I'm not good at this green tea princess

Chapter 61 Meng Ci, You Look Like a Different Person
Meng Ci snorted: "You know it very well!"

Song Ying chuckled, not feeling ashamed at all: "I am often whipped by my mother, and I am very familiar with it! I thought Brother Meng was a decent person, and it should be more than that. I knew that Brother Meng also had this trouble, so I made my maidservant Send a set of those anti-beating artifacts to Brother Meng!"

While talking in a small mouth, he reached out to lift Mengci's quilt.

Xiaolu hurried forward and pressed it down, and said: "Forgive me, King Yingjun, the doctor said, the wound cannot be exposed to the wind!"

Song Ying smiled and clicked her tongue, as if she regretted not seeing Meng Ci's buttocks.

Meng Ci gave him a hard look, and said, "You still have a smile on your face, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have to suffer like this!"

She immediately told the ins and outs of the incident, and Song Ying's face was startled, her chest trembled, but she still couldn't hold it back, and the smile on her face grew bigger and bigger.

He opened the folding fan with a snap, covering his face so as not to laugh in front of Meng Ci.

Meng Ciqi didn't hit a single word: "Song Ying, if you laugh again, I'll ask the guards to call you out, don't get in the way of me!"

Song Ying just put away the folding fan, sighed and said: "Brother Meng, why don't you tell Mrs. Hou that I gave you that thing, and even push the clothes on me, anyway, I have too many lice Not ticklish!"

Meng Ci replied sullenly: "Will your mother find out? You are doing it for my own good. I know in my heart that if I sell you, then I will be worthless."

Meng Ci is not stupid.

Song Ying invited her to go to Hongxiu Zhao by herself, and she went very early, obviously because she wanted to avoid other people.

This is to take care of Meng Ci's self-esteem. She is afraid that if there are too many people, she will feel humiliated, and also afraid that Meng Ci will be embarrassed if she meets acquaintances.Not to mention that he had to deal with Nan Ge, Shen Yi and Murong Feng several times afterwards.

Don't look at Song Ying's smiling, carefree appearance, but she is actually a meticulous, long-sleeved and good at dancing.

Song Ying was slightly taken aback, then smiled again.

He is a little older than Meng Ci, and will soon be twenty, but probably because he smiles a lot, there are two thin wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

These wrinkles not only do not make people feel that he is old, but also add a kind of charm that his peers do not have.

There was a smile in his eyes, and he shook his head helplessly: "Brother Meng, brother Meng, you really did something wrong this time. So what if you confessed me, it was nothing more than a beating. I'm used to it. As for my reputation, it's already like this, and I'm afraid it won't get any worse!"

Meng Ci rolled his eyes: "If I knew this, I would have said your name!"

Song Ying picked up the tea on the coffee table, lifted the lid, brushed off the floating powder on it, took a sip, and a glimmer of light appeared in her eyes: "But brother Meng, you seem to be a different person now!"

Meng Ci frowned.

"What's the difference?"

"You used to be a dunfang son, it's too pretentious and hypocritical, it's better as it is now!" Song Ying put down the teacup in her hand, stood up and walked to the window.

The chrysanthemums outside the window are blooming very well, with a faint fragrance floating around.

He leaned out, picked a green chrysanthemum that was just in bloom, turned around and inserted it between Xiaolu's temples, and smiled: "You must be happy when you are happy in life, and you must be happy when you bloom. Brother Meng, be a man , should not be disturbed by common names in the world, what do you want those vain names for? So what about eternity, when the time comes, there will be a pile of loess, no matter how good the reputation is, it will be useless!"

Xiaolu blushed and wanted to take off the chrysanthemum on her head.

Song Ying stretched out her hand to press it back, and said with a smile: "Your name is Xiaolu, this is the green chrysanthemum, which suits you best, why do you want to take it off, I see you wearing this green chrysanthemum, but the chrysanthemum complements the human face !"

puff……

Meng Ci almost spit.

Human face chrysanthemum...

Is the chrysanthemum growing on the face, or the face is growing on the chrysanthemum.

Forget it, this Song Ying looks like she is not doing her job properly, but she is actually transparent.

The thing has already happened, and it is useless to complain, she waved her hand: "Okay, okay, go to other places to spread your charm, don't come to harm my maidservant!"

Song Ying knew that she was recuperating from illness, so she didn't want to bother her too much, she immediately stood up: "Since brother Shen took that thing last time, I'll give you another set someday?"

Meng Ci was horrified, and shook his head again and again: "No, no, no, you'd better keep such a good thing for yourself!"

Song Ying raised her chin proudly and confidently: "I don't need these things! Since Brother Meng doesn't like it, I won't force it. Brother Meng takes good care of his illness. When he recovers, we can play happily together again!"

Hurry up, or Xiaolu will turn into Xiaohong.

Xiaolu sent Song Ying away, and there was a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth when she turned her head.

Meng Ci beat her: "Song Ying is not a bad person, but she is definitely not someone who can be entrusted to her for life!"

Xiaolu touched the green chrysanthemum on the top of her head, and smiled calmly: "Don't worry, young master, this servant knows it well. Didn't the young master say before that Qi Dafei is not me! But being given flowers by a young master like King Yingjun, this servant is still happy !"

Meng Ci was a little surprised.

The original owner was not entirely worthless, he even taught two maidservants, Qi Dafei.

Song Ying walked out of the South Wing with unrestrained steps, and saw Shen Yi sitting on a stone bench drinking tea in the courtyard of the North Wing with sharp eyes.

He said that he was bathed in silk, satin and plain clothes under the bright sunlight, and his complexion was cold and white, like cold jade dug out of a deep pool for thousands of years. Such ice-carved jade seemed to be carefully held in the palm of his hand so as not to shatter.

Song Ying didn't witness it with her own eyes that day, so it was extremely difficult to connect the person in front of her with the person who easily opened the five-stone bow in the archery range that day.

Just as he was engrossed in watching, Shen Yi turned his eyes to look at him.

Song Ying smiled casually, spread out the folding fan in her hand, and stepped forward gracefully: "Brother Shen is so excited!"

There was a faint smile on the corner of Shen Yi's lips, and he made a gesture of invitation.

Song Ying sat down, and Shen Yi poured him a cup of tea with his own hands.

Song Ying has always been fond of women, not only for women, but also for good-looking men.

He put down the folding fan, picked up the bone china teacup, took a sip, and exclaimed, "Good tea!"

After drinking a cup of tea, the smile lines on the corners of Shen Yi's mouth deepened by two points, and he stood up: "No!"

Song Ying? ? ?

He was going to chat a few words to get in touch with each other, so he drove him away?

Fortunately, Song Ying was thick-skinned, she stood up without incident, and cupped her hands: "Thank you Brother Shen for the good tea, Song will leave first, and we will drink and have fun with Brother Shen in the future!"

When walking to the door of the North Wing, Shen Yi's indifferent voice came from behind: "Song Ying, pay attention to your health these few days!"

Song Ying? ?
He is in excellent health and tastes delicious, so what should we pay attention to.

But he didn't know what kind of tea that cup was just now, and he didn't taste it for a while, how strange!

Meng Ci was lying on the bed wriggling constantly, when the bead curtain was suddenly lifted up and made a tinkling sound.

As if she had received amnesty, she hurriedly said: "Xiaocha, come quickly and help me scratch my back, it's so itchy!"

(End of this chapter)