Fast Transmigration: Save Him

The first time Qing Jiu saw song Chu Sheng so angry, she thought that such a gentle person would not be angry.

"Fourth master, Qing Jiu is still young and has no way of speaking. Don't blame her." Seeing this, Ling Xiaoyun quickly helps to make things right.

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he also realized that he was a bit impolite. After a long time, he slowly said, "don't say anything like this again. If you destroy Miss Ling's reputation, can you afford it?" With that, he frowned and walked out of the small study.

Qing Jiu is quite aggrieved. It turns out that the fourth uncle is so fierce for her, just for the sake of Ling Xiaoyun's reputation. Before he becomes a family, does the fourth uncle already protect her?

Ling Xiaoyun stood beside her, feeling a little warm. It seems that the early Song Dynasty had no feelings for her.

"Qing Jiu, keep practicing. I'll go back to my room and have a rest." Ling Xiaoyun pats Qing Jiu's hand and leaves the small study happily.

Where does Qing Jiu feel like practicing calligraphy? He just throws his pen away, collapses on the chair, stares at the words written by Ling Xiaoyun on the paper, and feels more and more uncomfortable.

But look at her fourth uncle's attitude, maybe Ling Xiaoyun will be her fourth aunt.

"Fangyu! Fangyu Qing nine pulled a voice to call a few, a long time Fang Yu just gasped heavily to run in.

"What's the matter, young lady?" Fang Yu stood beside Qing Jiu, stroked her little hand in front of her chest, calmed her breath, and her face was red.

Qing Jiu pursed her lips, sat up straight and looked out the door. Then she whispered, "do you see where my fourth uncle is?"

"Fourth master? Just now the fourth master wanted to go back to his room. As a result, Miss Ling said she had something to ask for advice, so they went to the garden next to him. " Fang Yu replied truthfully.

"That's great, so I can have a rest first. The two of them are expected to talk for a long time." Qing nine hook lip smile, continue to collapse in the chair.

Fangyu rolled her eyes. She thought that the young lady had changed. It seems that the young lady is still the original one. Yesterday must be her illusion.

When Fangyu went out, Qing Jiu sat up straight again, picked up her pen, and wrote on the paper. It was strange to say that she would never write on the chair before. However, looking at the words written by Ling Xiaoyun on the paper, she felt uncomfortable. She felt that she was holding her breath and must win her!

"Miss Ben has never been afraid of anything, just a few words, I can't write you well?" Qing Jiu narrowed his eyes and devoted himself to writing. Every stroke imitated the early Song Dynasty.

If she wants to write masculine, she won't write Ling Xiaoyun's delicate daughter.

This practice, until the sun sets, Fangyu asked her to go to dinner, Qing Jiu just stopped writing.

Looking at the handwriting on the paper which is almost the same as that in the early Song Dynasty, Qing Jiu puts down her pen with satisfaction and goes to dinner with pride.

Go to the table, Qing nine just found his position was Ling Xiaoyun to occupy!

Now she has only two choices, either next to Ling Xiaoyun or next to her father.

But when they saw her coming, they didn't speak. They just showed her to sit down and eat.

Qing Jiu bit his lip, sat beside Song Lin, picked up his chopsticks and poked the rice in the bowl. The sound was not loud, but it still made song Chu frown.

"Who made our first lady angry again?" Song Lin said with a smile, picked up chopsticks and put a rib into Qing Jiu's bowl.

"Myself!" Qing Jiu bowed his head and murmured back. He stuffed the ribs into his mouth like venting his anger, and the bones were creaking.

"If you are hurt by Qi, you will recover from the illness. You should control your mood." In the early Song Dynasty, he said lightly that he put a piece of green vegetables into Qing Jiu's bowl and a piece of fish into Ling Xiaoyun's bowl.

Qing Jiu was very happy at first. As a result, he saw that the early Song Dynasty only treated him equally. His good mood disappeared in an instant. After taking a few bites absently, he went back to his room on the pretext of discomfort.

"Miss, miss, you have just finished your meal. Please walk slowly!" Fangyu trots behind Qing Jiu. She doesn't know why she's angry. She's fine just now.

In anger, Qing Jiu strides into the room, shouts "close the door", sits on the chair, picks up the cup and puts it on the table.

"Miss." Fang Yu closed the door and knelt down in front of Qing Jiu. She bowed her head and did not dare to speak; It was the first time that she saw Qing Jiu so angry.

"What are you kneeling for? Get up! I ask you, what do you think of Ling Xiaoyun? " Qing Jiu asked harshly.

"Miss Ling is beautiful and talented. She is a good match for the fourth master!" Fang Yu stood up slowly and answered carefully.

"What else?" Qing nine pick eyebrow, the facial expression on the face has no change, but put the right hand on the table but hold tightly.

"Fangyu doesn't know, neither does she." Fangyu noticed Qing Jiu's hand and didn't dare to say any more.

Qing Jiu dropped her eyes, looked at her clothes, stood up again, went to the mirror, looked at her whole body, and finally pinched her face.

"Fangyu, you say, I and Ling Xiaoyun, who is beautiful?" Qing Jiu looks at Fang Yu, and her fierce eyes shake her body.

Fangyu's little face is going to be wrinkled together. How can she answer that? It seems that Qing Jiu doesn't like Ling Xiaoyun, but if she doesn't tell the truth, isn't she more angry?

