The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister

Song Zhao looked at the round apple face of his close friend in the boudoir, full of nostalgia.

Wen Nuo smiled and squeezed Song Zhao's waist, "Zhao Zhao, I haven't seen you for a long time, you have lost a lot of weight, it must be because you didn't eat well."

Song Zhao glanced at the round and smooth appearance of the handkerchief, and poked her chubby cheek with his hand, "It's not that I lost weight, it's that you gained a lot of weight, if this continues, your mother will cry to death. "

It sinks into a piece as soon as you poke it, and it feels very good.

No wonder the powerful minister also likes to poke her face.

Wen Nuo was not annoyed, her eyes sparkled and she said, "My mother said that it is a blessing to be able to eat, and a great blessing to be fat. It seems that I am a great blessing."

Song Zhao couldn't help but laugh.

Wen Nuo is the daughter of Master Ren who teaches poetry, poetry and Fu in Canglan College, the first academy in the capital.

Yunlan Academy was built by people from the Taoist sect, and the masters in it gathered top scholars and Confucians, even better than the Royal Imperial College.

Not to mention the rich and powerful families, even the royal family is proud of being able to study in Yunlan Academy.

In layman's terms, it is roughly equivalent to the existence of Tsinghua and Harvard in the modern world.

In his previous life, Song Zhao didn't like studying, so he had a big bag of grass. Even if he had the Song family as his background, he was not qualified to enter Yunlan Academy.

Wen Nuo was very loyal and happy to accompany her when she went to an ordinary college.

The two sisters chatted for a while,

Wen Nuoshen said mysteriously, "When I came here, I saw a fruit forest in the back garden. I'll pick some for you to taste."

Song Zhao couldn't stop laughing as he watched Wen Nuo, who always wanted to eat, skipped and walked away.

Song Jinfu was thoughtful, and suddenly said to Song Zhao, "Little sister, you go to the gazebo to accompany the second younger sister, and I will pick some fruits too."

Song Jinfu turned around and took two steps, then turned back and forcibly dragged Si Yu away.

You can't let your sister be alone with her cousin.

*

Song Yao was thinking about what his sister said, and while his family was not paying attention, he found Qi Jun who was waiting outside the pavilion.

"General Qi." It was the first time Song Yao took the initiative to speak to a foreigner, and just as he opened his mouth, his little face under the hat turned red and dripped blood.

Qi Jun was even more nervous and embarrassed, his body was so tense that he didn't dare to look at Song Yao, he just looked up, "Miss Song, what do you want to order?"

Excessively nervous, his voice was unnaturally low, sounding a bit fierce.

Song Yao clenched his hands tightly, his palms were already wet.

She wished she could run away, but now that she had spoken, she couldn't back down.

Taking a deep breath, she asked softly, "I am choosing a husband today, what do you have to say to me?"

Qi Jun was a little confused.

He thought that Song Yao had something to ask him for help, but he didn't expect to ask such a private message.

As expected of the girl he had a crush on, her voice was so nice.

He couldn't help lowering his head, and what he saw was Song Yao's white neck exposed outside, which made him feel hot all over.

"Miss Song will definitely find a good husband." Qi Jun stared at Song Yao's hazy and more beautiful silhouette under the hat, his heart was beating violently, and he said these words in a daze.

Song Yao felt cold.

When General Qi said that, he must not have Mu Ai's intentions.

In an instant, all the shyness became a joke.

She pursed her lips tightly, said nothing, and left angrily.

Qi Jun noticed that his sweetheart was angry with him.

Although he didn't know why his sweetheart was angry.

But he couldn't help feeling lost and bitter.

Sure enough, he is a martial artist, but he is so unpleasant, how can he compare with this talented young man.

The sweetheart didn't even want to talk to him.

*

Song Zhao walked in the direction of the pavilion, and suddenly met Duan Yingying and Duan Yunsui, brother and sister.

The children of the aristocratic family can enter and leave the orchid exhibition at will, Song Zhao didn't think much about it for a while.