When we got home, it was already dark, and Cheng Huaer had already prepared supper and was waiting for the three of us to come back.

As soon as Cheng Qinghua entered the house, he saw Yuan Qi teaching Lian Song to write step by step.

She leaned behind the two of them and said with a smile: "Mr. Yuan is really good. Lian Song has to learn it well."

"I understand, sister."

Cheng Qinghuan looked at the two lines of completely different words and blinked: "Look at your words next to Mr. Yuan, like a centipede."

"Sister..." Lian Song was immediately unhappy when he heard this.

After Yuan Qi finished writing the last stroke, he raised his eyes and looked at her: "If you put your words together, Lian Song's words will easily be ignored."

Cheng Qinghuan immediately stood up straight and rolled her eyes. Isn’t this saying that her words are ugly and more eye-catching?

Yuan Qi patted Lian Song and signaled him to get up first, then pulled the girl to the chair and sat down, and handed her the brush.

"Master Yuan, you are not kind." Cheng Qinghuan did not take the brush and looked straight at the person in front of him: "You can just know that my handwriting is ugly, and I want to embarrass me in front of me!"

"I'll teach you."

She looked at the person in front of her smiling under the candlelight, and her figure reflected in her clear eyes.

Yuan Qi has an excellent appearance, and even male stars in the 21st century may not be able to compare with him.

A dressed in blue clothes, like a breeze and a clear moon.

Cheng Qinghua looked at the person in front of him, and only the words that the teacher said in his mind: A gentleman is like a venerable, and Yuyi Yuyao.

"Cheng, Qing, Huan."

Yuanqi's voice rang in her ears, and she quickly turned to look, but her lips brushed through his earlobe.

Suddenly, both of them froze.

Yuan Qi paused with the brush, and the ink dripped along the tip of the pen.

Only then did Cheng Qinghua realize that he was holding his hand and writing. The two of them were too close to each other, as if they were sitting in his arms.

She quickly stood up and said seriously to Lian Song behind her: "Mr. Yuan's handwriting is very good, you have to study hard."

After saying that, he hurried to the window and patted his red cheeks.

Yuanqi looked at her figure and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

"Huan, these two pieces of cloth are quite beautiful. How about your Aunt Liu and I make a dress together?" Cheng Huaer held the dark blue cloth and smiled at the human being by the window.

"This was originally chosen for you and Aunt Liu." Cheng Qinghuan turned around and looked at her holding the cloth with the Tengyun pattern, and asked softly: "My grandma, this cloth?"

The woman nodded: "This flower is worn by you girls. I am older and it is more suitable for this pattern."

"This is a one-brainer. If it weren't for her, I would have bought that one."

When Lian Zhi heard this, he looked frightened and waved his hand quickly: "I just guessed it casually."

Cheng Qinghuan was a little confused when she saw this scene. She just wanted to praise her. How could she have this expression?

Cheng Huaer saw her thoughts and brought the person to her with a smile: "I'll measure the size for you."

Cheng Qinghuan looked at the girl and nodded, stood there obediently, and let the woman mercy.

She rubbed her forehead and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks she had eaten into the kitchen.

"What do you think of?"

Song Qiaoqiao came in at some point, stood by and helped her wash dishes together.

"I wonder if I should repair the house before the New Year or after the New Year." Cheng Qinghuan turned his head and said softly: "This kitchen will leak when it rains. I wonder if it will snow this winter. If it snows, I have to repair the house in advance."

Song Qiaoqiao was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "So you were thinking about this, I thought you were thinking about Lianzhi."

"What's the point of thinking more, what should you do or what should you do."

"Where is Lord Yuan?"

"kindness?"

Song Qiaoqiao took her hand, pointed to the bracelet on it, and chuckled, "This bracelet was given to you by Lord Yuan. What's the relationship between you?"

Cheng Qinghuan remembered what had just happened, a ripple flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled heartlessly: "This bracelet can be exchanged for accommodation fees for Azhu. Once the money is obtained, the goods will return to the original owner."

"You really think so?" Song Qiaoqiao chuckled softly, "I just heard my mother say that your mother asked about Yuan Qi's birth date and horoscope today, and the population in her family seemed to be trying to match you."

"My mother, I saw a better man like this. Didn't she want to betroth Azhu before?"

