The little cannon fodder kept releasing melons, and people lined up to eat melons

In the carriage, Song Qianyu and Song Qianxue were competing in glaring, neither of them willing to give in. Song Qianning was also staring at Song Chengyi...

"Third brother, why are you, a grown man, squeezing into a carriage with us? Can't you see it's very crowded?"

"Where is it crowded? When the six of you masters and servants were fighting in there, I never saw you feel crowded. Besides, do you think I am willing to squeeze in with you? It was my grandmother who told me that I must keep an eye on the three of you..."

Song Qianxue asked in confusion: "Why do you think highly of us???"

Song Chengyi glanced at the three of them and said jokingly: "Why else? Of course, it's to prevent you three from taking action..."

"Then you just look at the two of them. I'm always the one who gets hurt."

"Don't give me that. You're always the one who likes to watch the fun. Anyway, I've been entrusted by my grandmother to keep a close eye on you..."

Song Qianning wrinkled her nose and said, "You'd better take care of yourself!"

Song Qianyu looked at Song Qianxue wearing the same pink as her, and smiled with great pride.

"I don't know who swore to me some time ago that he would never wear pink again? It's only been a short time now, and you're wearing it again? Are you slapping yourself in the face?"

"I asked my elder sister to wear it. Clothes are bought to be worn. It would be a waste to just leave it like this and collect dust. And I want to say something to you, can you please stop wearing pink every day? Even for just one day!"

A few days ago, when Song Qianning went to Xueluo Pavilion to find her elder sister, she saw Shuiqin and others sorting clothes. After asking, she found out that they were packing up all the pink clothes and putting them in the warehouse.

After asking the reason, Song Qianning couldn't help rolling her eyes. Why would they throw away so many beautiful clothes just because of one sentence? Look how idle these two are.

After Song Qianning's ideological education about hoeing in the hot sun and sweat dripping into the soil, Song Qianxue felt that it made sense. She shouldn't waste these clothes just because she was angry. It would be a good choice to change them occasionally.

"What do you know? Aunt Mu said I look best in pink!" Song Qianyu looked proud.

Song Chengyi looked at his second sister with a constipated face. In fact, he had long been fed up with his second sister wearing pink all day long. He almost couldn't help but persuade her to change to another color several times. If it looked good, it would be fine. The problem was that this pink dress made her look darker. He had always thought that his second sister loved pink to the point of madness, but it turned out that it was Aunt Mu who said it looked good? ? Aunt Mu must be blind? ?

Song Chengyi was a straightforward person, and he believed in speaking his mind directly: "Isn't this Aunt Mu lying to you?"

"What do you mean, Third Brother? What do you mean Aunt Mu lied to me? You mean I don't look as good as Song Qianxue in pink?"

"Uh!! That's not what I meant. I just simply think pink doesn't suit you..."

"Wow... Third brother really hates me. He always speaks in Song Qianxue's favor..."

"Second sister, when did I say I hated you? You...this..."

This is really a problem for Song Chengyi. He was talking to her peacefully, why is he crying? ?

Song Qianning patted his shoulder and told him not to speak if he didn't understand...

"Second sister, Third Brother has become visually fatigued seeing you wearing pink every day. It's just like eating. No matter how delicious the food is, if you eat it every day, you won't like it. It's good enough if you don't get sick of it. Similarly, you wear pink all the time. If we didn't know you have dozens of pink clothes, we would think you wear the same clothes for ten days or half a month without changing them. People outside who don't know the truth will mistakenly think you are not clean. Who would want to get close to you?"

"Nonsense... I didn't... I haven't changed my clothes for such a long time. I'm not a beggar." Song Qianyu was so angry that she forgot to shed tears.

Song Chengyi had no intention of comforting anyone, and continued to add: "From the style and color of your clothes, it looks like the same one to me. If I see a girl wearing the same clothes every day, I will also think that this girl is a little..."

"I didn't... I didn't... I changed, I changed..."

Song Qianyu burst into tears and hit Song Chengyi while crying, which frightened Song Chengyi so much that he dodged...

Song Qianning and Song Qianxue didn't want to get close to the idiot Third Brother. He was so sad, but he was still so merciless in his words. He deserved to be beaten.

A quarter of an hour later...

Song Qianning scratched her ears. Could this Song Qianyu be made of water? ?

"Third brother, can't you coax her into submission quickly? I'm going deaf..."

Song Chengyi collapsed in his seat, and said with a look of despair: "I have talked till my mouth is dry, but she is still crying loudly. I am powerless..."

Song Qianxue couldn't stand it any longer, so she stood up and pinched Song Qianyu's chin with one hand, and stuffed a handkerchief into her mouth with the other hand...

Song Qianxue sat back in her seat with satisfaction. Finally, there was some peace and quiet...

