There was no one else in the room, and his face suddenly darkened. He picked up the box on the dressing table and threw it onto the beam, saying angrily: "You are really getting more and more shameless."
Xiao Ci sat on the beam, holding a wine bottle in one hand, laughing, and caught the box she threw with the other hand.
He turned around and jumped down from the beam, throwing the carved box onto the dressing table without any mistakes.
He smiled and said, "You are becoming more and more clever."
Song Qinghuan leaned on the dressing table with his hands folded with a stinky face: "I haven't come back to this room all day, but there is a smell of alcohol for no reason. Who else can I have besides you?"
Xiao Ci smiled heartily and leaned back on the chair beside him unceremoniously: "It seems that I will have to be more careful next time."
Song Qinghuan frowned and was about to curse, but his mind changed and he swallowed those rebellious words.
He just said: "Did you know that Sister Tong ran away from the palace today without permission?"
Xiao Ci raised his head and poured the wine from the flask into his mouth, blinked and said without even frowning: "I know."
He put the wine bottle in his hand on the table and showed a half-smile but not a smile: "Thank you for taking her in, otherwise I would have to work hard and waste money to find her."
He added: "She has always been pampered, and it is inevitable that she will be willful."
As he spoke, his eyes fell on Song Qinghuan's face. There were indescribable emotions in his eyes, but he looked away in just a moment.
Song Qinghuan didn't notice, but took out a purse from his sleeve pocket and threw it to him.
Xiao Ci reached out to take it, and after taking a closer look, he realized it was Xiao Jingtong.
Xiao Jingtong did go out with his purse today, but Song Qinghuan took the opportunity to carry him over and passed him by.
Song Qinghuan said: "Sister Tong is young and is easy to be instigated by others. Don't worry, a servant dares to criticize the master in front of the princess."
Xiao Ci's hand holding the purse tightened, and his eyes moved. Although he was angry, he didn't show it. He just put the purse into his arms and said, "I understand."
"I really want to thank you today." He changed his posture, with a shady smile on his face: "To be honest, I owe you a lot. Is there anything you want?
If you need help, just say so and I will thank you."
Regardless of her image, Song Qinghuan sat down on the dressing table and sneered: "Now you don't dare to say anything about your commitment?"
Xiao Ci lowered his head and smiled.
Song Qinghuan calmed down, thought for a while and finally said what he had been drafting for half a day.
"Thank you Uncle Jiu for treating me as a friend, and congratulations to Uncle Jiu for getting married to the girl from the Yu family."
Xiao Ci looked over and she paused and moved her mouth, but she still said: "There is a difference between men and women. Uncle Jiu and I will also get married separately. I hope Uncle Jiu will not have to read the book in the middle of the night in the future."
Enter the room through the window."
"One day, when Uncle Jiu gets married, if he sends me a post, I will definitely go there for a wedding drink and give Uncle Jiu a big gift. On the day of my wedding, if Uncle Jiu is interested, he can bring the new princess over for a drink.
Wedding wine."
Song Qinghuan had long ago felt that it was unreasonable for Xiao Ci to break into the house through the window, but the man in front of him was unmarried and the woman was unmarried, and he didn't have the thought to do so, so he turned a blind eye.
But now he has an engagement with the Yu family, and he is about to be engaged to Wei Yutang. If he wants to interact with each other in the future, he must be honest.
She meant to say these words, but when she actually said them, she felt uncomfortable in her heart.
Sooner or later, news of Xiao Ci's engagement with a girl from the Yu family would spread, and Song Qinghuan was not surprised at all when he heard it from Song Qinghuan.
He put one hand on the armrest of the chair and touched the wine bottle with the other. He closed his eyes and said nothing for a while.
When Song Qinghuan thought he was asleep, he opened his eyes: "My marriage contract with the girl from the Yu family is forced, but you and the boy from the Wei family are in love?"
Like each other?
Song Qinghuan's heart tightened, but she didn't know how to respond to him. Was it because they were in love with each other?
It's hard to say, but he is indeed the most suitable candidate.
Regardless of his family background, his appearance is not bad, his character is good, and his treatment of others always gives people a gentle and jade-like feeling.
Although it has a not-so-pleasant reputation, Song Qinghuan still doesn't believe it even though he has changed his core.
In addition, looking at the entire Kyoto, there are few people like him, not to mention that once I get along with Li, there is nothing to choose from.
Xiao Ci saw Song Qinghuan's expression in his eyes and smiled slightly, but he didn't need an answer.
He tightened his fingertips holding the jug, lowered his head and smiled mockingly: "I can't drink your wedding wine so fast. I'm afraid I won't be able to drink your wedding wine."
