Chapter 132 My Silang is damn big brother

Guanxi Pavilion, burst into exclamations.

Song Silang's tricks made these little-knowing wives really open their eyes. This is much more interesting and fresh than watching a play.

Only Song Ci laughed awkwardly, that is, the ancient ladies did not go out of the door and did not go out of the door, and they saw little. Otherwise, Silang's magic trick that was so good that he could see the flaws in modern times.

Seeing everyone's support, Song Silang was so proud. He seized the opportunity. With his mother's eyes, a pigeon turned out to be above the girl sitting upright beside Mrs. Wei and placed it in front of Wang Qiuman.

Wang Qiuman looked at him with his eyes open.

Song Silang also looked at her, looking like you were surprised, surprised, or curious.

Wang Qiuman pointed to his sleeve: "Fourth Young Master, your mesh bag of pigeons is about to fall off."

Song Silang: “…”

I looked down and saw that it was not. This action was exaggerated, and even the mesh bags hidden in the sleeves were exposed.

I'll go, it's a mistake.

Song Silang's face was immediately colorful and he stared at Wang Qiuman, "No, are you a girl?" You are not excited or curious at all, forget it, and you still play to expose it."

Don't take such a slander!

Wang Qiuman was very innocent. She saw through it and reminded him, what's wrong?

puff.

Song Ci couldn't help laughing.

Mrs. Wei also laughed. Many wives laughed one after another.

Oh, it's so funny.

Song Silang let the pigeon fly and said, "My ladies are so funny, Silang is going."

Madon, if you don’t leave, let alone face, you will lose all your inner thoughts.

Before leaving, Song Silang glared at Wang Qiuman with a look of your eyes waiting for you.

Wang Qiuman: “…”

The Song family Silang is afraid that he is not a stubborn person.

Everyone laughed so hard.

"Madam, your Silang is really absent. He is going to ask for a wife, and he still doesn't look big." Someone smiled and said to Song Ci: "You must be very happy to have such a living treasure to entertain your relatives in colorful clothes."

"If he doesn't get angry, I'm blessed by the Bodhisattva. I just hope someone will take care of him." Song Ci glanced at Wang Qiuman.

Wang Qiuman's heart was next jumped.

Mrs. Bai pinched her handkerchief and said, "Young Master Song is beautiful, but he has no fame, which is a pity."

Haha, this man surnamed Bai, is he here to challenge her patience again and again?

Song Ci held the teacup and said, "What a pity? Our Silang and the sorcerer have criticized him as a wealthy life. Whether he has fame or not is really a matter of whether he has fame or not. After all, his elder brother is the prime minister of the current dynasty."

Mrs. Bai's smile froze.

If you have a backer so obviously and bluntly, you are Mrs. Song.

"Some people are born with good fortune and don't have to fight for anything, and enjoy wealth and honor. Oh, Mrs. Bai, when will your family take the exam for fame and fortune? I tell you, you must keep an eye on him and don't learn from our Silang. He is the youngest and has no fame and fortune, so you can only rely on your elder brother."

Mrs. Bai: “…”

Everyone: "..."

I can't hear you're defaming yourself, but I think you're showing off, otherwise we won't feel sour.

Song Ci seemed to be unable to see Mrs. Bai's embarrassment and said, "Oh, after watching this drama, it's time to eat and drink. Let's move to the banquet?"

Mrs. Wei was so kind that she mixed her arms: "I'm just waiting for this. I heard that the chefs in your mansion made authentic Jiangnan dishes and had first-class taste."

Mrs. Song asked the maid to lead the crowd to move to the flower hall and glanced at the embarrassing Mrs. Bai, saying that it should be a big talk.

?          ? I caught a cold, I had a wonton, coughed, had a hoarse throat, and was weak. I had to quit cold drinks so hot, and I was dead!

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Chapter completed!