Chapter three hundred and ninety-ninth turning face
After completely calming down, Xu Qinghuan felt that something was not right, or rather inappropriate.
She hasn't gotten up yet and is only wearing her middle coat.
Song Chengxuan was half leaning on her canopy bed with carved moon-shaped door. The robe that was always neat and tidy on her body was now very messy. She held hands with him with one hand, and pulled the skirt of his clothes with the other hand. Almost her whole body shrank.
In his arms, the look was really unsightly.
"What's wrong, Miss?" An Yihou's voice came faintly from outside.
Xu Qinghuan felt anxious, and hurriedly rolled around on the bed, dragging the quilt, and hid inside the bed, leaving only a piece of black hair outside the quilt.
Song Chengxuan had no intention of getting up.
"My father is here."
She poked out her eyes and looked at him.
He simply lay back and asked, "Is there another door in the house?"
Whose house would have two doors? He was asking knowingly. Xu Qinghuan said dullly: "No."
Song Chengxuan said: "Then I'm afraid I won't be able to get out, otherwise I'll hide for a while!"
Xu Qinghuan thought of how she hid in his quilt in the military tent, and subconsciously tightened the quilt: "No, I don't have such a big place here."
Song Chengxuan stared at her, his eyes seemed to be misty, and his clothes were messy, which was very different from what he usually thought about. Thinking about his concern for her just now, she couldn't help but feel hot on her face.
Xu Qinghuan turned away and whispered: "Go down." He knew what she meant, and now he was deliberately making her anxious.
As the footsteps outside got closer and closer, she wanted to kick him out of bed.
She was embarrassed under her father's nose.
"How are you going to come out after you wrap yourself up like this?" Song Chengxuan's voice seemed to have a slight smile, which was mocking her actions just now.
"You were clearly holding my hand just now, but now you're hiding something from me, aren't you?"
Another sentence came softly, like an old master teaching a student.
I don't know who the person who stayed on her bed was hiding her ears.
Now that he was lying here, she was embarrassed to fall out with him. What would she do if he did something nasty again?
It seemed that someone had opened the curtain of the outer room and walked in. Xu Qinghuan's heart sank completely. She simply closed her eyes and hid under the quilt, not listening or looking at anything outside.
It has nothing to do with her.
"Qing Huan." An Yihou came to the inner room. Normally he would not enter his daughter's boudoir at such a time. However, after hearing the report from his servants, Song Chengxuan broke into Qing Huan's room regardless of the obstruction. He couldn't help but be anxious.
, for fear that something might go wrong with my daughter.
Lifting the curtain of the inner room, the scene inside actually made An Yihou breathe a sigh of relief.
Song Chengxuan stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands. He turned his head as if he heard the voice. His expression was calm, his eyes were clear and calm, and he looked very calm. He didn't seem to have done anything inappropriate.
"The Marquis came just in time," Song Chengxuan stepped forward and said, "I just heard the eldest lady shouting in the house, thinking that an assassin had come in. I was so anxious that I barged in. It was too abrupt, so I asked the Marquis to question me."
When An Yihou heard this, he immediately looked towards the large flower-carved bed. The curtains were down on the bed, so he couldn't see clearly what was going on inside: "...can you see anyone?"
"No," Song Chengxuan said, "The eldest lady said that she is fine and there are differences between men and women. It is not convenient for me to go up and check. I am afraid there will be another mistake, so I stand here and wait for Mr. Hou to come."
When Xu Qinghuan heard this, he stuck his head out from the quilt. Sure enough, Song Chengxuan was no longer beside the bed, and the Hunan-colored curtain also hung down.
Why does he move so fast? Could it be that he has become proficient in doing this frequently.
Although the Marquis of Song was not married in her previous life, it did not mean that she did not have a few confidantes around her. When she was a child, she and her brother eavesdropped on their parents' conversation. Her mother once said that the men in the army were unruly. If her father dared to flirt with women outside, he would be in trouble in the future.
Don't even think about stepping into her door.
After the elder brother heard about it, he picked some flowers and plants outside the house, and when his father called him for questioning, he spread it on his father. Naturally, he was beaten by his father. The elder brother was resentful because of this, feeling that his mother's words did not count.
He also went to his mother to reason, why didn't his father kick him out even though he was already "getting involved with women"? Then he was punished by his mother and was not allowed to go out for a month.
Thinking of this, Xu Qinghuan curled her lips. Why was she thinking about this? After she relaxed like this, she felt that the quilt on her body was really tight, making her a little breathless. She wanted to get out of the quilt, but she couldn't.
Thinking of Song Chengxuan's teasing towards her, she moved as carefully as possible, hoping not to make any noise and be laughed at by him, but for some unknown reason, the wooden bed, which had always been strong, made a slight noise.
Xu Qinghuan felt as if her cheeks were burning hot. Could it be that Song Chengxuan had done something to the bed just now, sincerely trying to embarrass her.
She couldn't help coughing, trying to cover up her embarrassment: "Father, I'm fine, I just had a nightmare, and no one was in the house."
When she mentioned the word "criminal", her tone became slightly more serious.
Song Chengxuan raised his eyebrows slightly.
She was still holding his hand tightly a moment ago, but she turned away in the blink of an eye. If she had known that he shouldn't have gotten up from the bed just now, but thinking about how hard she climbed out of the quilt, she must have looked like a...
He couldn't help but have a little more smile in his eyes, but it seemed really soft, and when he thought about it carefully, there were some similarities.
Song Chengxuan stopped thinking and said seriously: "Master Hou, since there is nothing here, let's go out first."
"Okay," An Yihou immediately looked at Yin Gui and Feng Chu, "go and serve the eldest lady."
The two people walked out of the house, and Xu Qing'an limped over: "What's wrong? What's wrong with my sister? Who bullied her? It's..." His eyes glanced at Song Chengxuan, and he immediately felt more pain on his body.
They were obviously galloping together, but why did his legs and butt keep shaking, while the man named Song seemed to be safe and sound? Could it be that his horse was not good?
After he has recovered his legs and feet in a few days, and spends a lot of money to buy a bloody horse, he can then compete with the man named Song.
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There was no one else in the room, so Yin Gui and Feng Chu opened the curtains.
"Is the eldest lady feeling better?" Yin Gui asked anxiously.
Xu Qinghuan nodded: "It's okay. If you do this again, just wake me up. There is no need to alarm others."
"My servant called me," Yin Gui said, "but the eldest lady refused to wake up, so my servant panicked."
Xu Qinghuan nodded: "I don't blame you." Maybe it was because she kept thinking about Lin Sanniang, so she dreamed about her past life.
She didn't keep Lin Sanniang in her previous life, so why did she agree to let Lin Sanniang come to serve her in the inner house?