Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 73: Smile (2)
The old woman hurriedly waved her hands: "Okay, okay, no need."

Song Wanzhi smiled and said, "It can be seen that your old man is in good health."

The old woman laughed happily.

Then the old woman chatted about ordinary words, such as where the old hen at home took her chickens to play the autumn wind again, the third daughter-in-law next door gave birth to a big fat boy, and the snow fell again...

The homely words reached Song Wanzhi's ears, and it felt like the spring breeze was blowing catkins, blowing through people's hearts little by little, and itching slightly.

The snow outside is still flying tirelessly, hitting the windows heavily, layer by layer, like the rhythm of spring rain.

After dinner, Song Wanzhi wanted to help Granny Chen wash the dishes, but just as she rolled up her sleeves, she found that Su Mengchen was already standing in front of her: "You are a guest."

After finishing speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and went with the thick bowl.

Song Wanzhi leaned there, watching the figure of the man gradually disappearing into the darkness, only felt a slight shock in his heart.

In this world, gentlemen stay away from the kitchen, not to mention men of princes and nobles, but men who sell cakes on the street, how could they do such things when they return home.Because, most people think, this is cheap.

However, this person is so calm and elegant, that kind of thing flowing out of his bones, showing his heartbreaking calm even in the smallest details.

Song Wanzhi stared outward, not knowing if Uncle Wang and Xiao Ye had rested.

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Outside the Prime Minister's Mansion.

A horse splashed thick snow powder, and then stopped. The young man still wearing the clothes of Tianhe College jumped off the horse, and then slammed the door: "Open the door, open the door!"

There was a rare anxiety in the boy's words.

The door of the prime minister's mansion opened with a "squeak", and the butler looked at the lantern hanging at the gate of the prime minister's mansion. The curse that was about to blurt out was paused when he saw the clothes, and then he held up a smiling face. Ask: "Which family does this young master belong to?"

Yun Haijian grabbed him: "Has Song Wanzhi come back?"

The butler was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to react, and then said: "Song, Miss Song? The carriage is back."

The carriage came back, so naturally her carriage came back, and what he wanted to ask was her people!

He looked at the butler's confused look, and thought to himself, Song Wanzhi, how low is your status in the prime minister's mansion, no one even knows whether you will be home or not.

He flicked the housekeeper and said coldly, "Go and ask!"

The butler was angry, I really don't know where the kid came to show off his might to the prime minister's mansion, although he was only a butler, he was also the butler of the prime minister's mansion, so many dignitaries would support him!
But he still nodded: "Yes, yes, young master, I will ask you right away."

"Go!" Yun Haijian felt that there was another fire in his heart.

When the butler went to ask, Xiao Ye and Uncle Wang were sitting in the room warming the fire, the butler didn't bother the two of them, but asked the maid and woman outside, and then rushed back, still holding smiling faces Said: "Young Master, Miss has not come back."

Yun Haijian's heart sank, he also knew what was good and what was wrong, he was going in a crooked way, those people had no bottom line, although what he said was a "lesson", but if something was on his mind, who would care?
His face turned pale, and for the first time he felt at a loss in his heart.

The butler looked at the boy, and was about to ask something, but Yun Haijian turned around and mounted his horse, galloping away.

The sky and the earth are full of flying snow, and the dark night with no one seems to be bleak. The sea of ​​clouds once again searched along the road that Song Wanzhi had advanced, but there was no trace.

Holding his horsewhip, he stood on the long bridge, looked at the chaotic darkness, and shouted: "Song Wanzhi! Song Wanzhi!"

But, who will answer?
(End of this chapter)