Fast Transmigration: Save Him

Ling Xiaoyun has long heard about the character of the early Song Dynasty. These days, many matchmakers invited by famous ladies are turned away. If she starts from Qing Jiu, won't she get twice the result with half the effort?

She saw that Qing Jiu didn't mean to be bored with her, so she sat opposite Qing Jiu and ordered the second child to bring some candied fruit. She thought that the little girl had just woken up yesterday, and she should have never eaten it.

Sure enough, when the candied fruit came up, Qing Jiu's eyes were straight, but because of Ling Xiaoyun's presence, he was too embarrassed to eat, so he had to drink tea all the time.

"Qing Jiu, I ordered it specially for you. I heard that you have been bedridden for a long time, and the medicine you take is bitter, right? These dishes of preserves are the best. Try them Ling Xiaoyun pushes the dish to Qing Jiu and looks at her lovingly.

Qing Jiu didn't want to be polite when she said that. Three times five divided by two, all the preserves were eaten. I have to say, they were really delicious.

She looked at Ling Xiaoyun with a little inquiry in her eyes, and felt that if she married her fourth uncle, it would not be bad.

"Qing Jiu, I don't know if it's convenient for you to take me to see your fourth uncle? It's said that he learned to be rich. I want to ask him some questions. " Ling Xiaoyun see Qing nine eat happy, push the boat, while the iron is hot, said the matter.

"Sister Xiaoyun, it's better to invite you to have dinner at home at noon, and Wen Ping, you too." Qing Jiu took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth and looked at the two cousins sitting opposite.

When Ling Xiaoyun heard this, he was naturally happy and praised her; Wen Ping nodded, looking at Qing Jiu's eyes also a little more different.

At lunch time, Qing Jiu took the two of them back to song Fu.

Song Lin and song Chu had been waiting at the table for a while, and almost sent someone to get Qing Jiu back.

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, seeing that Qing Jiu had brought two people back, he frowned slightly, pointed to the chair beside him and said to him, "Qing Jiu, come and sit down."

Qing nine Leng for a moment, thought today in the end is blowing what kind of evil wind ah? When did she get so close to the fourth uncle?

"Fourth uncle, this is my friend, Wenping, you should know; And this one, sister Xiaoyun, is Wen Ping's cousin. She just came to town recently. I'll bring them back for dinner today. You won't mind Qing Jiu said, let Wen Ping and Ling Xiaoyun sit down, he is obediently sitting to the side of the early Song Dynasty.

After all, the early Song Dynasty was not the head of the family. Who came here to eat depends on the meaning of song Lin.

The Song family and the Wen family have always been good friends. Besides, Song Lin heard of Ling Xiaoyun a few days ago and knew her a little bit. Today, he was surprised to see a real person. He looked at the early Song Dynasty and Ling Xiaoyun, and thought that they were a perfect match.

"Ping'er, do you still need to say hello when you come here for dinner? As for Miss Ling, I've heard your name, saying that you are a rare talented woman. Today, I see you. It's really extraordinary. Zhan Ming, go and get two sets of chopsticks. " Song Lin was quite satisfied with Ling Xiaoyun, and nodded his head in praise.

The early Song Dynasty saw all this in his eyes. His elder brother cared about his marriage, but Ling Xiaoyun

After dinner, Song Lin directly left Ling Xiaoyun in the house. After all, Ling Xiaoyun's parents also stayed in the Wen family, and Song Lin also made it clear that he would try his best to promote the marriage.

However, where Ling Xiaoyun lives has become a problem.

Song Lin wants her to live closer to the early Song Dynasty, which is also convenient to cultivate feelings, but the room in the early Song Dynasty is next to Qing Jiu's room, separated by a small study.

If you let Ling Xiaoyun stay in the guest room, it's too far away.

"Qing Jiu, why don't you move to the guest room to sleep?" Song Lin asked in a low voice, looking embarrassed.

Before Qing Jiu could answer, he heard song Chu around him say, "Miss Ling is a guest of our song house. It's good to stay in the guest room. There are servants cleaning those guest rooms every day. Miss Ling can choose one at will. If I live too close to Miss Ling, I'm afraid I'll ruin her reputation. " With a sullen look in his eyes, he got up and left.

"Then listen to the fourth master. Master song is so worried." Ling Xiaoyun said with a smile, but he was not angry at all, still elegant and calm.

Song Lin nods awkwardly and orders his servants to take Ling Xiaoyun to see the room.

After dinner, the conversation was a bit of a bad break-up, which made Qing Jiu not interested in going out again. He hurriedly sent Wen Ping home and went to the small study alone.

On weekdays, she is the only one in this small study. She doesn't come here to study. She just has a look at the picture books and anecdotes collected here. She never touches the ink.

As usual, Qing Jiu opened the door, only to see her fourth uncle standing in front of the desk in the middle of the small library, writing and drawing on the paper with her slender fingers holding a pen.

Qing nine heart secretly cry bad, turn to want to leave.

"Come here, don't close the door." At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he didn't lift his head. He just put the pen aside, and his vision still fell on the painting on the table.

Qing Jiu closed her eyes and walked slowly to the early Song Dynasty with the appearance of "going to death generously", glancing at the paintings on the table at random.