"But my mother said that Lord Yuan seemed to have that meaning and answered all the questions."

Cheng Qinghua paused, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Those who come from famous families always do some facial skills."

She patted and wanted to say something, Song Qiaoqiao arranged the bowls and chopsticks neatly, and left with a smile.

Yuan Qi agreed to change the bed and took Lian Song to the attic that night.

That night, the three of them slept very soundly on the big bed in the compartment.

It was not until dawn that Cheng Qinghuan woke up.

As soon as she walked out of the room, she saw Yuan Qi sitting in the yard.

"Why did Lord Yuan get up so early?"

"I'm used to it. When I'm in the capital, I need to get up at the time of Yin and go to the palace to listen to the lectures of the Taifu at the time of Mao."

Cheng Qinghua converted the time and admired the person in front of him. Classes started at three o'clock and five o'clock were going to be held. This prince's companionship was really not something that people did.

She shook her head and walked towards the kitchen, muttering in her heart.

Yuan Qi watched her back disappear, and then he took out the letter that had been hidden in his sleeve. He finished reading the content with a serious expression.

Then, he walked into the kitchen, and when Cheng Qinghuan was not paying attention, he stuffed the letter into the stove and burned it.

"Mr. Yuan, you need at least a few taels of silver for your clothes. It's not suitable to sit in front of the stove." Cheng Qinghuan looked at the big Buddha who was burning the fire, but he was wearing a moon-white dress.

"It's warm here." Yuan Qi looked at the person in front of him gently: "And, it's good to look at you."

Cheng Qinghuan listened to this, paused his movements and thought for a while: "The most beautiful thing in Songjia Village is the girl Xiaohe in the west of the village. I heard that when she was washing clothes by the river, there were a large group of men around her."

"She is not as good as you."

Cheng Qinghuan's face turned red as he heard this.

I have lived for more than twenty years, but I have never been flirted with like this by anyone.

She coughed twice and immediately said, "Does Lord Yuan think that if I go to the river to wash clothes, can I attract a large group of men?"

Yuanqi looked at her for a while and then smiled and said, "If you want, I can find a man for you."

After Song Qiaoqiao got up, Cheng Qinghuan's face was flushed.

The person in front of him kept staring at her like this, with a tender face. Those who didn't know really thought they fell in love with her.

Cheng Qinghua put down his breakfast, pulled his good sister outside, and solemnly told this matter.

"You said, is he really stupid?"

Song Qiaoqiao looked at the person who was looking here subconsciously and shook her head: "Mr. Yuan's look, I think this may be the dream you had last night."

Cheng Qinghuan looked along her gaze and happened to meet Yuan Qi's clear eyes, and suddenly shuddered.

"Did you have a dream last night?"

After breakfast, she went to the field with a hoe and continued to work until the evening before returning.

As soon as I entered the door, I lowered my head to eat. After I finished the meal, I went straight into the door and lay on the bed.

Yuan Qi's figure has been waving in my mind. It is as gentle as water in the morning, and when I eat, I keep people from living thousands of miles away.

Is it really the dream she had last night?

But this is impossible, this scene is so real.

Could it be that Yuan Qi is about himself...

Cheng Qinghuan tossed and turned until midnight, and before she fell asleep, she put on her clothes and wanted to sit in the yard.

As soon as the door opened, a black shadow was seen coming out of the back door.

The first thought in her mind was that Song Daqiang, who was going to destroy her crops again.

So he followed him out with a sickle in anger.

As soon as he walked to the back door, Cheng Qinghuan heard the sound of the two talking.

"This is the evidence we found in Lin County. There is another witness, but he was killed by the pursuers."

"When the prince handed over this evidence of colluding with important officials and plotting to murder the crown prince, the third prince will probably not be able to get to the Eastern Palace in his life."

"My wise, I will send you the news that you were hunted down and dying, and you were kept at the village woman's home. The third prince indeed dropped his hands from Lin County to check it out."

"His mother's family is not an important official, but a poor family member who has passed the imperial examination. Naturally, she cannot afford to hire so many masters."

Cheng Qinghuan was numb as he heard this. She said, "A high-ranking official can't live in three tiled houses and wants to come to her and squeeze into a little kid."

She touched the beads on her wrist and was no longer in the mood to listen.
To be continued...