Chapter 278

Mr. Xiong's return to Jinzhou City and live in Xifeng bamboo paper mill soon became known to all.

He represents the glory of the past and numerous legends. It can be said that he is a great figure in Zhuge's life. He has always been very popular in Jinzhou City. It seems that if you can say a word or two with him, you can get instant enlightenment. From then on, his future is bright and prosperous.

It's a pity that he lives on the outskirts of the mountain on weekdays, and Wu Er blocks him. No one can see him at all.

But it's not the same now!

He went back to the city, accepted his apprentice, and lived in a bamboo paper mill, which made many people eager to try. Therefore, a continuous stream of people came to visit the old man every day, almost breaking the threshold.

It's a pity that although Mr. Xiong returned to the world, he was more low-key and cautious than when he was in the wild in the suburbs of the mountain. It was even more difficult for the people in the bamboo paper farm who lived under the same roof as him every day to see him.

He lived in the elegant room on the second floor, devoted himself to painting and did not deal with anyone except song Xijiao every day.

That day, song Xijiao came to the bamboo paper mill early in the morning, and first came to the second floor with the rice cooker. Soon, Wu called on the door

"It's me. I made food for master."

The gate creaked and opened. Wu Er asked song Xijiao to come into the room. He looked out carefully to make sure there was no suspicious person. Then he closed the door, turned to look at Song Xijiao and said, "Sir, you can leave it before you get up."

If someone else, song Xijiao would whisper to herself how this person sleeps more than herself. But the other party is Mr. Xiong. Naturally, she knows that the reason why he can't get up is that he helped her draw too late the day before.

Since the old man had not yet got up, song Xijiao could not stay here any more. After putting the prepared food on the table, she went to the next room to do her own work.

Although the hands are busy, the mind is not in it at all.

A few days ago, song Qingchen's finding fault in the street was still in front of her, which made her feel very uneasy. She always felt that she would not give up revenge on herself so easily. In particular, the name of her villain and the name of the eldest lady and poisonous woman had been cited as a laughing stock for a long time, which was well known to all people in Jinzhou City.

Maybe it won't be long before she and his wife will make a comeback. Next time, they don't know what they will think of to harm her and make her defenseless.

Thinking of this, she could not help but sigh gently.

A gentleman is easy to make friends with, but a villain is hard to guard against.

"What is so sad?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out at the door. Song Xijiao looked up and saw a touch of spring snow coming in, which immediately brought a trace of coolness to the stuffy room.

Ling Ziqing, with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, gracefully walked to the table and took a look at her. She was clearly looking at herself, but her slender fingers did not stop. She was still familiar with the binding of books. Her eyes showed appreciation: "it's so-called dexterity, but so it is."

Song Xijiao spat out her tongue: "I'm not smart. My mother dislikes me all day that I can't do needlework."

"That's just because you have no interest in needlework. If you like it, you will do better than anyone else." Ling ziqingsi is not stingy with her praise. She looks at the chair moved by Qingfeng and looks at Qingfeng again.

Qingfeng immediately understood, took the chair and put it closer to song Xijiao. Ling Ziqing brushed his clothes and sat down. Qingsheng said, "I can't believe that you have become my younger martial sister."

Song Xijiao looked at the speech and said with a smile, "are you willing to admit your master?"

Ling Ziqing jokingly said, "he is really my master, not because I don't want to admit it. Besides, if I don't want to, even he doesn't want to force me

Oh? This means that he is willing to be Mr. Xiong's Apprentice? Then why are you always avoiding him?

As if seeing the doubts in Song Xijiao's eyes, Ling Ziqing explained in a slow voice: "it's not that I don't want to see him, but every time I see him, he will force me to learn some tricks of war. Just like you are not interested in needlework, I feel chest tightness and headache when I hear that. So we have to avoid him. "

"Then you can practice calligraphy and painting with the master."

Hearing this, Ling Ziqing didn't say anything. Qingfeng grabbed the head of the speech and said, "our young master's calligraphy and painting are unique. Do you need to learn from Mr. Xiong! What's more, Mr. Xiong's painting style is majestic and majestic, but our childe's paintings are fragrant mountains and snow, gentle and delicate. It's not the same thing at all. How can we learn from it? "

Song Xijiao said that they could not sing together. So he put his book on the table and changed the topic and asked, "are you here to see him today?"

Ling Zi counted and nodded, and said with a light smile: "his old man lives in the suburbs of the mountains on weekdays. I don't like to go out and seldom go to see him. Now he's in the middle of Jinzhou. It's only three blocks away from me. If he doesn't come, it's hard to say. "

Song Xijiao looked at his hand, and then at the hand of Qingfeng. She frowned and said, "then you can't come empty handed!""Who said our childe was empty handed? All the things are on the carriage outside. When the old man gets up, just ask Wu Er Ge to move it. Anyway, he won't let anyone else into his room. I can't help if I want to help. "

Just then, Wu Er Ge went to the door and glared coldly at the breeze. Qingfeng immediately shrinks in fear, but soon she straightens out her chest and stares back. With the childe and Miss Song in, can you still do something?

Wu Er Ge just glared at him and then moved his eyes. He was too lazy to pay attention to him. He turned to song Xijiao and said, "Miss Song, sir, up."

Ling Ziqing immediately got up, saluted Wu Er Ge, called Wu Er Ge, and then turned to song Xijiao with a smile: "let's go, younger martial sister. Let's go and see Master."

Hearing him call his younger martial sister, song Xijiao couldn't help but smile, and felt uneasily with her black hair hanging on her shoulder. It's clear that moss doesn't feel like her younger martial sister. Why does Ling Ziqing feel strange when she shouts?

Maybe it's because he is really a character with a bright moon and a breeze. He is like a fairy in the sky. He doesn't eat fireworks and will soon go back to the sky. But it's incredible that she should be related to such a fairy like figure.

They came to Mr. Xiong's room together. He was standing in front of the window, looking at the peach branches out of the window. Hearing the sound of footsteps, they turned around. They saw a pair of golden girls coming into the door together, and their faces immediately showed a happy smile.

"Master!"

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