Why? Qing Jiu's attention was immediately attracted, this painting is a woman, look at her figure, must be a peerless beauty, but strange is, she has no face!

"How do I draw?" At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he picked up his seal from the side, printed it at the signing place and looked at Xiang Qingjiu.

"The fourth uncle's painting is certainly good, but why doesn't the woman have a face?" Qing Jiu answered truthfully, because she had a hunch that if she lied, the early Song Dynasty would find out.

"Not yet." At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he picked up his eyebrow, put the painting aside, spread out a new piece of paper, took up a pen and handed it to Qing Jiu, "write a few for me."

What? Qing Jiu swallowed his saliva and looked at the beginning of Song Dynasty with some embarrassment. After seeing his serious eyes, he had to take over the pen with a stiff head. After thinking for a long time, he finally wrote "Song Qing Jiu" on the paper.

In fact, Qing Jiu is not illiterate, nor can she write, but she never practices writing, so most of the words she writes are similar to the paws of the rooster in her backyard.

Sure enough, when she finished writing three words, looking at the beginning of Song Dynasty, she saw that his thick eyebrows were about to knot, and the expression on her face was a little strange.

"My daughter's family should write better." Song Chu sighed, his right hand from behind Qing Jiu around the past, holding her hand holding a pen, hands teach her to write.

His strong chest was close to her back. The breath he exhaled slipped from her ear and face. A blush crept up Qingjiu's cheek.

Qing Jiu looked up at the beginning of the Song Dynasty, only to see his jaw line, and the slightly trembling Adam's apple

Stop! Song Qingjiu, you can see clearly that he is your fourth uncle. No matter how good he looks, you should restrain yourself!

Qing Jiu shakes her head and decides to practice calligraphy without any distractions. The blush on her face is almost gone.

"Write down these first, and I'll check them later." Song Chusong opened his hand, stepped back a few steps, turned around and picked up the Guqin at the back, went to the small table next to him and put it on.

This Guqin was brought back by him, but he hasn't touched it for some time. I don't know if his skills are unfamiliar.

His hands gently brushed the strings, then his index finger hooked, and the rest of his fingers played naturally.

It was the first time that Qing Jiu heard the piano playing in the early Song Dynasty. She couldn't help looking at him. Although she could only see one side face from her point of view, she was still in her prime.

That Qin sound seems to have a kind of calming power. Qing Jiu won't be so impatient to practice his words.

At the end of the song, the early Song Dynasty took a look at Qing Jiu, and saw that she was quite attentive. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, her hands were on the strings, and she continued to play another song.

After looking at her room and moving her things over, Ling Xiaoyun strolled around the song mansion. It was said that the room in the early Song Dynasty was in the East, so she came here alone to have a look.

Just after crossing the bridge on the lake, she heard the melodious sound of Qin. She followed the sound and saw Qing Jiu writing at her desk and the early Song Dynasty playing on the piano.

She suddenly felt that there was an inexplicable sense of harmony between the two people in front of her, just like an old husband and wife.

Ling Xiaoyun is frightened by her own idea. These two people are Uncle nephew relationship, and for the early Song Dynasty, she is determined to win.

She was born well and talented in junior high school. Most men couldn't get into her eyes, so she didn't get married until she was 20 years old. When she saw the early Song Dynasty, she felt that only such a man was worthy of her and was worthy of her marriage.

Ling Xiaoyun stood outside the door listening for a long time. When the Song Dynasty finished playing, he raised his hand and clapped.

"The sound of the fourth master's piano is really beautiful. Xiaoyun is absorbed in it. If you have any offence, please forgive me." Ling Xiaoyun put his hands on his side and saluted.

"Miss Ling, come in and have a seat." In the early Song Dynasty, he put the Qin aside and said lightly.

Although Ling Xiaoyun was not happy with the cold attitude of the early Song Dynasty, he was relieved to think that his temperament was like this.

Ling Xiaoyun came in and went straight to the table and looked at the words written by Qing Jiu.

Qing nine see Ling Xiaoyun came, suddenly a little embarrassed, pen a meal, dizzy open a piece of ink.

"Sister Xiaoyun, I'll make you laugh. I can't write very well." Qing Jiu scratched his head awkwardly, regretting for the first time why he didn't practice calligraphy well before.

Ling Xiaoyun took a pen from the side and reminded Qing Jiu what to pay attention to while writing.

The tip of her pen moved, and the three words "Song Qing Jiu" appeared on the paper. Different from the early Song Dynasty, her words showed the gentle and beautiful atmosphere of her little daughter's family.

Now, Qing Jiu feels that Ling Xiaoyun and her fourth uncle are a good match.

"Fourth uncle, come and see. Sister Xiaoyun writes very well." Qing Jiuchao waved his hand in the early Song Dynasty and said with a smile.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he didn't want to disturb Qing Jiu's good mood, so he slowly went to the table, looked down at the words and nodded in praise, "Miss Ling really deserves her reputation."

Ling Xiaoyun heard the praise of the early Song Dynasty, his face turned red, and he bowed his head in shame.

"Fourth uncle and sister Xiaoyun are a perfect couple." Qing Jiu looks at the beginning of the Song Dynasty and Ling Xiaoyun. He can't help blurting out.

"No nonsense!" At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, the low voice could not hide the anger.