Pah, pah, pah! Ah! Ah! Angrily, Song Qianyu pulled the handkerchief out of her mouth and rushed towards Song Qianxue without a care. She wanted to stuff the handkerchief into Song Qianxue's mouth, but she grabbed her hands with both hands. The two of them drew circles around each other...

Song Qianning, who had foresight, immediately moved to the corner quickly. She didn't want to suffer any harm.

Song Chengyi was stunned by this sudden turn of events, and finally understood why the two would fight over a disagreement. Remembering his grandmother's warning, he hurriedly approached them and tried to separate them, but was pushed down on the wooden board by them. Before he could get up, Song Qianyu knocked Song Qianxue down, and the two of them took advantage of the situation and pressed on Song Chengyi.

"Ouch! Stop it, both of you! Get up! Get up! I'm almost suffocating from you..."

Song Qianning ate the walnut kernels, shook her head and made a few clicking sounds, thinking, "Poor third brother."

The carriage finally stopped. Hearing the noise inside the carriage, several maids roughly understood what was going on inside. Fu Yu saw that there was no sign of people getting out of the carriage, so she shouted at the top of her voice.

"Sir, three ladies, we have arrived at Kongming Temple..."

After waiting for a while, the carriage door finally opened. Song Chengyi got out and stretched out his hand to help Song Qianning down.

"Thank you, Third Brother..."

Then Song Qianxue came out, took Song Chengyi's hand and got off the carriage, and said with a smile: "Thank you, third brother..."

Song Qianyu was the last one to come out. After getting off the carriage with Song Chengyi's hand, she said in a heavy nasal voice: "Thank you, Third Brother..."

The four of them stood outside the Kongming Temple. It was very quiet and empty. Song Qianning looked around. Wasn't it said that the Kongming Temple was very popular every day, with a constant stream of people coming and going to pray for blessings? ?

"Third brother, is this what you call a strong incense?"

"I'm wondering the same thing! But I've never been here either, I just heard that there are countless people coming here every day, but now it seems that they can be counted..."

"Then should we still worship?"

Song Qianxue also felt that this temple was too quiet! There was no outsider except them.

Song Qianning felt that this was not possible, and immediately said: "Since we are here, there is no reason to not enter the door, let's go in and take a look!"

Song Chengyi nodded and agreed with his third sister's point of view. He asked Fu Yu and Gui Yu to park the carriage, and the seven of them went directly up the steps and entered Kongming Temple.

As soon as they entered, they saw a man in a white Taoist robe sitting on the stall. A few people walked over curiously, and the man in the Taoist robe asked: "Dear donors, are you interested in a calculation?"

Song Qianyu looked curious and sat down immediately. She said, "Master, can you help me calculate my marriage fate?"

The white Taoist robe smiled and said: "Okay, donor, give me your hand..."

Song Qianyu immediately did as he was told and stretched out her right hand to him. The man in the white robe looked at the lines on her palm, stroked his beard with his hand, and said profoundly: "The girl was originally a farmer's daughter, and by some strange coincidence she became a general's daughter..."

This guy is quite capable, Song Qianning thought...

When Song Qianyu heard this, she felt that this person was indeed a master, and suppressed her excitement and continued to ask: "Master, can I have a good home in the future... rich or noble?"

"He will be a very wealthy man. Although your relationship with him may have some twists and turns, he will have many children and grandchildren in the end..."

When the others saw how accurate the fortune teller in white robe was, they all gathered in front of the stall and asked to have their fortune told too...

Song Qianning rolled her eyes. She thought he was a real master, but he turned out to be a half-baked person...

I started wandering around and unknowingly walked to a century-old tree. Every branch was tied with red ribbons. The red ribbons were filled with prayers and blessings...

"I wish to hold my husband's hand and grow old together with him. I hope you will come back soon. I only hope to find a lover of my dreams. I hope your heart is like mine. Although we are not destined to be together in this life, I will never let you down in the next. There are three thousand rivers, but I will only take a sip. If you look back, I will still be here...tsk tsk tsk... These people are trapped by love. If love could be sought at will, how could there be so many infatuated men and women in this world?"

"hehe……"

"Who??? Where are they!! I just heard someone laughing, why... ah!!!"

Song Qianning walked around the tree to find the source of the laughter. She looked up and saw a man in white clothes leaning against the tree trunk. She screamed out in fright...

The man in white stood up and jumped down, his wide sleeves fluttering in the wind. The sunlight shone on his body, as if he was coated with a layer of golden light. His beautiful face in the backlight made people obsessed and intoxicated...

Song Qianning looked at the man in front of her and muttered absentmindedly: "What a beautiful man..."

"Miss Song, how are you?"

Song Qianning looked at the handsome man and greeted him in a familiar way. She was wondering when she met such a handsome man. Suddenly, a figure overlapped with him.

Song Qianning said excitedly: "You are...Han Xun???"