Spread your arms and let Qiaoyun wear clothes for him. This Song-style young master outfit is much more complicated than what is performed on TV. Just a strap is tied to two layers, which is very complicated.

"Are your lady a little more sick today?" Song Beiyun turned around and asked Qiaoyun to help him sort out his back, "You should be better."

"The lady just wants to act coquettishly, she can act coquettishly with you on weekdays." Qiaoyun swept back and forth on Song Beiyun with a wire roller: "You just let her go. If you treat the lady better, she will gradually recover."

"Yes, you think she is sick too." Song Beiyun put down his hand and picked up the hairpin from the table and handed it to Qiaoyun: "Forget it, don't care about her anymore, let her make trouble."

Qiaoyun stood on the stage and began to comb Song Beiyun's hair. When she heard this, she laughed out loud: "You, you said this, but you don't value the lady in your heart. You can hide it from others but you can't hide it from me."

"You are talking nonsense. I am definitely a good brother to your lady." Song Beiyun shook his head repeatedly: "I didn't think about anything else. If I had that idea, she should have been in confinement for a long time."

"All day, nonsense." Qiaoyun patted him and pressed his head: "Don't move, comb his hair."

"One day, I will let everyone correct the bad habit of the hair."

"You are my parents who are obeyed by your body and hair. Don't say anything about it, you're going to cause trouble." Qiaoyun pinched his waist and said, "Did you hear it?"

"I know, I know, how could I say it out?"

After combing his hair and putting it behind his head, Song Beiyun turned around in front of the bronze mirror and laughed: "This dress looks so beautiful, beautiful and amazing."

"Okay, OK, go quickly, don't let the lady deal with it alone, she can't handle it. If you take advantage of someone, you're afraid you'll cry."

"Take advantage of her? When I saw it, the Wang family wanted to cry. Finally, a eldest grandson died in Luzhou in an unknown way." Song Beiyun picked up the oil-paper umbrella and said, "Let's go."

"Go and come back early, I'll give you some sweet soup."

"Um."

Walking out of the alley, it was just late, the autumn rain was hazy, and the bluestone slabs under your feet were accompanied by the sound of falling rain, which was quite a bit like the deep path in the Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, with green bricks and green tiles and a tree of jasmine flowers.

This is probably the so-called sense of the times. Walking on such a path, you will involuntarily become a part of this era and it will be difficult to break free from it.

To be honest, Song Beiyun has been working hard to resist his identity over the years. Simply put, he does not agree with his identity, and he never feels immersive. Just like playing a large open game, he always has the inexplicable thinking of "I dare to kill a chicken in Skyrim Province, but I am afraid of you as a little emperor?"

But with the deepening intersection with this era, Song Beiyun thought that he might really be unable to go back, and he became more and more accustomed to everything that this time brought him.

Perhaps this is what people say that the general trend cannot be disobeyed. There is nothing else except this. As for the emperor and the imperial power, it is said that you are a mountain, but it is clear which mountain is still there for thousands of years.

Walking out of the alley, Song Beiyun raised his head and looked at the sky, shook the water droplets on the umbrella, and drilled into the sedan chair that had been prepared for him on the north slope. As the sedan chair was shaken when it was lifted, Song Beiyun lifted the curtain and looked at the people outside who were seeking life in the rain, laughed and said to himself: "Now I have become the master in my mouth."

The young man who wanted to fight against the times finally began to join in the same world. Perhaps the moment the sedan chair was lifted, it means that he was completely separated from the past.

The sedan chair creaked in Luzhou, where the sky food shop suddenly became famous these days. The biggest difference between this place and the wine shop is probably highlighted by the word "price". The same dish is twice as expensive as the wine shop in the wine shop in the wine shop, and the amount is smaller, but it has a nice name and a delicate dish.

For example, the roasted pigeon in the Renjian diner is called a Biwing bird here, and one portion is also mentioned from one hanging money to three hanging money. For example, the white meat in the Renjian diner is turned into a fat jade rouge buckle here, and the price has also changed from half hanging money to two hanging money.

According to normal people's thinking, only the gods of the Heavenly Food Farm will go, but when the accounts are settled in a month, the heavenly food Farm will be almost 50% open. Sometimes the net profit of the Heavenly Food Farm is 20% or 30%. Therefore, ordinary people cannot understand the happiness of rich people.

After putting in the umbrella, he handed it to the servant at the door, and the servant smiled: "The boss..."

"...Why are you again? Are you not there in the world?"

"Hehe, the villain has performed very well in the past two months and was brought here by the shopkeeper. Now the villain is already the foreman." The servant pointed to the bamboo card in his chest, and was so proud: "Hehe..."

"Hey, don't call my boss."

"Is the boss here to attend the banquet today?"

"Go to the banquet, the young master of the Wang family."

"The villain understands, the boss will follow me." The servant turned around and handed the umbrella to a waiter, then hung a mark from the umbrella and hung it on the shelf beside him: "The young master of the Wang family is on the third floor, and the villain will take you there."

"No need." Song Beiyun waved his hand: "You can go ahead and be busy, you're in the purple bamboo forest, right?"

"Um."

As he was talking, the servant brought a plate from the side, with a hot towel on it: "Wait for the boss."

