Enter the Room

Song Jiyun didn't know this person.

However, because of her father's funeral, the family has come and gone in the past few days, many of whom she does not know.

Song Jiyun lowered his head.

Hid his face in a filial hat.

The strange man and Zheng Quantu went up and down and fought again.

The flower stands were crumbling, wisterias were flying all over the sky, and the flowers and plants were trampled to pieces, making a mess.

There is no loud noise, but if it takes a long time, it will attract the attention of others.

Zheng Quan was a little anxious.

He struck out with heavy punches, even ignoring the fact that his chest and back were exposed.

The strange man immediately saw this opportunity, bent his elbow, and mercilessly hit him in the chest.

Zheng Quan couldn't avoid it, and took a few steps back while clutching his chest before barely standing still.

The strange man didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, but stood there with a leisurely look on his face, and said in a surprised voice, "Good skill!"

Zheng Quan clenched his fists tightly.

The strange man dusted off his clothes, with a look of "flick off his clothes after something has happened".

Zheng Quan watched, shouted loudly, and rushed towards the man fiercely like a tiger descending a mountain.

Song Jiyun felt anxious, and couldn't help but stepped forward a few steps.

Zheng Quan clearly couldn't beat the strange man, but he still had to fight with all his strength, I'm afraid it would be thankless.

as expected.

The strange man stepped forward, and struck Zheng Quan's neck with a knife with lightning speed.

This time, Zheng Quan was powerless to defend and fell to the ground with a muffled grunt.

Seeing the strange man raise his leg and step towards Zheng Quan's chest.

In desperation, Song Jiyun rushed out without caring about anything else: "My lord, please be merciful!"

The strange man turned to look at her.

The afternoon sun was shining on his face, and the chill in his eyes overflowed unstoppably.

Song Jiyun felt cold, but still said: "This is a complete misunderstanding! My servant is honest and loyal, and I don't know how to adapt. When I saw a stranger in the study, I thought it was someone with evil intentions. He is also eager to protect the Lord, please Young Master Daren has a lot of benevolence, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

The strange man didn't speak, but sneered, although it was full of irony, he didn't attack Zheng Quan again.

Song Jiyun heaved a sigh of relief.

Zheng Quan is like her own brother, who carried her around the market and watched lanterns since childhood. Every time he came back from Longhu Mountain, he always brought her gifts, whether it was bamboo dragonflies or malt candy.

When I was older, I gave her and the mud, drove the carriage, and held the account book. She said what she said, and never said a word "no".

She can't let him have trouble.

But she didn't dare to reveal anything in front of this man, instead she looked calm and said politely: "I don't know what the son's name is? Why did you come here? In addition to some valuable things, there are also ledgers in this study. No one comes here."

The strange man said casually: "I'm lost!"

...

And then there is none.

Song Jiyun still kept his ears open, ready to hear something from his words.

Seeing him like this, alarm bells rang in her heart.

The most concise words are often the most powerful answer and the least flawed answer.

If this person is as she thinks, he is not an easy person to get along with.

She looked at the strange man calmly.

There are no ornaments on the whole body, and the collar of the Taoist robe is made of fine cloth of the same color.

He wore a pair of very ordinary navy blue rough cloth round-toed shoes with layered soles.

The fingers are white and delicate, as long as bamboo.

The fingers are round and clean, with a healthy powder.

It doesn't look like he was born in a wealthy family, but he hasn't suffered much; the family should have some wealth, but his money is quite restrained.

It's a bit like a descendant of an aristocratic family who came from a farming and studying heirloom.

Song Jiyun's mind was spinning quickly, but his tone became more polite: "I offended you just now! If you don't mind, my lord, go to the house and have a cup of tea. I might as well call the steward to come over and show you the way."

"No need!" The strange man turned and walked out without even giving her a look.

Song Jiyun followed and said, "My lord, I should help you find a steward to lead the way? After all, this is an inner house.

"I see you are wearing Taoist robes, are you a Taoist priest?

"However, those scholars in this dynasty also like to wear Taoist robes. Sometimes when they walk on the street, I can't tell which ones belong to Taoist priests and which ones belong to scholars!"

The strange man stopped suddenly.

Song Jiyun was caught off guard and almost bumped into him.

Only then did she realize that there was a red mole on the lobe of his left ear, the size of the tip of a little finger, like a lovesickness bean.

Song Jiyun was taken aback for a moment, but she quickly came back to her senses and continued: "What's the matter with you? Or where do you want to go? It's quite complicated here. Song Lao'an lived with the second room, everyone The one-bedroom and three-bedroom houses are all built together..."

"Don't think I don't know what your plan is!" The strange man squinted at her, and suddenly interrupted her.

Song Jiyun opened his eyes wide, and said puzzledly: "Why do you say that, Young Master? I don't understand."

"Heh!" The strange man smiled and was about to say something, but suddenly his face changed drastically, and he pointed at her and said, "You—"

Song Jiyun was full of confusion, and called out "Young Master".

I saw the strange man's body shaking slightly, and fell to the ground with a "plop".

Startled a few butterflies in the nearby flowers.

Zheng Quan was dumbfounded.

A flower bud protruded from the flowers and trees on the side.

Round eyes, round face, eight or nine years old, wearing a green floral dress, like that Wuxi Ah Fu who was being peddled with a burden.

"Miss." She held a blowpipe in her hand, her face was full of excitement, "I'll follow what you said, except Brother Ah Quan, whoever comes in will turn over the medicine."

"Well done!" Song Jiyun spared no effort to praise his little maid Xiangzan, "I'll go back later, let Madam Zheng make you sweet-scented osmanthus rice cakes!"

She blushed with joy, carefully walked around the unconscious man, ran to Song Jiyun's side, and said with some fear, "Miss, is he alright?"

It was also the first time for Song Jiyun to do this kind of thing.

The corridors are all paved with bluestone bricks, and if they fall down straight like this, it is really possible that something will happen.

However, she was more worried about Zheng Quan.

"Are you seriously injured?" Song Jiyun asked Zheng Quan, "You need to see a doctor quickly!"

Zheng Quan's head was full of confusion, and he said inconsequentially: "I'm fine! I'm often injured when I fight with masters and senior brothers. I know a little about bruises, massages, and the like. I know how the injuries are. I Just go back and apply some safflower oil."

Song Jiyun still felt that he should ask a doctor to take a closer look.

Zheng Quan pointed to the strange man and said, "I'd better help him look! His nose is scratched and it's red. It would be bad if he broke the bridge of his nose."

Song Jiyun disagreed.

It's not that he broke his waist.

Zheng Quan still helped the strange man feel the bone and checked it. Seeing that he was fine, he raised his head and asked Song Jiyun: "What should we do next?"

From the backstage, I saw a lot of friends giving me rewards and voting for monthly tickets. I feel guilty, and there are too few updates.

I try to write as much as possible...