Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 131 The Third Night of the Tiancheng Banquet (1)
Song Wanzhi put down the pen and paper, put away the inkstone, then turned off the lights, and went back to her room.

Xiaoye and Yue Xiaoxing were still sleeping, with the sound of breathing one after another.

Seeing that the time was almost up, she walked to the window, gently unlocked it, and then pushed open a small slit.

And when she opened the small slit, she saw Lian Xuan standing outside. Those eyes were as cold as a pool of cold, but who could see the passionate flame in those eyes.

Because it is too strong and easy to hurt people, it has to be frozen.

Song Wanzhi looked at the drops of water dripping from her hair, and suddenly felt warm in her heart. How long has this girl been here?

She took out the veil from her hand and handed it over: "Wipe. Go to sleep."

"No, isn't it dangerous?" The girl said stiffly.

Song Wanzhi nodded: "Not anymore, Axuan."

After hearing Song Wanzhi's words, Lianxuan took Song Wanzhi's handkerchief, then turned and left.

Because I promised to protect you, I will always stick to it.

Song Wanzhi smiled slightly and looked at the sky. Today, you can take a good rest.

Day had not yet broken.

Before dawn, a carriage stopped thousands of miles away, and Song Yan stood there, waiting all night.

However, he still waited patiently, even happily, because he was waiting for Song Qiuxin.

Song Qiuxin has been practicing in Xiaoming Peak for nearly a year.

This time when I go back this time, I will probably get engaged to the Crown Prince of the current dynasty. These two young geniuses will definitely become a good story in the entire Chen Kingdom. Pass through the Brightness Realm before the age of one.

In this way, he can successfully become the head of the country.

As for Song Wanzhi, that girl... is just an ordinary person.

But at this time, the news of the Tiancheng Banquet had not yet reached his ears.

At this time, the mountain gate of Xiaoming Peak was gently pushed open.

A young girl dressed as a nun in a green shirt came out.

Song Yan immediately put up a smiling face, clasped his hands together and asked, "Little master, my Qiuxin..."

The little nun was very polite: "Prime Minister Song, I'm afraid you have to wait a little longer. Senior sister Qiu Xin has not left the customs, so I'm afraid you have to wait another three days."

Song Yan was a little hesitant, but when he thought about it, what could be more important than the baby girl in front of him?
So he smiled hastily: "It's okay, it's okay, little master, let's go."

The little nun bowed slightly, then turned and entered the mountain gate.

Song Yan sighed inwardly, and finally waited there.

Three days, three days to go back to the Tiancheng Banquet, the heat is gone, and I don't know what kind of grand event this year's Tiancheng Banquet will be.

However, some people didn't pay attention to the grand occasion of the Tiancheng Banquet.

At the high pavilion, there is a blue shirt standing outside Yulanggan, it is a kind of empty blue, even the most extreme language in this world can't describe it, but what is even more indescribable is that this man is more calm than the sky face.

A piece of clothing without any decoration, only a black pearl was used to seal the neckline and cuffs. Standing there, he seemed to suppress the scorching red plums that were ten miles away from the attic.

And behind him, the beautiful girl lowered her head, and the corner of her eyes only dared to fall on his boots made of deer skin. If anyone knew this girl, they would be surprised at how much she respected the man in front of her, because Everyone knew that this girl's identity could almost prevent her from bending over to anyone.

(End of this chapter)