The original dark and cold color on Hu Feng's face gradually softened in the warm pot. Especially when he saw Song Lang's full of upset, he was even happier, and the things he ate in his mouth, even the greens, felt that the taste was really wonderful.
The waiter brought the bowls and chopsticks, Song Lang immediately fished all the contents of the pot into his bowl, and ate with his head, no longer looking at the deliberate affection of the two.
A meal ended in such a weird atmosphere. When the things on the table were removed, Song Lang just returned to his former indifferent, raised his eyebrows and looked at Hu Feng: "People have seen it too, you should go now. "
Hu Feng shook his head: "Don't go."
Song Lang was about to get angry. Bai Zhi was afraid that this would mess up the medicine pool, so he hurriedly finished the game. "A Feng, you can't help much if you stay. Why don't you go back first and come back tomorrow. Remember to give it to me." Bring a few patients who have had episodes.” In the prisons of the Ministry of Justice and the Kyoto Prefecture, now I don’t know how many such crazy patients are locked up, so I will bring a few here to try the medicine.
Seeing her like this, Hu Feng felt reluctant in his heart, but couldn't bear to embarrass her. Moreover, after this meal, he seemed to have a new understanding of Song Lang.
This Song Lang is not the kind of heinous person.
Take this place to eat as an example. He can choose the study room, which proves that he has thought about it.
In ordinary houses, only the study room and the warm bedroom will burn the dragon, but the dining room generally does not.
In this kind of weather, meals are usually served in the warm pavilion, not in the dining room.
Song Lang set up the dining table in the study, not allowing Zhi'er to stay cold, nor to let her lose her reputation by eating this meal.
He finally got up and said to Song Lang with a calm expression on his face: "Song Son, Zhi'er's safety is up to you. If she misses a little bit, I won't let you go."
Song Lang shrugged, did not answer, only a pair of eyes were smiling.
When Hu Feng left, only Song Lang and Bai Zhi were left in the study.
Song Langshen glanced at her, got up and said, "I have asked someone to prepare a guest room for you. Let's rest earlier."
Bai Zhi hurriedly got up and asked Song Lang, "How about the medicine pool? Can I test it tomorrow?"
Song Lang nodded and looked outside the room. The dark night and the cold wind, but his body was warm, from the inside out.
"Yes, don't worry!" After that, he turned and left.
Bai Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, and I don't know if it was because he was gone or because the medicine pool would be able to try it tomorrow. In short, I felt much more relieved.
The girl came in and blessed Bai Zhi: "Miss Bai, please go with the slave to the guest room."
Bai Zhi turned around and took the Webster's secret book on the table, and said to the girl: "Can I take this book to see?"
The girl didn't raise her head, she lowered her eyes and said: "Whatever you do, the son said, the book here, the lady can read at will."
The girl’s words are sour and sour. On weekdays, the son will not let people enter his study, let alone let people read and eat in his study casually. . .
On the way to the wing, Bai Zhi followed the girl and walked in silence.
She thought that this silence would last forever.
But who knows, the girl walking in front suddenly stopped and turned to look at Bai Zhi.
The girl held a lantern in her hand. The lantern was originally laid down so that it was easy to see the path under her feet.
But at this time, she raised the lantern high, and the dim light from bottom to top illuminated her expressionless face, which was a little frightening.
Bai Zhi frowned, looking at the girl's eyes, it seemed not normal, there was still the respect that looked at her in the daytime, as if she wanted to eat people.