Feng Chu set up a small stove and roasted beans. The aroma of beans spread in the room, covering up the incense that Yin Gui had just lit. Yin Gui would surely stamp her feet in anger again after a while.
Xu Qinghuan hugged the heater and sat on the sofa, looking at Song Chengxuan.
Master Song brought her back from the garden. She thought he was going to tell Qi Defang about the clues he had discovered, but she didn't expect that he had someone place her on the couch. Then he sat on the table not far away and took the paper first.
I wrote on the note and handed it to Yong Ye, and then started reading.
The soybeans made a "crackling" sound from time to time. Xu Qinghuan waited for Song Chengxuan's face to show an unhappy look so that she could take Feng Chu back, but Song Chengxuan never spoke, as if these had no impact on him.
Isn't he here to look at her?
Xu Qinghuan was suddenly curious about what book he was reading. He sat there and flipped through the books very quickly. He quickly finished one book and took out another one to read.
Xu Qinghuan rested her cheek on the pillow and looked at Song Chengxuan carefully. She had not looked at him carefully for so long. When he was quiet, his face lost some intimidation, which allowed people to notice his handsome face.
His eyebrows are as black as dyed ink, his eyes are deep, his lips are slightly pursed under his straight nose, and his cheeks are well-defined, making him look solemn and aloof.
If she didn't know him well, she would still think that he didn't care about anything. Several times...she was fooled by this. Thinking of those scenes, Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but feel her cheeks heat up.
Feng Chu finally finished roasting the beans and moved the small stove away. She did not come back again. Mother Yang who was standing at the door seemed to be standing further away.
Xu Qinghuan also tentatively wanted to walk over to see what Song Chengxuan was doing.
Song Chengxuan did not move, his eyes remained on the book, and he just said in a clear voice: "Everyone has left, do you want me to come over?"
Xu Qinghuan was startled.
"If not, why are you looking at me like that?"
As he spoke, Song Chengxuan had already stood up and walked to the soft cave.
Xu Qinghuan couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, and immediately explained: "I just want to read your book." It was as if she was looking forward to the person leaving and getting close to him.
Song Chengxuan handed over the book in his hand, and Xu Qinghuan took it and opened it to read. The content of the book was nothing special. It was just collected gossip. However, the writing smelled of ash, and there were one or two pages of handwritten notes at the beginning.
The Tao Te Ching, this book was at least taken from the hands of a Taoist priest.
"What's it for?" Xu Qinghuan asked.
"Just take a look when you have nothing to do."
Although the imperial court did not allow him to serve, he would not be so idle. News from Quanzhou and Changzhou kept coming, and the details naturally required him to understand.
But why would he want to read a book like this? It’s not like he wants to start a monastic practice and join the Taoist sect.
Just as she was about to think carefully, she felt his arm stretched out to hug her: "I'm not hot anymore, so I'd better take a good rest and have a good time. You're still busy."
When I looked at him from a distance just now, I felt that he seemed to be something different from the mortal world. Now that he was leaning closer, his clothes were stained with the smell of soybeans, as if they were stained with the smoke of fireworks for no reason, and his power was suddenly broken.
She, who should have been shy, couldn't help but laugh at this moment. Although she didn't make a sound, his slight trembling was still noticed by him.
His arms immediately increased their strength: "What are you laughing at?"
"No," Xu Qinghuan immediately said with a straight face, "I'm not smiling."
At times like this, she really shouldn't laugh, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. As soon as Xu Qinghuan thought of this, she felt her whole body being picked up, and then she was lying on the soft bed. She raised her eyes and faced
Song Chengxuan’s deep eyes.
Xu Qinghuan's heart jumped in panic, and she looked at him without daring to move, for fear that she would say something again and liao him.
Song Chengxuan gradually darkened his face, and Xu Qinghuan nervously held the handkerchief. She seemed to be able to hear the sound of his breathing. The warm breath enveloped him, with a faint smell like silver elixir grass and rosin. He was silent, restrained, but
It was also very strong, gradually filling her surroundings, replacing everything else.
Xu Qinghuan felt a little dizzy for no reason. She couldn't help but bite her lips lightly. She wanted to avoid it but couldn't avoid it. She could only close her eyes and wait for his arrival.
Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were red, as if she had been wronged. Thinking of her frowning and trembling in the quilt last night, he couldn't help but feel his chest and abdomen.
Originally he just wanted her to lie down and rest for a while, so he leaned over to tease her intentionally. The mother in charge was right outside the door, what else could he do shamelessly?
Unexpectedly, she closed her eyes and turned her face slightly, revealing her white neck.
The faint fragrance entered his nose, and he gradually couldn't make up his mind. He reached out and picked up the thin quilt next to her, and gently covered her body.
As if she didn't expect him to do this, Xu Qinghuan opened her eyes, slightly surprised.
This surprised expression immediately made him frown slightly, how could he let her down.
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The two hugged each other for a long time before Song Chengxuan sat on the couch again, while she pulled up the quilt, revealing only a pair of eyes.
Mother Yang came in with tea and saw Xu Qinghuan lying there. She couldn't help but feel a little worried. However, she saw that her uncle was sitting upright with a calm face and looked like he would not violate the rules. She felt a little relieved, but she still said
: "It's getting late, Master Song, are you leaving soon?"
"Don't worry," Song Chengxuan said calmly, "I still have something to talk to the eldest lady."
It's a bit like a true gentleman who can sit still and remain calm.
Xu Qinghuan only felt that his feet were itchy, and he wanted to find something to kick on, so that he would be satisfied.
"Master Song," Xu Qinghuan cleared his throat and said, "You are helping Prince Shunyang find the servant. Do you have any clues?"
Song Chengxuan said: "Prince Shunyang has gone to Fukang Yuan, there should be gains."
"You also have to be careful," Xu Qinghuan said, "After all, they are all relatives of the royal family, so there is no way to tell." Although she has never met Prince Wei, there must be similarities between father and son.
It's just that everyone thought that King Wei's family had died tragically, so they wouldn't think of it, and she was always worried about Huijing deliberately bringing the late emperor's information to Song Chengxuan.
It would barely make sense to say that Huijing was aware of Song Chengxuan's ambition and acted like this.
But what if someone discovered clues and deliberately wanted to verify Song Chengxuan's life experience?
The person behind the scenes is already very close to them. Such an opponent, when facing life and death, will definitely use ruthless methods, but...
They will also give him a more severe revenge.
Seeing the way she lowered her eyes and thought, Song Chengxuan couldn't help but think about the first time they met. After knowing that she was the eldest daughter of the Anyi Marquis Mansion, he suspected that she had an agenda, maybe she was plotting against him secretly.
now……
He really hoped that his previous suspicions were true.
