the white clothes in front of her. The haze in her heart cleared away. She raised her hand and held the waist of the early Song Dynasty subconsciously.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, his body became stiff and his eyes became red instantly, as if all the sufferings and lonely days and nights he had suffered had been fulfilled.

"Little girl, fourth uncle will take you to a place, OK?" Early Song Dynasty released his hand and put away his emotions.

"Good!"

In the early Song Dynasty, he took Qing Jiu to the stables in the backyard. He took out a group of white horses from the stables and asked her to choose one.

Qing Jiu bit her lip and looked embarrassed. Although she was not afraid of everything, she could never learn how to ride a horse. When she was a child, she almost lost her horse's hoof, so she never learned to ride a horse again.

"Fourth uncle, I can't ride a horse. Besides, I dare not ride a horse." Qing nine embarrassed to scratch his head, drooping at the weeds on the ground.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes. He got on the horse and stretched out his hand to Qing Jiu, "come on, I'll take you."

Qing nine half letter half doubt ground looking at the beginning of Song Dynasty on the horse, his this thin body board, can drag her to mount a horse? If she falls down, she will lie down for another ten days and a half months.

"Come on, trust me." The eyes of the early Song Dynasty were more sincere and shook his hand.

Die, die!

Qing Jiu put her hand on the hand of the early Song Dynasty. When she closed her eyes, she felt that the hand of the early Song Dynasty was exerting a little force. Then she had a sense of turning the world upside down. When she opened her eyes, she found that she was sitting on the horse smoothly.

"Gone." Song Chu's two hands hold the reins, just put Qing Jiu in his arms.

Qing Jiu's face turned red. Fortunately, she could not see her face in the early Song Dynasty. Otherwise, she did not know how to explain it.

In less than half an hour, the early Song Dynasty stopped, pointed to a distance and said, "we'll just walk there."

He dexterously dismounted the horse and opened his hands to let Qing Jiu down.

Qing Jiu swallows, grabs the saddle and goes down slowly. When his feet touch the ground, he steps on a loose stone and falls directly into the arms of the early Song Dynasty.

"I'm sorry, four..." Qing Jiu raised her head, facing the peach blossom eyes in the early Song Dynasty.

What she can be sure at this moment is that her eyes in the early Song Dynasty are definitely not the eyes of the elders looking at the younger generation!