Chapter 49

Song Rong has lived two lives, almost twice as old as these children.

How could you fall into such a thing?

Song Rong succeeded in scaring the children, but it directly made Song Rong not gregarious. After a while, the children got up and played.

The adults were here, and the children were embarrassed, so they disappeared into the sight of everyone.

Only Song Rong sat there alone. Song Rong turned his head and took a look at Xu's place.

When he found that Xu was there, he said this softly, and he was relieved.

These ladies are all from large families. They are smart in their hearts, and they have no conflict of interest with Xu. Of course, they won't trouble Xu. Who is willing to make themselves an enemy.

Moreover, Xu's behavior was appropriate and did not make these ladies feel uncomfortable. At most, he would feel that Xu was less talkative.

Song Rong thought for a moment, then stood up and walked into the garden.

She ah, staying here alone will inevitably make these ladies feel lonely, and will also worry their mother.

Song Rong is not worried that she will be lost alone. Although she is not familiar with all the plants and trees in the Chu house, she has lived for several years and will not be lost.

Song Rong walked slowly to the pond of Chu mansion. There was a wooden bridge leading to the center of the pond. In the center, there was a pavilion.

The name of this pavilion is called nianwan Pavilion.

It is said that the nianwan pavilion was built to commemorate the original lady Chu. Song Rong has seen Master Chu several times. When she came to the Chu family, the only person she didn't hate should be master Chu.

Others said that she was a broom star. She couldn't be happy. Instead, she killed Chu Yunqing. Only Master Chu didn't blame her.

She still remembers what Master Chu said when he came to see him.

"Rong'er, you've married to the Chu family. You're a member of the Chu family. Even if Yun Qing is gone, I won't wronged you. I know that Yun Qing's death is not your fault. I also know that I shouldn't let you marry... But I was also dizzy at that time. I wanted to keep Yun Qing by any means. I clearly knew that Chongxi was nonsense, but I still couldn't help doing so I'm sorry for you, "Master Chu said sadly.

When he said these words, Chu Yunqing had just died of illness. Naturally, he was very sad in his heart.

At that time, Song Rong was in a bad mood, but she was sad and angry. She was sad for herself. She didn't feel uncomfortable because of Chu Yunqing's death. Compared with the two, she must be the old father.

He was so sad and forced to comfort her. Even though Master Chu contributed to her tragic marriage, she didn't blame Master Chu.

This is to marry Chu Yunqing. Who knows who Song Dai will marry her if she doesn't go to Chu's house?

Maybe Song Dai will let her marry someone over half a hundred to fill in a house, or Song Dai will let her marry a famous dandy... At that time, the fate may not be much better than this.

Even at the beginning, she may have some resentment in her heart, but later, these really dissipated. She had no resentment or hatred for Master Chu. Naturally, she had no gratitude.

After all, the fate of her life also has something to do with Master Chu. The best thing she can do is not to complain or hate. It can be regarded as a reward for Master Chu's care for her at the beginning.

Song Rong walked over the wooden bridge. The outside of nianwan pavilion was covered with blue gauze. People outside could not see what was inside, but Song Rong knew that there was a stone table and some snacks.

It is said that all the snacks were enjoyed by Mrs. Chu.

Master Chu should love his original wife very much, but I don't know why he dotes on this house now.

Song Rong couldn't figure this out, so she didn't think about it. No matter what Master Chu thought in his heart, she should hate no less!

Thinking about it, Song Rong has unknowingly walked near the pavilion. At the moment, a breeze blew, and the veil around the pavilion was blown up. Song Rong saw that there was a person sitting inside.

This man is dressed in bamboo green. At the moment, he is playing with the black and white chess pieces on the table. It's Chu Yunqing.

Song Rong wanted to come here alone, but now Chu Yun is leaning here. She's not good here, so she turns around and wants to go.

Chu Yunqing raised his head and saw Song Rong. His eyes were very clear. At the moment, they fell on Song Rong. There was a feeling that Song Rong would wash away all his impetuosity.

Being seen, it's not good to leave so directly. Song Rong had to take a few steps forward, came to the pavilion and gave a slight salute: "childe Chu."

Chu Yunqing was a little surprised this time. He probably didn't expect to meet Song Rong here.

Song Rong explained with a smile, "I came to the spring banquet with my mother."

Chu Yun nodded, straightened his sleeves, then raised his hand slightly on the table and motioned Song Rong to sit opposite him.

Song Rong was slightly stunned. Chu Yunqing, what are you doing?

But she still sat down. Such a quiet Chu Yun tilt seemed to have a power that she couldn't refuse.

After Song Rong sat down, Chu Yunqing didn't talk to Song Rong, but continued to look at the black and white chess pieces on the table. Unexpectedly, he played chess alone.

Sitting here with Chu Yunqing, Song Rong was a little cramped at the beginning, but gradually, Song Rong relaxed. First, she was very familiar with the pavilion. Second, Chu Yunqing was very quiet and easy to get along with... To be exact, she didn't have to think about how to get along with Chu Yunqing, just as if she didn't have Chu Yunqing.

Song Rong sat for a while and was a little bored. She began to watch Chu Yun play chess.

Song Rong moved slightly and didn't notice her sleeve. She had scratched a chess piece. When she found it, she couldn't help reaching out to get the chess piece. In the process, Chu Yunqing also stretched out his hand. The two hands collided in the air.

Although he just touched Chu Yun's slender fingers, Song Rong's body was still slightly shocked.

Other people's hands are warm, but Chu Yunqing's hands are cold. If Chu Yunqing wasn't sitting opposite him and panting, Song Rong wouldn't think the hand he just met was a living person.

With a slight touch, Song Rong took back her hand. Her face was slightly red. She seemed a little impolite.

But Chu Yunqing seemed to be a man without anything. He picked up the chess piece and put it back in place.