The man in front of him, did he say that the former song Xijiao knew this childe? And Sour and jealous Is there anything else?

No, it won't be. Song Xijiao quickly shakes her head and denies herself. The original Miss Song San is just a lazy eater. This young master is so talented and beautiful, how can he like her.

So Then it can only be that Miss Song San has pestered the young master!

Oh, my God. At the thought of this possibility, song Xijiao's head has grown up, and it is more certain to see song Yuanhan's good looking look.

"It's freezing outside. It's not too late for us to go in and talk about the past."

After that, Ling Ziqing walked into the room and arrived at the door. Seeing that song Xijiao didn't follow him, he turned to her with a smile like a banished immortal and an invitation gesture.

Song Xijiao quietly pulled Song Yuan Han: "why didn't you say it earlier?"

Song Yuan Han laughed and said in a low voice, "I said so long ago, will you still come?"

"But

"Sister, that's a thing of the past. Brother Ziqing didn't take it seriously. Besides, if you want to find a craftsman, he is really the right person to choose."

Song Xijiao looked up at Ling Ziqing and saw that he was really smiling. He didn't seem to care about the past, so she had to follow song Yuanhan in.

After entering the room, song Xijiao immediately opened her eyes in amazement.

In the huge room, there is a carved table of pear blossom wood, and a red plum blossom is stretched out of the window facing the table, which is full of artistic conception. The green gauze curtain falls down, covering the scenery inside, but through the curtain, you can see that there seems to be a guqin, and there is a misty and rainy ink painting on the wall.

Seeing song Xijiao staring at the gauze curtain curiously, Ling Ziqing walked over with a smile and hung it with tassels. Pointing to the ink painting on the wall, Ling Ziqing said, "this painting is painted on Miss Song's paper."

There was nothing special about paper, but she was amazed by the skill and skill of this painting! As a rule, she has seen many famous paintings, which may make her so amazing that she can count them with one hand.

It's just a fly in the ointment. The painting is simply hanging there, not mounted.

She couldn't help but shake her head: "if it can be mounted, it will be more beautiful."

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