Song Jiuxi returned to the gate of Yan Mansion and happened to see Yan Shubai getting off the carriage.
Song Jiuxi asked unexpectedly: "You're back so soon?"
Yan Shubai smiled and said, "Of course I will come back to accompany my wife."
Luo Feng pushed the wheelchair, and Yan Shubai waved his hand. He walked up to Song Jiuxi and suddenly asked: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
"How did you tell?" Song Jiuxi was surprised. She felt that she was in a much better mood now.
"Hmm... When my wife is unhappy, the corners of her eyes are drooped and the corners of her mouth are pursed. Who made you angry? Is it Ruoyu?"
Not seeing Song Ruoyu behind Song Jiuxi, Yan Shubai probably guessed what was going on.
"He went back to the Song Mansion." After Song Jiuxi finished speaking, he added in a coquettish and complaining tone, "He won't come back with me."
Yan Shubai said with a smile: "Then, my husband, go help my wife to tie him back and ask him to confess his mistake to you? Let Luo Feng do it. No one we Xiao Yiwei want to capture can escape yet."
The last sentence, Yan Shubai said it in an air-conditioned manner.
Song Jiuxi was stunned for a moment, and all the unhappiness in her heart disappeared. It seemed that she had this awareness from the beginning, that if she told Yan Shubai, Yan Shubai would definitely find a way for her.
Just like when she was a child, if she was bullied outside, she would go home and tell her mother, who would definitely fight her back with a spear.
Although it is strange to compare Yan Shubai and her mother together, in fact, Yan Shubai gave her this feeling of peace of mind.
She couldn't help but laugh: "If Xiao Yiwei broke into Song Mansion to arrest someone, my father would probably be scared to death."
"Then I can only feel sorry for my father-in-law, who made them unhappy."
When Yan Shubai said this, Song Jiuxi laughed again. She suddenly remembered something and raised the candied fruit in her hand. "I bought you something to eat. You will definitely like it."
This is the first time Song Jiuxi buys something for Yan Shubai, and it is also the first time Song Jiuxi gives him something.
The smile in Yan Shubai's eyes deepened, and he took it with his lips curled up.
"Then I want to have a good taste."
Yan Shubai opened the oil paper bag, stuffed a piece into his mouth, and then paused.
Song Jiuxi raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes usually cold, but now she was a little excited. "Is it delicious?"
Yan Shubai slowly chewed the candied fruit in his mouth that was so sweet that the back of his head felt tight. He curled his lips and said, "It's delicious. Can I have a piece, madam?"
"I don't eat sweets." Song Jiuxi quickly refused.
She felt panicked when she saw Yan Shubai eating. She couldn't take a bite, and she didn't know why Yan Shubai liked sweets so much.
Yan Shubai: "..."
They returned to the courtyard, and Song Jiuxi felt very relaxed. The Song Mansion was obviously the place where she grew up, but now this small courtyard has become a place where she feels at ease.
Aunt Qing had been looking forward to her for a long time. Now she looked her up and down and saw the injury on her shoulder, her eyes turned slightly red.
Song Jiuxi said hurriedly: "Aunt Qing, please look at the wound for me. I think the wound is a little painful."
"Miss." Aunt Qing sighed after checking the wound. The lady was exactly like the general, no matter how serious the injury was, she would not utter a sound.
But she felt distressed. She had watched the young lady grow up, but now she had to be forced to go out and take charge of herself.
Aunt Qing carefully applied medicine to the wound. Song Jiuxi pulled Aunt Qing's sleeve and said, "Aunt Qing, I don't feel any pain."
"It really doesn't hurt?" Aunt Qing pressed on the wound.
Song Jiuxi could bear the pain, but looking at Aunt Qing's face, she still cried out in pain. "It hurts a little."
"Miss, you are only fifteen, you are old enough to complain." Aunt Qing's eyes grew hot when she thought of the young lady who had endured all these years in the Song Mansion.
"Aunt Qing." Song Jiuxi wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to say it. She hadn't cried out in pain like this for a long time.
Aunt Qing said: "Miss, you can occasionally scream in pain when facing the people closest to you. This is not weakness, this is...well, it means closeness. Sometimes softness is also a kind of strength."
The young lady's temperament is a bit too cold, and she is usually tense, but she is only fifteen years old, which is when she is innocent and innocent.
Who is not afraid of pain?
If the young lady continues to be so cold, what if others think she is not afraid of pain in the future.
Who would love her then?
"Aunt Qing, I understand." Song Jiuxi nodded.
During dinner, Yan Shubai still had a bad appetite and couldn't eat anything. Song Jiuxi was injured and couldn't eat spicy food. She looked at the medicinal porridge in front of her that was the same as Yan Shubai's, and her face was gloomy.
of,
Is this something people can eat?
She looked at Aunt Qing standing next to her, but did not dare to speak. The little girl lowered her head, her long eyelashes drooping, casting a hazy shadow on her face.
Like a cat, she sipped the porridge in small sips and stirred it carelessly with the spoon.
Suddenly, she was poked on the side of her leg. She turned her head and saw Yan Shubai's fingers on her knee.
She looked at him doubtfully, what was he going to do?
Yan Shubai's slender fingers slowly began to draw circles on Song Jiuxi's legs. As the strokes took shape, Song Jiuxi's doubtful eyes slowly brightened.
Yan Shubai couldn't bear to pull away after finishing writing, but the little girl finished the porridge in two gulps, and then looked at him with bright eyes.
Yan Shubai withdrew his hand and finished the drink under Song Jiuxi's urging eyes.
After finishing the meal, Song Jiuxi hurriedly pushed Yan Shubai into the room. At this time, Nian Qiao brought the medicine they wanted to drink. Song Jiuxi took it and drank it, then looked at Yan Shubai
white.
Yan Shubai's face turned pale when she asked about the smell of the medicine. Song Jiuxi ran into the house and took out the candied fruits she bought during the day.
"It won't be bitter if you eat this."
At Song Jiuxi's urging, Yan Shubai gritted his teeth and drank the medicine. He frowned and Song Jiuxi stuffed a piece of candied fruit into his mouth.
He has never taken medicine so easily.
When they were alone in the house, Song Jiuxi asked quickly: "Where is the thousand-feuille cake? Where is it?"
Yan Shubai raised his lips, one side was bitter and the other was sweet. He smiled and said, "I lied to you, there is no mille-feuille."
The little girl's eyes widened slightly, and then suddenly became cold.
Yan Shubai knew that he was joking too much, so he quickly took out the mille-feuille cake from his arms.
Song Jiuxi's eyes lit up and she took it. She opened the oil paper bag and ate it happily.
Yan Shubai looked at her funny, his eyes warm and smiling.
Song Jiuxi ate three pieces in a row before thinking of Yan Shubai. She rarely bent her eyes and said, "Thank you."
Yan Shubai asked: "Who do you want to thank?"
"thank you."
Yan Shubai asked slowly: "Who am I, a lady?"
Song Jiuxi was silent for a while. On one side was the mille-feuille that she finally managed to eat, and on the other was Yan Shubai who was cunningly deceiving her.
She weighed it and made up her mind and said: "Husband."
"Hey." Yan Shubai responded with a smile, as if he had taken advantage of him.