Chapter 8 Can you just stay?

Song Baoling nodded immediately after hearing the sound, and the mist in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

"Ling'er likes to be with my little sister. Uncle, go and do your work. Don't worry about me."

Jun Tingsheng instantly felt abandoned and reluctantly let go of Song Baoling.

"Then I'll trouble Miss Jing!"

"You're welcome!"

Jing Wan'er's heart was pounding wildly, and she didn't dare to take another look.

Jun Tingsheng was used to such shy girls, so he didn't take Jing Waner's thoughts seriously. As the Crown Prince of Chengyang, there were countless girls who wanted to show their favor.

Song Baoling slipped out of Jun Tingsheng's arms and immediately came to Jing Waner's side. His chubby little hand took the initiative to hold her hand, and he suddenly felt a steady stream of clear and pure spiritual energy flowing from her body to his own body.

"Sister, you don't want to go home. I asked my grandmother to let you stay at home for a few days, okay?"

Jing Waner was a little moved.

After all, if you can be in front of the old lady, it will be easier to ask for money.

Why!

If the family was not in real distress, why would she, a girl, come out to embarrass herself?

"Little sister, can you just stay?"

Song Baoling's round eyes looked directly at Jing Waner, making people unable to refuse her.

"Sister Ling'er, if my aunt agrees, I can send someone back home to say something."

Mrs. Song is in charge of the entire Hou Mansion, so naturally this matter must be approved by her.

"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Song Baoling patted her chest cheerfully, although she looked like a child, but she wanted to imitate an adult.

Liang Yi, who came back with the horse, was amused by her.

This little lady is really not similar to the eldest lady except for her appearance.

Jun Tingsheng turned around and glared at Liang Yi, his eyes cold.

Liang Yi twitched the corner of his mouth sarcastically, "Master, the horse is ready."

"knew!"

Jun Tingsheng glanced at Liang Yi with disgust and bent down to look at Song Baoling.

"It's time for me to go and take care of myself!"

"Um!"

Song Baoling nodded vigorously and raised her little face: "Don't worry, little uncle, be careful on the road!"

Jun Tingsheng got on his horse, looked at Song Baoling reluctantly, tightened the reins and rode away.

Looking at such a graceful man, although Jing Waner showed restraint on her face, some different feelings surged in her heart.

"Little sister, let's go see grandma."

When Jun Tingsheng's back was no longer visible, Song Baoling took Jing Waner back to Xuanpinghou's Mansion, and at her request, Jing Waner successfully settled in Xuanpinghou's Mansion.

In the garden, Song Baoling and Jing Waner were sitting in the pavilion holding a can of fish food, watching the flapping fish in the lake, Song Baoling giggled non-stop.

"Sister Wan'er, look at these fish, they are so happy!"

"Yeah!" Jing Waner nodded with a smile and agreed, "We are also very happy to see them being free."

Song Baoling turned to look at Jing Waner and saw a hint of sadness in her eyebrows. She couldn't help but said: "Sister Waner, you are such a kind person, you must be able to thrive!"

"Although I don't know whether what you said is true or not, I still thank you for your kind words."

Jing Waner looked at Song Baoling, thinking about her relationship with Jun Tingsheng, and finally plucked up the courage to speak: "Sister Ling'er, I have something to ask you, can you?"

"Can!"

Song Baoling thought very simply. He could still teach a few things about seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune.

"The prince is your uncle, and he also likes you very much. I have something, can I ask you to give it to him?"

"Sister Wan'er, you..."

Song Baoling opened her mouth wide in surprise, her clear eyes looking at Jing Waner for a moment, with a sly smile on her face.

"Oh, I understand, does sister Wan'er like her uncle?"

"Ling'er!"

Jing Waner smiled shyly, but did not refute her words.

"Don't worry, I'll just promise you!" Song Baoling patted her chest and agreed happily, "But, what does Sister Wan'er want me to give you?"

"Pocket!"

Jing Waner took out a black purse, with a green bamboo embroidered on it, and an eagle with spread wings on the other side. The embroidery was very neat, and it was obvious that a lot of thought had been put into it.

Song Baoling burst into laughter.

When a woman gives a man a purse, the meaning is self-evident.

I don’t know what my uncle thinks, and I don’t know if he has a family. Such a kind-hearted young lady cannot be wronged.

Song Baoling took the purse and put it properly in her arms.

The two of them didn't know that behind a pillar not far away, Song Lianmu, who had a grudge against Song Baoling, heard their conversation clearly.

If it weren't for Jun Tingsheng, he wouldn't have ended up disfigured.

Just wait! You will feel better!

A trace of hatred that was inconsistent with his age flashed across Song Lianmu's scarred and ferocious face.

"Sister Wan'er, I'm a little hungry, let's go eat!" Song Baoling covered her stomach and looked at Jing Waner pitifully.

Although I don’t eat as much as before, I still get hungry every now and then.

Jun Tingsheng, who had been away for two days, finally returned to the Xuanping Hou Mansion at midnight on the third day. After receiving the news, Song Baoling remembered Jing Waner's instructions, immediately found the purse she gave to him, and ran out happily.

At the other end of the corridor, Song Lianmu was hiding in the dark, looking at Song Baoling running over with little arms and legs, and laughed coldly.

The show is about to begin!

Song Baoling didn't notice it at all and ran towards the front yard as fast as she could, but Song Lianmu suddenly rushed out. The two of them bumped into each other hard, and the two purses fell to the ground.

"Third brother, what are you doing?"

Song Baoling covered her forehead and looked at Song Lianmu, who also fell to the ground, with a flash of disgust in his eyes.

"I also want to ask you why you are running so fast!"

Song Lianmu patted his robe and stood up, picked up Song Baoling's dropped purse and put it in his arms.

"It's okay!" Song Baoling saw a flash of anger flashing in his eyes. She was so frightened that she immediately grabbed her purse and ran to the front yard, not even realizing that the purse in her hand had changed.

Song Lianmu watched her little figure gradually disappear and sneered.

If you can't teach Jun Tingsheng a lesson, you still have to let this little nemesis taste the feeling of life being worse than death.

In the front yard, Jun Tingsheng was talking to Mrs. Song.

He had just come back, with a bit of tiredness on his face, but he hadn't seen the little girl he'd been thinking about for two days yet, so he was in no hurry to go back to his room.

"Grandma, little uncle!"

Song Baoling walked through the moon door leading from the patio to the backyard and saw Jun Tingsheng dressed in white sitting next to Mrs. Song.

She shouted, then trotted over, ignoring Mrs. Song's strange eyes, and hugged Jun Tingsheng's arm.

"Uncle, I have something to give you!"

Song Baoling didn't know that her purse had been dropped. She handed the purse in her hand to Jun Tingsheng, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in her palm.

"hiss!"

She took a breath and frowned.

"What's wrong?"

Jun Tingsheng was stunned for a moment, frowning at her wrinkled face, snatching the purse from her hand, and saw that her small palms instantly turned purple.

A drop of dark red blood emerged from her palm.

"poisonous!"

"Liang Yi, watch what's in your wallet!"
Chapter completed!