The strongest peasant girl in Xiuse Jinyuan

Chapter 268 The Warmth in the Carriage (1)
It wasn't just Qin who was anxious, Song Lixue saw Wei Changju climbed into Ling Jing's carriage, and his heart was also furious.

When he saw Wei Changjue and Ling Jing, Gu Xizhao talking and laughing, he felt jealous, uncomfortable, and extremely sour.

Perhaps, since the first time he saw Wei Changqu in front of Zuixiangfang, he had fallen in love with this eclectic woman, so when Qin asked him to prepare a congratulatory gift, he happily agreed , It took several days of effort, day and night.

Although Song Lixue was very upset, he didn't dare to go and ask Wei Changqu to get off the carriage.

His feet seemed to have taken root, and it was difficult to move half a step, because he stood with Ling Jing, and he felt ashamed. He deeply remembered the pair of eyes as deep as ancient ink before, in those eyes Underneath, he felt an overwhelming sense of oppression, and those eyes made him feel intimidated.

When Qin said this, Song Yang naturally understood her thoughts.

Song Yang raised his eyes to look in the direction of Ling Jing's carriage, and after a glance, he turned his gaze back to Qin Shi, and said, "Madam, don't worry, that Mr. Ling won't do anything to the young girl, it's just..."

Speaking of ordinary things, Song Yang was a little hesitant to speak, he could tell that Mr. Jing might have taken a fancy to that girl Chang Qu.

"It's just! It's just what." Qin was anxious to hear that.

"Hey!" Song Yang let out a long sigh, and then continued, "Ma'am, I see, that Young Master Ling may also like that girl Chang Qu, if so, you'd better advise Xueer to start her life as soon as possible." Take back your thoughts on the little girl."

Qin didn't understand why Song Yang said such things.

But Song Yang said such words, she was very unhappy.

Qin looked away, looked at Song Yang and said, "Master, I'm not happy to hear you say that. Although Mr. Ling was born handsome, our students are handsome and talented. , why do you want to pour cold water on your family and let Xueer take back his mind from Chang Que?"

Song Yang sensed Qin's displeasure, and was about to explain something.

It's just that before he could say a word, Qin realized that Song Lixue on the side was a little lost, so he gave him a look, and turned to Song Lixue with concern: "Xueer, don't listen to your father's nonsense, if you like long-legged girls , just put your heart down and go after him, Mother will definitely support you."

"Listen to your mother, if Changju likes you, no matter how capable and handsome Mr. Ling is, it will be fine. The relationship between a man and a woman is not about ability or appearance, it depends on fate."

Originally Song Lixue was quite disappointed, but after listening to Qin's words of comfort, he felt much better in an instant.

He smiled at Qin and said, "Mother, thank you, listen to you, my son will definitely work hard."

"You child, are you being polite to your mother?" Qin Shi smiled and learned from Song Li.

"Mother seems to like this child Changqu very much. If you can marry Changqu home and become my mother's daughter-in-law, mother will have to thank you very much."

"Yes." Song Lixue nodded at Qin, and said, "Son will definitely work hard."

The mother and son said something to you, and to me, Song Yang couldn't get in the mouth at all.

After the two chatted for a few words, Song Lixue helped Mrs. Qin get into the carriage, and then he jumped onto the front of the carriage himself.

After Song Yang saw Qin Shi and Song Lixue got into the carriage, he sighed helplessly.

He glanced in the direction of Ling Jing's carriage again, then lifted the curtain and climbed into the carriage.

Why!Another sigh sounded in the carriage.

Qin naturally didn't understand what Song Yang was worried about. She heard Song Yang's long and short sighs, and couldn't help but said: "My lord, children are free and children are blessed, so don't worry about it, just because Mr. Ling likes long hair, isn't it? Are we not allowed to like Changqu? You can’t tell, Changqu still likes us.”

For her son, Qin is full of confidence.

Qin's idea is simple, and he also thinks about the best, but Song Yang doesn't think so.

The dignified son of Prince Rui's mansion, Jing Shizi, can't be compared with his own son.

Besides, he could tell that Wei Changzhi had a high heart and aspirations. In terms of courage, intelligence, and intelligence, even many men could not match it. How could his ordinary son manage it.

After a lot of thoughts in his mind, Song Yang sighed several times, and then said to Qin: "Madam, I say this for the sake of learning. Although Changqu is good, she is not suitable for us to learn. Take care of me early, so as not to increase the pain in the future."

After Song Yang finished speaking earnestly, he closed his eyes slightly, and didn't say anything more to Qin Shi.

Mrs. Qin half-understood, sitting quietly in the carriage thinking about Song Yang's words.

Four large carriages were driving fast on the lonely yellow mud road, the axles of the carriages creaked and rolled over the road, the green hills on both sides of the road continued to stretch backwards, and the carriages left Shili Village far behind.

Ling Jing's carriage was at the back, and after Wei Changjue climbed into his carriage, he realized that the decorations in the carriage were simply outrageous.

The bottom of the carriage was first covered with a thick layer of cushions, and a piece of white tiger skin was also spread on the cushions.

The white tiger skin is flawless, without any stray hairs, it is soft and smooth to the touch, especially to the touch.

The walls of the carriage were all drawn with brocade curtains, not even a trace of cool wind could penetrate, the cold wind was blowing outside, but inside the carriage was extremely warm.

The carriage is very spacious, and a square carved low table divides the entire carriage into two halves.

On the low table, there is a small gold-plated hollow incense burner. Ambergris is being burned in the incense burner. A faint green smoke slowly rises from the hollow pattern of the incense burner cover. The green smoke spreads in the air, making the entire carriage It smells like ambergris.

Ling Jing gracefully leaned halfway inside the carriage, the moon brocade and silver robe poured over the snow-white tiger skin, forming a complete whole. He was holding a book in his hand, and was reading it with a calm expression.

Wei Changju sat down opposite him.

The corner of Ling Jing's eyes twitched lightly, through the scroll in his hand, he glanced at Wei Changqu lightly, and continued to hold the scroll in his hand, turning a page rustlingly with his slender fingers like jade.

After Wei Changjue sat cross-legged, he turned to look at Ling Jing and asked, "If you need me, tell me quickly."

Ling Jing's faint eyes still stayed on the scroll, and he said to Wei Changju in a leisurely manner: "Don't worry, drink a cup of hot tea to moisten your throat first."

Only then did Wei Changqu lower his eyes to look in front of him.

Two cups of tea had already been poured on the low table, and steaming hot water vapor slowly rose from the cups, carrying a faint tea fragrance, which smelled very good.

(End of this chapter)