He added: "Someday, I will ask someone to send you a congratulatory gift first."
"I, the king, will keep in mind what I said today. Since you regard me as a friend, I, myself, cannot harm you, and I will never do this again in the future."
He stood up and drank all the wine in the pot. He seemed to be drunk, but his steps seemed to be as heavy as gold. It took him a while to move a step.
When I opened the window, a gust of breeze blew in. It didn't wake me up, but made me more and more drunk.
He turned around and looked at Song Qinghuan, smiled softly, and said sincerely: "I wish you and Sanlang of the Wei family will always be united, have a happy marriage for a hundred years, grow old together, and have many descendants."
Before Song Qinghuan could speak, the window and coffin opened and closed, and the person had disappeared without a trace.
Song Qinghuan remained sitting on the dressing table motionless until she heard the sound of breaking porcelain outside, then she stood up and walked to the window in a few steps. She wanted to open the window but held back.
She felt something was wrong with herself, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.
Xunmei's cursing voice came from outside. Song Qinghuan felt very tired. He turned back to the bed, fell down, covered his head with a brocade quilt, his mind was in a mess, but he didn't know when he fell asleep.
Song Qinghuan slept until noon without anyone disturbing her. She didn't get up until the bones in her back ached.
The unknown emotion from yesterday has been suppressed, and there is nothing wrong with his expression.
Xunmei covered her lips and smiled while serving her dishes: "Early this morning, the Wei family sent a message, asking our wife to take the girl to Baishi Villa to watch polo playing in the future."
Wei Yutang had already discussed this matter with Song Qinghuan yesterday. Although it was expected, it was also unexpected.
She asked: "Didn't you say you just came to Beijing today? Why did you come to deliver the post so early in the morning?"
Xunmei smiled so hard that she couldn't close her mouth. It would be the best thing for her future uncle to keep a close eye on his daughter.
I remember that the Song family had been engaged to Wang Xiaowei for many years, but they had never received such treatment.
Immediately he said: "I heard that the eldest lady of the Wei family worked hard yesterday and rushed to Beijing before the city gate closed overnight. It can be seen that the Wei family is very concerned about the girl's marriage."
Song Qinghuan responded in reply, but didn't say anything else. It was a good thing that the Wei family was worried, and it proved that the marriage was successful.
Today is the first day of March. Tomorrow will come, and the day after tomorrow we will go to White Rock Villa for a banquet.
No matter how busy she is in the same household in the Diazhuang Pavilion, Xiaoyun will not allow her to go out.
Song Qinghuan had nothing to do. The spring sun was warm, so he set up a deck chair under the shade of a tree, with endless snacks at hand. He lay there all day long.
On March 3rd, before it was dark, Lanyue Pavilion had already lit up the lights.
Mrs. Xiaoyun personally came to supervise her dressing up. The clothes should not be too colorful, nor should they be too plain. The makeup should not be too thick, and she should have the feeling of lotus, but she should not be completely bare-faced.
Today, a businessman meets with the Wei family. Although it is in the name of polo, it is also the day to officially announce the engagement.
Xiaoyun was worried, fearing that something would go wrong and the maids in Lanyue Pavilion would become nervous and not dare to slack off.
When it was time to go out, it was already too early. Song Qinghuan stole a few pastries and stuffed them into his sleeve pockets, then followed Xiao Yun as if nothing had happened.
Today, Song Youyu and Song Qingyan also followed.
Song Qingyan knew that Xiaoyun had gone to Song Qinghuan's place early in the morning. Looking at Song Qinghuan this time, she couldn't help but murmured: "Then if the Wei family is sincere, my sister is wearing coarse clothes and linen, with bare face, and they are still eight feet tall."
When the sedan is carried in, if you have other thoughts, you will still have to pick a bone, so why bother like this."
Song Qinghuan thought it made sense and nodded repeatedly.
When Xiaoyun heard this, she became very angry. She raised her hand and hit her: "Why are you talking? If you don't know how to speak, don't speak."
Song Qingyan sighed helplessly and stopped talking.
Every year during the Shangsi Festival, Baishi Villa is overcrowded, and every family on the polo field has already set up a pavilion. The light gauze curtains blow in the wind, which is full of artistic beauty.
When the group of people arrived at Baishi Villa by carriage, the Wei family and the Zhang family had already arrived, and the ladies of the two families did not enter the Villa. They were standing under the archway talking.
The carriage was about to stop, and before Song Qinghuan got out of the car, he heard the voice of Uncle Chengen's wife Yu: "It's finally here...
