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Nannan was suddenly shocked as this Third Young Miss' cooking skills are just too good.

Song Qing and Yu looked at each other and knew that this was a Seven-coloured Silver Thread. Very few commoners had such skills. In his previous life, he had learned these pastries for the sake of Zuo Linyu.

Knowing the complexity of the pastries, ordinary people would never come into contact with them. Even a master palace master might not be able to cook them properly every single time. And this Song Yunjiu was not even that young, he had already made the pastries come to such a boiling point.

Song Qingyu could not help but reevaluate Song Yunjiu in his heart.

"Big Sis, I spent an entire afternoon making it before I was too late."

Song Yunji turned around pitifully and handed over the plate. Suddenly, he bumped into the table, staggered a few steps to steady himself, and then swept the box on the table along with the remaining plate of snacks to Song Qingyu's bedside.

A "peng" sound was heard. The plate fell to the ground, making a crisp sound when it hit the floor.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." She was so shocked that she quickly threw herself over, not even caring about the pastries in her hands as she squatted down to pick up the pastries boxes.

Nannan stared at him as she did not know what just happened. In order to be careful she immediately bent down to clean up, "Third Miss, this servant will help you."

Seeing Ah Nan helping out, Song Yunshu blinked his eyes as he stood up and looked at Song Qingyu, "Sorry, I really did not do it on purpose." I'll make you a better pastry for tomorrow. "

She was very pitiful. Every frown and frown caused people to feel pity for her. However, while others might not have noticed it, Song Qingyu had noticed that when the box fell, something seemed to have been thrown out of her box.

However, she suddenly rushed over and used her body to block Song Qingyu's line of sight.

Song Qingyu was not sure if there was anything.

"It's not your fault. I was just happy that you made the pastries." It's so cold in the winter, so rest in the house. "I'm fine here, Nannan and Magpie are busy here."

Song Yunjiu frowned, "Then Big Sis, have you forgiven me?"

"I never blamed you." Song Qing Yu smiled lovingly, helplessness written on his face.

Song Yunjiu smiled, picked up a piece of cake and passed it to Song Qingyu, "Big sister, try it."

When Nannan heard this, she was shocked as she thought of what Lady Shen had said about the internal strife between Second Aunt and Young Miss. Didn't that mean that Song Yunjiu was here to help Second Aunt? Was there a problem with the pastries?

Just as Ah Nan was about to stop him, Song Qingyu had already caught him and ate a mouthful.

"It's sweet and delicious, much better than what's been done in the kitchen. I really need to learn some skills from you. "

"Alright, Yun Jiu is begging Big Sis to accompany me." Song Yunjiu smiled with narrowed eyes, as if everything had been completed happily.

She stared at the pastries a few times as if she could tell what was wrong with them and blurted out, "Third Miss, it's getting late and young miss is still sick, please come back another day to visit."

Song Qingyu quickly glanced at her, indicating that she had said something wrong. He then looked at Song Yunjiu, his amiable eyebrows curving in a different direction, "Usually when the sky is dark I get tired, even Nannan is used to it."

"It is indeed getting late." Song Yunji's smile was shallow, as he did not notice Nannan's abnormal behavior. He put the plate of pastries to the side and continued, "Aunt's health is not too good. I will go back tonight and take care of it, so YunJiu will come visit another day."

"Alright."

"Magpie, send Third Miss off."

After Song Yunjiu left, Nannan knew that she said the wrong thing, but she first took out a silver needle and stuck it into the cake. The silver needle did not change at all. It was only then that the huge burden in her heart was finally lifted.

Song Qing Yu put away his smirk and threw the pastries onto the plate in disgust, "She won't be so stupid as to poison the pastries. If I were to be poisoned to death, she wouldn't be able to defend herself."

Nannan thought about it and felt that it was indeed logical, so she immediately retracted her hand in embarrassment, "Miss, am I overthinking it?" I keep having the feeling that the third young miss harbors malicious intentions. "

"Look, is there anything extra on this piece of ground?"

When Nannan heard this, she hurriedly went to look, afraid that Song Yunshu would do something bad but she did not have a single clue. "Miss, it's all cleaned up."

Hearing that, Song Qingyu frowned slightly, he did not find anything, but Song Qingyu could only temporarily ignore it, "In the future, you must not let your emotions get the better of you. This time, Song Yunji did not notice that this did not mean that he would be so lucky next time. "Nannan, there must be no mistakes."

"Yes."

After tossing and turning over the night, he realized that he wasn't seeing things. Furthermore, the reason why Song Yunjiu was visiting him at night was definitely not because of the pastries.

It was only late at night when Song Qingyu finally fell asleep.

The moonlight was like water as it slowly flowed into the window and into the room. With the occasional wind blowing through the trees, there was silence.

The window opened and closed in an instant. The cold wind made Song Qingyu shrink back into his blanket while he slept.

Zuo Linyi silently sat on the bedside, looking at the sleeping person. Even in his dream, he was frowning tightly, as if he was confused about something. He couldn't help rubbing her acupoints, and when she let go, he let go.

He then took away the piece of cloth she had changed into from the drawer.

The cloth was his clothes. Although there was nothing on it, Zuo Linyi felt that with Song Qingyu's intelligence, he could easily discover it.

As he was about to leave, he glanced back at her. She had delicate features, red lips and white teeth. Only one head was visible, and it was rosy and extremely adorable. It was completely different from her usual coldness and estrangement.

Zuo Linyi couldn't help but put the piece of cloth aside and prod her forehead with his finger. She frowned slightly in her sleep, then fell asleep again.

The corner of Zuo Linyi's mouth curled up, and then he poked her lightly on the cheek, as if he had met something extremely interesting.

Song Qingyu moved a little and hid himself completely under the blanket.

Zuo Linyi saw that the room where the fire was burning was warm, so she slipped in. Don't let it get too stuffy. Thinking of this, he had already gently lifted her face with one hand and tightly covered her with a blanket with the other.

At that time, he had a pair of extremely gentle hands that carried a bit of warmth. Song Qingyu slowly woke up from his dream.

"Benefactor?"

Song Qingyu's sleepy eyes turned hazy as he looked at the person in front of him with a strange expression. He was wearing a jade-white, wide-sleeved cloak with two silk sleeves and a silver mask on his face. He didn't know if he was dreaming.

When Zuo Linyi heard the voice, the hand holding her face stopped. And then, he said calmly, "In your dreams."

"Who are you?"

Zuo Linyi watched her slowly regain consciousness, then let go of her hand and patted her head with a gentle smile. "Close your eyes. You'll know when you open your eyes again after a good night's sleep."

Song Qingyu was skeptical, but listening to him, he closed his eyes.

Zuo Linyi leaped and followed the path he had come from and flipped over the window. The surroundings were completely silent, as if nothing had happened. When Zuo Linyi landed on the ground, he noticed that his hand was empty.

In a moment of anxiety, the item was lost.