Taking this fragrant towel and wiping his hands, Song Beiyun slowly climbed the stairs, and the staff wearing uniforms were serving dishes in an orderly manner. There was no noise in ordinary wineries and restaurants here at all. There was only a quiet area and the environment was also excellent. Behind the building was a garden, with many beautiful birds and beasts raising them, which was really awesome.

When he came to this purple bamboo forest, the door was open, and a young man sat in front of the door. He was reading a book in his hand, while Zuo Rou, whose eyes were straight, sat beside him.

At this moment, she no longer had the spirit of noon. She sat there like a walking corpse. When she heard the movement, she showed a formulaic smile on her face. Then she continued to stare at the pair of chopsticks in front of her in a daze. She didn't know what she was thinking. It was most likely that Shenyou Taixu was riding a horse to fight the world.

Song Beiyun walked in. Zuo Rou did not look at him. Instead, Beipo stood up immediately: "Brother is here?"

Song Beiyun bowed to him, and Beipo smiled and said, "Brother Wang, this is this Jie Yuan."

The young master of the Wang family slowly put down the book, raised his eyes and looked at Song Beiyun for a few rounds, and said slowly: "It turns out that he is a pretty young man, and he is Jie Yuanding and a great talent."

"I dare not, but the little scholar dare not call him talent in front of the world-famous Wensheng Family."

Song Beiyun bowed, but when his voice came out, Zuo Rou, who was in a daze, suddenly shook and shook her. She seemed to have just changed her battery and came alive.

Song Beiyun glanced at her and continued, "The last generation's surname is Song and his name is Beiyun. I have long admired the reputation of the prince. Now I am not as good as I see it. When I see it, I am not as good as a person. When I see it, I see it, I look like a dragon and a phoenix among the man."

"No need to be polite." Prince Wang waved his hand lightly: "Please sit down."

According to normal principles, this kind of banquet is a banquet for talented people, and generally it is not a family member. However, the prince of the king suddenly had a whim today to bring his fiancée to a long experience and to take her to see the appearance of talented people all over the world complimenting him.

Soon, everyone from this private banquet today arrived, and the wine and food were served one after another. The prince Wang first raised the wine and delivered a speech. After saying nonsense, he began to introduce Zuo Rou to the talents present.

"This is my fiancée, the daughter of Duke Ding. She has never seen such a scene since she was a child. If you are negligent, please do not blame me."

Wen, virtuous and virtuous... This word is so scheming. Song Beiyun almost laughed. As soon as he looked up, he saw Zuo Rou's vicious eyes. He pretended not to see him, but just picked up the wine to toast her, and deliberately said in an exaggerated tone: "Mrs. Sister-in-law is really beautiful, she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that

The small wine glass in Zuo Rou's hand was crushed by her with a click. She immediately threw the wine glass. The young master of the Wang family turned his head and said softly, "What's wrong with Rou'er?"

Zuo Rou stared at Song Beiyun with her eyes squinted, but she whispered: "I didn't hold my hand firmly, so I fell down."

"Oh, be careful, don't hurt your hands." Mr. Wang told me gently, then he raised his head and said to the waiter at the door: "Come on, change a wine glass."

Song Beiyun didn't say anything, but just gestured quietly with his hands a few times. Zuo Rou turned his eyes and turned his head to the young master of the Wang family and said, "I'll go wash my hands."

"Yeah, go."

Before she left, Song Beiyun stood up and said to Beipo, "Brother Beipo, I'll go and make some convenience."

"Yeah, no problem."

Not long after he left, Zuo Rou followed him, and they entered an unmanned private room downstairs one after another.

Song Beiyun looked around and found that there was no one, so he closed the door: "Gentle, kind and virtuous."

Zuo Rou spread her hands and said pitifully: "It's broken..."

"Who asked you to pinch it?" Song Beiyun took out gauze and iodine from the small tips he carried with him: "You know I carried this with me, on purpose."

"Dog thing..." When she applied medicine to Zuo Rou, she bit Song Beiyun's shoulder in pain: "It hurts..."

"Honest." Song Beiyun gently cleaned her wounds: "I think the young master of the Wang family is very nice to you."

"What a f*ck." Zuo Rou snorted coldly: "It's just a bastard. You can find a way to kill him later."

"Don't implicate me if you don't want to live." Song Beiyun cleared her wound and leaned on her neck and smelled it: "Have you used Jinling'er's essential oil?"

"She uses mine, so I naturally want to use hers. If she doesn't give it, she will beat her, and she can't beat me." Zuo Rou said with confidence, then hit Song Beiyun: "Get some more for me."

"All right, all for you." Song Beiyun sighed: "Don't worry about this, you will definitely not be able to get married."

"Jin Ling'er had an idea with me. If you really don't work, I will tell you to the official family to say that the beads have been secretly married."

"No one can listen to her!" Song Beiyun bounced her forehead: "She has nothing but this trick, and she is easy to use. If you use it, you will be done and will also implicate your father, but it won't work."

"Then I can't care about that much. If you don't do your business well, just wait to pick up broken shoes." Zuo Rou said with confidence: "Anyway, I have no chance, I'll be cheaper, you'll be cheaper."
Chapter completed!