Although the two were about to get married and had had many intimate actions before, Xu Qinghuan would inevitably feel a little flustered and uneasy when she was suddenly secretly alone. She began to regret that she shouldn't have joked with him just now.
Xu Qinghuan raised his head: "Why did Mr. Song come here today?"
Song Chengxuan's expression was calm. Since the wedding date had been set, he was not afraid that she would go back on her word. However, thinking that she had been in Mrs. Xu's house for the past two days, he was probably a little disappointed. When he saw her walking in the garden, his face changed.
The confused look on his face made his guess even more certain.
Song Chengxuan said calmly: "Come here and see if Mr. Liao and Master Qingling have any clues about the poison pill."
Xu Qinghuan was held like this, with nowhere to put her hands. She slowly touched the jewelry on her waist. In her room before, they were more intimate, but she couldn't be like him, who could do it every time.
Do it naturally.
"Does this Fang Sheng look good on my waist?"
Song Chengxuan's voice came, interrupting Xu Qinghuan's thoughts. She subconsciously looked down and saw that what she was holding was not the ornament around her waist, but the Fang Sheng hanging on his belt.
Song Chengxuan said: "If you like it, I'll give it to you."
Nothing in this world comes for free. If Fang Sheng gave this to her, she would definitely have to give him one in return.
Xu Qinghuan quickly refused: "I won't marry Fang Sheng for you," she said, stretching out her hand, "I can't finish my sewing these days."
Song Chengxuan took Xu Qinghuan's hand, looked at it carefully, and rubbed her fingertips twice with his thumb.
Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but shrink his fingers: "It's okay, I just bent a few needles."
After Xu Qinghuan said this, she felt Song Chengxuan's chest shake. She immediately raised her head and found that his face was serious and his eyes were still deep, as if nothing had happened.
Wasn't he smiling just now?
Being so close, she couldn't possibly feel wrong.
"What have you done?" Song Chengxuan continued.
Xu Qinghuan pursed her lips: "The middle coat, and the boots."
Song Chengxuan said: "There are still a few months left, can you finish the middle coat?"
Xu Qinghuan thought for a while, then nodded.
It took several months to make a set of Chinese attire, and she still needed to think carefully. It was obvious that it was difficult for her to prepare so many things for her wedding. Song Chengxuan said: "So, I have clothes and shoes to wear on the day of the wedding."
Xu Qinghuan's ears felt hot, his requirements were really not high.
Song Chengxuan said: "I have found two embroiderers, both of whom are trustworthy. After we get married in the future, we will also do things at home. You can tell them what you need to do." Presumably Mrs. Xu will not let the embroiderers at home do it.
If everything is done well, it will appear that there is no respect for the marriage.
The maids in her house couldn't do enough to help, so he found two embroiderers. First, they could help her get through it. Second, they could get used to the mistress's skills. Third, he could help with the embroidery.
Mom is changing things from her house.
Of course, the third point is the least important, he just wants to help her out.
Xu Qinghuan's brows gradually relaxed.
Although they were not married yet, Song Chengxuan felt the benefits of two people being together in the future. He raised his chin outside with a proud face and refused to back down no matter what danger he encountered. He guarded Miss Xu of the Anyi Marquis Mansion without hesitation, and
Such a weakness.
Xu Qinghuan looked at Song Chengxuan and saw his eyes flashing, and then he leaned over.
There was a cold Shoushan stone behind him, so he stretched out his hand to support the stone, encircling her in his arms, making it impossible for her to escape.
"Don't you want to marry me?" he asked again in a low voice.
Xu Qinghuan bit his lip, his ears burning like fire, and after a long time he said: "I think... I just can't let go of my grandmother, father, mother, and brother."
Her fair ears gradually turned red again. Song Chengxuan looked at her for a long time before he came back to his senses: "In a few years, we will return to Beijing and we can be reunited. If Mr. Hou is willing, I can think of ways to do it."
, moved the Anyihou Mansion to Quanzhou."
That will definitely take a lot of effort, and we don’t know what the situation will be like when the time comes.
Xu Qinghuan shook his head: "We should be able to enter the capital very quickly. I believe Lord Song." In the previous life, the Marquis of Song entered the capital with great success and influenced the political situation within a few years of taking over Southeast Asia. It should be faster in this life than in the previous life.
Without Mr. Dong and the others, Southeast will look different again. She can't guarantee that it will be an earth-shaking change. At least she still has some confidence that Southeast will be better than the previous life.
Her lower jaw was slightly raised, her eyes were brighter, and the confusion just now gradually dissipated from her eyes, becoming clear again, but she felt a little ashamed when she thought of what she had just said.
Unlike him, she can say anything.
Seeing Xu Qinghuan's slightly red cheeks, his heart seemed to be hit. After escaping from death in the capital, he thought about gritting his teeth and returning to the capital with all his strength, so that they could repay the grievances of the Wei Palace.
At that time, my heart was full of hatred and hostility, and I never thought I would have a family and feel joy.
"Not even in the Madam's yard. I actually saw the eldest lady in the garden before."
Xu Qinghuan almost forgot that her mother was still looking for her. She pushed Song Chengxuan: "I really should go."
The voices were getting closer and closer, and it was obvious that the servants were looking for him.
He lowered his head, and her eyelashes couldn't help trembling like butterfly wings, and her lips lightly brushed his ear: "Stop making trouble, others will see you."
Her persuasion was of no use.
The footsteps got closer and closer, and he finally let her go.
Xu Qinghuan adjusted her dress and hurriedly prepared to go out, but she was surrounded by arms from behind. Song Chengxuan came over, picked up her handkerchief and wiped the fat from her mouth, and then took the opportunity to lower his head.
…
gently...
Haned her.
The soft touch is even more abrasive.
This guy is downright evil.
Xu Qinghuan pursed her lips, walked quickly to Mrs. Xu's room, and saluted her mother with some guilt.
Mrs. Xu did not notice anything strange about her daughter, but waved to Xu Qinghuan: "Come here, the betrothal gift sent by the Song family and the two shops in Beijing, what do you think about this? It's not suitable for me to put it here.
, you take it first!
There are also these betrothal gift lists, let's figure it out quickly, Chengxuan will come to see Mr. Liao later and ask about your condition, you have to show your face."
Show your face?
My mother is really easy to deceive, but she didn't know that Mr. Song had been hiding in the house for a long time.
…
In Prince Jian's Mansion.
King Jian looked at the two portraits on the table, one of Prince An and the other of Na Huijing.
It seems that the two people are somewhat similar, but they don't feel much alike.
King Jian frowned and sat back on his chair.
"Your Majesty, the person who inquired about the news is back."
King Jian immediately cheered up, looked up, and saw a woman in a dress walking into the room. The woman had an enchanting face, red lips, and a very tall figure.
"Your Majesty." When she opened her mouth, her voice was slightly hoarse, making her sound very uncomfortable.
