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Chapter 1. Disputes outside the pavilion

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    In early spring, after a shower at noon, the sky was blue and clear, and the air was filled with the fragrance of soil, flowers and plants. The willows that had just sprouted buds swayed in the wind, very graceful, and the cat under the eaves licked  Licking paws, dozing off with eyes closed.

    The little girl in pink standing outside the Huxin Pavilion couldn't help but stretched, let out a breath, then lowered her head, and dozed off listlessly, everything was wanton and lazy.

    The melodious sound of the piano in the pavilion flows out slowly, and the white gauze hanging on the ground is gently raised.  This scene is really true, the singing of birds and the sound of the piano are played in harmony, and the breeze is accompanied by tulle, which is dreamlike and has a long meaning.

    Unfortunately

    On the far side of the covered bridge, a gorgeous woman in a purple silver patterned satin dress raised her head like a proud peacock, and walked briskly at every step, followed by a group of maids and servants who were more numerous than others  A bit of air.

    Not long after, a group of people came to the only stone arch bridge connecting the lake pavilion.

    "Crack!" A slap in the face disrupted the sound of the piano.

    The melodious piano sound stopped suddenly, and the light white gauze fell back to the ground softly, and there was a moment of silence.

    The little maid who was dozing off outside the Huxin Pavilion was stunned for a moment. She covered her face and turned her head, only to see that the most domineering young lady in the family had arrived.  He shouted: "Seeing that Miss Ben is already impolite! Are there any more rules! It's really a lowly master raising a lowly servant, a virtue!"

    Having said that, Song Zijue raised his hand again, intending to swing it to hit the trembling servant girl, but someone grabbed his wrist.

    I saw that the hand holding Song Zijue's wrist was slender and boneless, with skin as white as snow, and the silk hibiscus sleeve slipped halfway, revealing half of the slender arm like a lotus root.

    Looking along the lotus root arm, I saw a stunning woman in a plain white dress standing tall, and said with a smile: "Sister is precious, why bother with a maid. The martial arts conference is coming soon, and there are many distinguished guests in the house.  After looking at it, I thought our Song Manor had lost the teaching method, and my sister thinks what Chu Yao said is right or not?" The laughter was extremely light, the speech was slow, and the voice was ethereal and sweeter than the zither sound just now.

    "You!" Song Zijue withdrew his hand angrily, opened his almond eyes, and said sharply, "You dare to lecture me! Song Chuyao, you don't care who you are! You think you have the right to call me sister!"

    "Thank you, sister, for remembering that my surname is Song. Please don't get angry. It's not worth getting hurt and losing your identity for a lowly person like me." Song Chuyao still couldn't bear to face such unbearable words from her.  Not in a hurry, but with a smile on his face, and a soft voice that seemed to be sincerely comforting.

    No matter what he heard, Song Zijue felt that her words were thorny, and snorted coldly: "Song Chuyao, don't think that you are still useful to father, so you can sit on an equal footing with me. Hmph, your surname is Song, do you deserve it? Born by a lowly maidservant  You bastard! I really think I have a few weights!"

    After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and slapped Song Chuyao.

    The sound of "ž!" was much louder than the one just now, and the birds hovering on the branches seemed to be scared away.

    This palm was so firm that even Song Zijue's own arm was numb from the shock due to excessive force.

    Red marks immediately appeared on Ruyu's beautiful face, and blood oozes from the corners of her mouth, making people feel hot and painful just looking at it.  Song Chuyao covered her face, her head was tilted to one side, her eyebrows and eyelashes drooped, making it difficult to see the color of her eyes, but for some reason her lips curled up in a seemingly invisible arc.

    Song Zijue thought she had been beaten honestly, and snorted contemptuously: "How dare a lowly bastard stand in front of me"

    "Who is the scum?!" A majestic and deep voice sounded from behind Song Zijue, and the voice was a middle-aged man in black clothes and bearded.

    Song Zijue restrained his anger, and said to the man with aggrieved voice: "Father, it's the girl Chuyao who"

    "Your mother has spoiled you, arrogant and domineering, with vulgar words, this Song Mansion is not a place for you to mess around!" Song Yanming snorted through his nose: "Don't think that you bully Chu Yao on weekdays, I don't care about it at all.  I don't know, if I see you treating her like this again, you don't want to stop the Song family, she's a married daughter anyway."

    "Father!" Song Zijue had tears in his eyes, stomped his feet, turned and ran away sobbing.

    Song Chuyao looked at Song Zijue's disappearing figure, raised his lips in satisfaction, wiped the blood oozing from his lips, and smiled at Song Yanming: "Daddy is not afraid of her going to sue."

    "Song Chuyao, don't be shameless, you think I don't know that you are deliberately acting for me!" Song Yanming waved his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and glared at her angrily: "If it weren't for the upcoming martial arts conference, you would still be of some use  , you and your mother may never dieDo!  "

    "Yes, my daughter always remembers Daddy's words." Song Chuyao chuckled lightly, lowered her eyebrows, blessed him, and said calmly: "My daughter's only useful face is hurt, so we should go first  Retire for medical treatment, if it delays Dad's choice of leader, it will be bad."

    Although he knew that Song Chuyao's words were sarcasm, he couldn't argue with it at the moment, so Song Yanming stopped and signaled her to back down.

    Song Chuyao walked to the long corridor leading to the inner courtyard, turned around and took a meaningful look at the locust tree beside the corridor bridge, with a smile in his eyes, and walked forward slowly.

    This Song Mansion is quite large, and it has not yet reached his own Fushu Pavilion, and it has just returned to the warm spring sky to start a dense drizzle.

    Song Chuyao stopped, looked at the sky where the dark clouds were gradually closing, and stretched out his hand to catch the fine raindrops falling. A black spot flew towards her in the distance, and it was only five feet away that he saw it was a white dove.

    The white dove flapped its wings and landed on Song Chuyao's slender shoulders. Song Chuyao withdrew his hand, took the white dove off his shoulder, touched its soft back, waited for it to calm down obediently, and took it off its lap.  Bundled notes.

    The slender fingers were so dexterous to untie the rope, and the pink nails slowly unfolded the note, the graceful movements did not match the fine marks and thin calluses on the hand, only a note that was one finger long and half finger wide  On the top, there are two lines of lowercase script written in a romantic and freehand style: When listening to Yu Sijiao, I look forward to a good time.

    Looking at these two lines of words, Song Chuyao's lips curled up a little, like a smile but it didn't reach his eyes.  The slender fingers gathered together, squeezed the note into the palm, and walked towards his boudoir.  The hem of the hibiscus skirt fluttered lightly, and her thin and thin white figure was lost in the misty rain.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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