Two men came together, one of whom was wearing a blue robe and looked elegant in his movements;
The man next to him is half a head taller than him. He wears a green bamboo-colored deep-collared dress with a bamboo pattern hanging from his waist. He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and deep dimples. Although he stands aside and does not speak, his whole person is full of charm.
Vitality.
Song Qinghuan blinked and smiled, then retreated to Zhang Yunwei without saying a word.
When Zhang Yunwei saw it was Wei Xiuming and his clan brother Wei Yutang, the smile on his lips became meaningful.
He took Song Qinghuan's finger and pointed at Wei Xiuming, who was wearing a blue robe, and said, "This is my husband."
He added: "The man next to you is the clan brother I mentioned to you, named Yutang."
He then introduced to the brothers of the Wei family: "This is my handkerchief, Miss Song from Qibei Houfu. We grew up together."
Wei Yutang knew Song Qinghuan, but when he saw her expression was open and frank, she didn't show any hint of shyness. She seemed to have no impression of him at all, and he felt mixed emotions for a while.
His eyes fell on her and he looked at her carefully. She was aboveboard but not disgusting.
Song Qinghuan also raised his head to take a look at him, and when he saw that he looked good and his eyes were clear, he felt relieved.
He lowered his eyes, knelt down and shouted, "Brother Wei, Brother Wei."
Wei Yutang withdrew his gaze and bowed his hands: "Miss Song."
The eyes of Zhang Yunwei and Wei Xiuming passed over the two of them, and there were smiles on their brows that could see through the situation without telling them.
I'm afraid others may not be clear about it, but all four of them know it well.
Although Song Qinghuan felt that Wei Yutang was a worthy candidate, he would not rush into it. After saying hello, he smiled and gave Zhang Yunwei a handful of lipstick in his hand.
"I'll go with my mother to see the old lady first, and I'll leave the rest to my sister."
Then he said to Wei Yutang and Wei Xiuming: "Goodbye."
Zhang Yunwei didn't leave her alone, and when he saw her walking away, he raised his head to look at Wei Yutang's unretracted gaze, and pursed his lips with a smile.
Wei Xiuming saw his expression and felt that this matter might be a drama. He raised his eyebrows and led the man to a secluded place on the pretext that he still had something to do.
Wei Xiuming said bluntly: "I see that you seem to be very satisfied with this girl from the Song family, but you have to think clearly that she is the former Yi Wangfei, who came out of the Yiwang Palace."
As he spoke, his eyebrows moved and he laughed at him again: "When you came out of Lizhou, you said that you were just following your mother's orders, which might not necessarily lead to good things. You should just come to Kyoto for a visit. After only a few days, you started fighting.
The face is coming."
Wei Yutang smiled heartily, not feeling embarrassed at all, and said instead: "It's only human nature that a gentle lady and a gentleman are jealous."
He added: "Miss Song just married the wrong man, so she doesn't necessarily have to cling to her original identity. What's more, my mother asked me to come to Kyoto to see me, which shows that she is not the kind of person who values these things."
Wei Xiuming frowned slightly, but after a while he calmed down and sighed: "I don't want to talk too much about this matter. After all, it's like a person knowing whether the water is warm or cold. You just have to know it in your heart."
Wei Yutang felt there was something in his words, turned his head to look at him, and asked: "If it were you, would you care about this?"
Wei Xiuming did not hide it from him: "If it were me, I wouldn't even be able to go to Kyoto."
The implication could not be clearer.
Wei Yutang nodded without saying a word, only pursed his lips and smiled.
He was burdened by fame in his early years, and his mother was busy trying to get him married, but when everyone else heard that he was the Sanlang of the Wei family, they all shook their heads and declined.
Over the years, he has experienced a lot, and he has long since stopped taking these hypocritical things seriously. Therefore, a person like Wei Xiuming, who has always had a smooth life, cannot understand his thoughts.
...
Song Qinghuan followed Xiaoyun to see the old lady of the Zhang family. After hearing that the elder spoke well, a little maid led her and Song Qingyan to the garden to enjoy flowers.
The flower banquet in Chengen's Mansion was extremely lively, and the guests coming and going were either rich or noble.
Everywhere you look, there are girls in fine clothes, gentlemen and boys, in groups of three or five, wearing fragrant clothes and laughing happily.
The divorce between Song Dynasty and Qing Dynasty caused an uproar in the whole capital, and even now, some people still bring it up from time to time.
After the Tongyi Prince's Palace drew a clear line, Song Qinghuan never appeared on such occasions like today. Everyone said that she couldn't afford to lose face and hid.
When she stopped at this flower banquet today, she certainly attracted a lot of attention, and some people even whispered to each other in front of her.
Song Qinghuan glanced over and knew that those people looked at him with amusement. He curled his lips and refused to join in the fun. He only said that he was afraid of the heat and wanted to find a shady place to sit.
Song Qingyan has attended many such banquets with the Xiaoyun family in the past, but the status of the Song family is not as good as before. Most of the noble girls don't like to make friends with her, and she doesn't bother to go forward, and she doesn't have many friends.
Good girl.
She stood with Song Qinghuan, and she felt those unkind eyes. Song Qinghuan said he wanted to take a rest in a shady place, so she followed him.
Before she even turned around, she asked someone to pull her sleeves. When she looked up, she saw a girl about the same age as her. She had a bright smile and shouted loudly: "Sister Qingyan, come on, we are playing drums to spread flowers, but
I saw you."
After saying that, he smiled at Song Qinghuan and called out: "Sister Qinghuan."
Song Qingyan felt that the girl in front of her looked familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a moment, so she subconsciously took two steps back.
The girl was extremely enthusiastic. She pulled Song Qingyan and said with a smile: "You haven't been out for a long time, and several girls have asked about it. It's rare that the weather is nice today and it's so complete, so let's come and play together."
As he spoke, he took Song Qingyan's arm, looking very affectionate.
Song Qingyan couldn't resist her and was led for several steps, then turned back to look at Song Qinghuan.
Song Qinghuan knew that she had a cold temperament, so she smiled and said, "Go ahead, I'll take a rest."
Song Qingyan responded, and then she took Siqin and left with the girl.
Song Qinghuan wanted to find a quiet place, so he asked the little maid to lead him away. After a while, he saw Zhang Yunwei coming from the front.
Zhang Yunwei had just begun to distribute the rouge gift boxes. He happened to see Song Qinghuan and stepped forward quickly, with an endless smile in his eyes: "What a coincidence, I am looking for you."
Without any explanation, she pulled Song Qinghuan back to Mrs. Zhang's courtyard. As she walked, she said, "Those gift boxes have been prepared. I see, today's gift is also very good."
Song Qinghuan said: "Whether it is good or not depends on one's own thoughts."
Zhang Yunwei knew the meaning of what she said, so he said no more and just pulled her through Mrs. Zhang's main house and entered through the back door.
Seeing Song Qinghuan's surprise, he smiled again. The two of them entered the room and happened to be standing behind the screen when they heard a man's voice coming from the front of the hall.
"This junior has already passed the 22nd month of March and has not yet married...
