The door opened with a creaking sound, and a middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe with dark patterns and floral patterns came out. When he saw Yuan Qiu, he smiled happily and said, "This must be Doctor Xia. My master has been waiting for you for a long time." ”
Xia Yuanqiu raised his head and looked at the sky. It was only a quarter of the hour. According to modern calculations, it was only after seven o'clock. How long had Song Ning been waiting? Doesn't he even need to sleep in the morning
"Please lead the way!" She nodded slightly and said to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man turned aside to invite Yuan Qiu and Xing Ying in. Then he stepped back and closed the door tightly again.
The Song residence looks luxurious and grand on the outside, but the courtyard is so approachable. Except for a stone table and a few stone benches, there are not even saplings in the courtyard, let alone flowers and plants.
After passing through the empty front hall, walking through the zigzag corridor, we came to a courtyard. It was called a courtyard, but it was just a pavilion built on a piece of green grass.
Just imagine, on a green space as big as a football field, there sits a beautiful octagonal pavilion. The style of the painting is not to mention how strange it is.
Song Ning is still dressed in Tsing Yi, and I have to say that he looks good in Tsing Yi, perfectly transforming ordinary blue into a gorgeous look.
He sat leisurely in the pavilion, elegantly sipping the hot tea with white mist rising from the table, his legs covered with thick soft fur material.
"Mr. Song is in such a good mood!"
Song Ning turned around, and his dark eyes ran into her clear blue eyes. The clear water in her eyes was calm and without ripples.
"Thanks to you." He curled his lips and smiled coldly.
She stepped into the pavilion, sat down on the stone bench opposite him, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Oh? How do you say this?"
He pursed his lips, took out a cup from the tea tray between the tables, picked up the steaming iron kettle beside the table, and poured a cup of hot tea for her. His blue sleeves slid across the stone table, making a pleasant rustling sound.
"I originally had a hard time sleeping every day in order to refine Wuji Incense, but now, I don't have any trivial matters at all, and I finally have half a day of leisure. Isn't it all thanks to you?"
Yuan Qiu curled his lips, and a smile appeared in his calm eyes: "So, you really should thank me!"
She reached out and grabbed his wrist, gently clasped her fingers on his veins, and listened carefully.
The middle-aged man who led her here had strange eyes. When did his master become so approachable? Even though he has served his master for many years, he has never touched his master's finger. The master never lets anyone touch him. This seems to have become an iron rule in the Song Mansion. No one is allowed to come closer within one foot of the master's body -
But the young girl in front of her could easily grab her master's hand, and the master didn't even have the slightest intention of resisting.
Yuan Qiu's originally relaxed eyebrows slowly wrinkled: "The cold poison of yours has penetrated deep into your bone marrow. It will definitely be excruciating pain when it attacks. Fortunately, you can persist until now." There was a hint of compassion in her words.
Song Ning smiled lightly, looking at the beautiful girl in front of her, her calm heart rippled again: "Do you treat everyone like this?" He couldn't help but ask.
Yuan Qiu was puzzled: "How?"
"Knowing that I am a villain, you still worry about my treatment. Do you do this to all villains?"
Yuan Qiu shook his head: "I am not the Holy Mother, and I will not lend a helping hand to all evil people. Furthermore, in my eyes, you are not a heinous person. I believe that you must have your own reasons for doing all this. Now you You have already stopped, which further shows that you are pure and kind-hearted. When a prodigal returns, he will never be replaced by gold! Isn’t that right?”