"Forget it, you don't have to say it. I know." Qing Jiu fidgetily waved his hand and sat down on the chair.

"What's the matter with you today, miss? If I didn't know the relationship between the fourth master and you, I would think you were jealous? " Fangyu saw that Qing Jiu's spirit had gone away, and she spoke boldly.

be jealous? Qing Jiu frowned and hesitated: "you, tell me, how can I feel jealous?"

"As for Miss Ling, the master wants to introduce her to the fourth master. Her appearance and talent are top-notch. When you asked me just now, I just compared myself with Miss Ling? And in the afternoon, you seem to have practiced all afternoon because of Miss Ling's words, right? Besides, when you eat, Miss Ling is sitting next to the fourth master. You are not happy. " Fangyu usually looks like a heartless little girl. She didn't expect that Qing Jiu's mood and action were all noticed by her.

Qing Jiu was surprised, and then denied, "no, these are not right. He is my fourth uncle, he is my father's brother, these are not right!" She shook her head hard and kept saying "no".

"It's not right, so miss, you may be too competitive." Fang Yu didn't think that Qing Jiu had any different feelings towards the early Song Dynasty, so the analysis just now was just a casual one.

"Go and have a rest. I'm going to sleep, too." Qing Jiu waved her hand and turned to walk into the inner room.

"Miss, haven't I stayed here to serve you all the time?" Fang Yu asked suspiciously.

"No, you'll go back to your room later and I'll sleep by myself." Qing Jiu said in a low voice. Sitting on the bed, she was relieved to hear the sound of Fangyu closing the door.

She and four uncles meet only a few days, how can she have such a dirty mind?

Is it true that she has been ill for too long and her brain is not working well?

"Oh! Song Qingjiu! You should be sober. This is your fourth uncle. No matter how much you like a beautiful man, you can't think of him! " She patted herself on the head and lay sprawled on the bed.

At the same time, after the early Song finished eating, he chatted with Song Lin casually before returning to his room.

Before he entered the room, he took a special look at Qing Jiu's room. It was still on. He probably didn't sleep. Maybe he was reading the notebook.

He opened the door and went in.

He went straight to the table, spread out a new piece of paper, picked up the brush, a few strokes to outline a young girl, still did not draw face, but there is a difference.

The woman in this painting does not wear a jade bracelet on her wrist.

He slowly finished the details of the painting, and then stood at the table, quietly waiting for the ink to dry out.

"This life, only you and me." He whispered, looking at the woman in the picture almost obsessively.

"Help! Help

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he frowned, and the subtle voice came from Qing Jiu's room.

He quickly threw down his pen and ran into Qing Jiu's room. He saw that her eyes were closed, her head was sweating, and her mouth was still saying "help".

It turned out to be a nightmare.

Song Chu was relieved, sat by the bed, took out a handkerchief and gently helped Qing Jiu wipe away her sweat, then patted her shoulder with one hand.

Qing Jiu is still frowning, two hands up, seems to grasp something, early Song quickly reached out to hold her hand, thinking what kind of nightmare scared her like this.

"Qing Jiu, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here, you don't have to be afraid of anything." The early Song Dynasty whispered, as if to coax a child, that pair of peach blossom eyes tender as water.

Qing Jiu's mood gradually stabilized, but he still held the hand of the early Song Dynasty with two hands, and didn't mean to let go at all.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he felt that it was not polite for him to share a room with Qing Jiu in the middle of the night, but after several attempts, Qing Jiu would shout as soon as he wanted to pull out his hand.

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he tried everything. At last, he made himself covered with sweat. He just leaned on the bed and let her hold it. He would close his eyes and squint for a while.

The next morning.

Qing Jiu felt that she had a good night's sleep. She opened her eyes with satisfaction and saw the hand she held together with a person.

She blinked to make sure that she was not dreaming. Then she moved her eyes up slowly, white clothes and the evil face.

Fourth uncle?

Surprised, Qing Jiu quickly released his hand, pushed it to the corner of the bed, lifted the quilt and looked at his clothes. Then he looked at the neat appearance of his clothes in the early Song Dynasty.

"Awake?" At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he frowned and opened his eyes. Seeing that Qing Jiu was bullied, he couldn't help laughing.

"Why is fourth uncle here?" Qing Jiu put himself in the quilt and asked in a low voice.

"You had nightmares last night, so I came to have a look. Who knows you, a little girl, hold my hand and won't let me go. I have to make do with it all night." At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he stood up, twisted his neck, stretched his waist, and said wearily.

How dare she hold the fourth uncle's hand and sleep all night?

Qing Jiu wants to strangle herself last night. Just as she wants to get out of bed, she hears Fangyu's voice outside the door.

"Miss, I'll wait for you to wash your clothes. Besides, Miss Ling is here. She says she has brought some good rouge. I want to give you a try."

"Wait a minute!" Qing Jiu yelled, you don't have to look in the mirror to know how wonderful the expression on her face is, but why is her fourth uncle so calm?

"Fourth uncle, would you like to go through the window?" Qing Jiu pointed to the back window with a smile.

"No, I'd better go out through the door." At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he turned and walked towards the door. The smile at the corner of his mouth gradually expanded. At the moment when his finger touched the door, he regained his former appearance.

Qing nine close eyes, suddenly have a kind of shame of being caught in bed by the main room.