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

Chapter 49
Song Wanzhi stopped, Xiaoye looked at Song Wanzhi, scratched her hair: "Hey, sister, what's wrong?"

Song Wanzhi smiled and said, "Drink tea."

Xiao Ye pouted: "What's good about tea? Meat, meatballs, and pastries are the only delicious ones."

Song Wanzhi nodded her forehead: "Be careful to become fat like a pig."

Saya stuck out her tongue.

But at this time, the old lady brought down the teacup, and Song Wanzhi hurriedly took it with her hands. This time, there was no tea in the teacup, but there was a flower floating in it. From what she had seen, she didn't even know what the flower was. The small and narrow petals spread out in the tea water, as if in full bloom.

She took a sip, and it didn't have the same bitterness as before. Instead, there was a hint of sweetness. After the sweetness, an ethereal air suddenly gushed out, and she felt as if she was in a cloud, feeling lazy.

Song Wanzhi held the teacup and took a last sip, but she also felt reluctant to part with it.

She looked at the small building again, but the ivy was entwined, it was old and leisurely, and there was no one there.

Song Wanzhi was also afraid of disturbing the tea maker. The person who can cook this kind of tea is in a state of mind, and he must be over a hundred years old.

So she barely held back the desire to inquire, thanked her, and left with Xiao Ye.

On the small building, Su Mengchen looked at the little fox without closing his eyes, and whispered: "We have to wait a little longer."

Xiaobai looked up at his master speechlessly, and then ran out with a "swoosh". It had to hide in the carriage before Song Wanzhi and Xiaoye got into the carriage.

Just as Xiao Bai jumped into the carriage, Song Wanzhi and Xiao Ye came.

When they got into the carriage, Xiao Bai jumped out from under the blanket, and then jumped into Song Wanzhi's arms to curl up, warm and fragrant.

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After dealing with Xie Jin's matter, Song Wanzhi's life returned to calm again, and after taking a bath at Tianhe Academy, Song Wanzhi and Xiao Ye went to Tianhe Academy together.Song Yan has already helped Song Wanzhi arrange everything.

In Dachen, the children of officials and wealthy families would study or practice martial arts before.In this land, practicing martial arts is not just about practicing martial arts, but a transformation in all aspects. Practicing martial arts has opened up the spiritual aperture, and reading books can also be remembered with a photographic memory. , Even the mysteries between heaven and earth can be peeped.However, it seems miraculous, but there are not many people with this blood and talent.

Before dawn in the morning, lights were lit on both sides of the stone steps of Tianhe Academy. Although it wasn't snowing, it was very foggy, and all the people coming and going were Tianhe students.

Song Wanzhi and Xiao Ye also wore the student uniforms of Tianhe Academy, with a white base and blue trim.

Although everyone is wearing uniform attire, you can still clearly see the difference between the students of the School of Arts and the School of Martial Arts. The students of the School of Martial Arts are particularly outstanding at first glance, and they are far superior to ordinary students in terms of appearance and posture. Obviously It is due to the blood vessels and the changes after washing the muscles and bones.And the students of the Academy of Arts are far from that kind of charm.Moreover, most of the students from the Academy of Martial arts came on horseback, full of energy, while the students from the Academy of Arts came in carriages, each more luxurious than the other, and each more servant than the other.

Xiao Ye's eyes were looking around, and her ears were filled with various sounds from the carriage behind.

"Mommy, help me tie my clothes."

"Quick! Miss, let me put on your shoes for you."

"Master, you haven't eaten the bird's nest porridge prepared by your wife..."

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The noisy voices came to Xiao Ye's ears wave after wave, she sighed in her heart, it really is a group of ladies and young masters who fight for their parents and mothers.Then she looked at the old spliced ​​umbrella in Song Wanzhi's hand: they all had to carry their own umbrellas.

(End of this chapter)