Horse hooves pacing, particularly eye-catching in this early morning.
Xiao Ci was afraid that Xiao Wei's men had not yet withdrawn, so he took a small path and entered the official road.
Song Qinghuan tugged on the clothes on both sides of Xiao Ci's waist, but was embarrassed to keep his waist as he did last time.
Not long after this trip, the horse almost threw her off when she was passing through a steep place.
Xiao Ci grabbed her hand and put it around his waist, and laughed at her: "I'm not afraid of being eaten by you, so what are you afraid of?"
"How could I be afraid?"
Song Qinghuan said in a dull voice: "I'm afraid your clothes will dirty my face."
"You know, the rouge and gouache in Dianzhuang Pavilion are all made with money, and they are not something ordinary people can afford."
Xiao Ci laughed: "Then the money on your face is nowhere to be seen."
The hearty laughter dispersed in the wind, and the horse walked slowly out of the forest and entered the official road, and then calmed down.
Qianfo Mountain is some distance away from Yipinju, so Xiao Ci sent her to a crowded place ahead and woke her up.
The soft sedan has been prepared a long time ago. They are all his people, so I am not afraid.
Song Qinghuan stayed up all night and woke up in Xiao Ci's arms in a daze, with a few silver threads hanging on her lips.
He raised his hazy eyes and said to Xiao Ci: "Why don't you just send me to Yipinju instead of forcing me to go through all the trouble."
Xiao Ci reached out to wipe the silver thread from her lips and said with a smile, "You don't want this reputation anymore?"
If it was last night, they would have sent him off while the night was dark and windy. But at this time, the two of them came out from the bottom of Qianfo Mountain. The sky had already brightened up, and the market had also started early. If they could send people off in an honest way,
In the past, she was not allowed to drown in the saliva of those idle people.
Song Qinghuan hadn't woken up yet, so she probably knew what Xiao Ci meant. She nodded in response and rubbed his chest again.
After a pause, he suddenly said again: "Don't you think you really look like my father?"
After saying that, he quickly got off the horse, got into the soft sedan, lifted the sedan curtain and made a face at Xiao Ci.
Xiao Ci's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he said angrily: "Get away, don't let me see you, or you will look good next time."
The soft sedan set off towards Yipinju, and her hearty laughter could still be heard from a long distance away.
Xiao Ci sat on the horse for a while, until the soft sedan disappeared around the corner, then he looked back and headed towards Prince Rui's Mansion under the horse's belly.
He was a food escort and had stayed in Liaodong for such a long time. This time he came back first before the army came back. But after all, he came back with good news and had to go back to his hometown to clean up and return to the palace.
Prince Rui's Mansion was brightly lit all night last night.
At this time, the two young masters who entered the palace had not yet gotten up, but Chun Niang had come to greet him early in the morning. While taking off his cloak, she said: "Master, the fragrant soup has been prepared, and the clothes for entering the palace are also ready."
It's been tidied up and breakfast is ready. Would you like to take a bath or eat first?"
There was a touch of ambergris in the room, and Xiao Ci sat on the rosewood carved armchair. He didn't answer, but stretched out his hand to press his temples. After a while, he raised his head, took the tea bowl at the right temperature, and took a sip.
Then he said: "Let Chu Han come to see me."
Chuhan had been waiting for him for a long time, and after receiving the order, he came forward to say hello with little effort.
Xiao Ci's bowl of tea had reached the bottom, and Chun Niang refilled it before exiting and following the instructions.
Chuhan did not follow him when he went to Liaodong, but got another mission to go to Lizhou.
Xiao Ci's letters are sent to Kyoto every five days, and letters from Kyoto are also sent to Liaodong every five days. However, what is said in the letter is limited, and what is known is only a rough idea. Now that I have returned to Beijing, I am still worried.
When Chuhan came, I asked him carefully.
After Chu Han finished the matter, he explained the whole story in detail, and finally said: "Last time, I sent a letter to me, but I didn't reply, so the matter has been shelved."
Xiao Ci responded, and the tea in the tea bowl reached the bottom again, so he simply put the tea bowl down, and then said: "I know this matter well, so I don't need to pay attention to it for the time being."
After a pause, he said again: "What happened to Yipinju yesterday?"
Chuhan lowered his head and said more respectfully: "It's a concubine of the king of Yi, named Rushuang. She used to serve beside Concubine Yao."
Then he asked, "Do you have any instructions?"
Xiao Ci held his head and thought for a while, then asked: "What do you call a pair with Xiao Wei's flesh and blood?"
"Back to your lord, yes."
Xiao Ci nodded, raised his legs and then said: "The flesh of a bad person is too harmful to the body. I remember that the girl from the Song family has a spice that can cause sores on people's faces. Just go and steal it..."
Early cold...
Therefore, there is no way of knowing when the spice was lost in Song Qinghuan's house. We only know that within a few days, there was a rumor from the palace of Yi that people were looking for miraculous people. It was said that the most favored concubine around Xiao Wei, the king of Yi, had sores on her face.
, it is difficult to see people.
At that time, Song Qinghuan got the news, and was surprised that it was like having sores on both sides at the right time, which was very satisfying.
That day Song Qinghuan was sent back to Yipinju by Xiao Ci's people, and because he had made arrangements earlier, nothing happened. Except for the person involved, no one else knew what happened that night.
But Song Qinghuan remembered Xiao Wei's hatred.
I spent several days behind closed doors tinkering with medicinal materials, and wasted batch after batch.
Xiao Ci did not climb through the door of the Song family again at night. During the day, he quietly sneaked into the pharmacy of the Dianzhuang Pavilion, crossed his legs and said with a smile: "It is said that only villains and women are difficult to raise. This is what they say."
It’s not fake at all.”
Song Qinghuan kept his hands on the ground, pounding the prepared medicinal materials, and said: "There is a saying in this world that women's hearts are the most poisonous. Xiao Wei challenged my bottom line again and again. I just let him
It would be polite to cut off one's descendants."
Xiao Ci jerked his face and twitched again and again, but couldn't say another word.
These days, a man who has no descendants is equivalent to a useless person. Is this polite? Then what is rude?
Xiao Ci often ran to Song Qinghuan's place, but he hid his whereabouts so well that no one would know that Song Qinghuan and Xiao Ci were acquaintances.
No matter how well you hide it, you can't hide it from the people around you.
Chun Niang once pointedly compared her own flowers and plants, saying: "These peonies and orchids must be raised in separate pots. If they are placed in one place, they will not grow well. The flowers are delicate."
, grass has the toughness of grass."
Why didn't Xiao Ci understand the meaning of these words? He turned the tea bowl in his hand and looked at Chun Niang with a half-smile, which made Chun Niang's scalp numb. Then he chuckled and said, "Chun Niang, you
I am only twenty-two years old now. Although I am a little older at this age, I can still get it if I match someone else."
This was the intention to give up. Chun Niang's knees softened and she knelt down. Knowing that she had touched Xiao Ci's skin, she kept saying: "I'm thinking of you too. It's not been easy for me since I was a child. Everything has been difficult."
You can't risk your future just for the sake of your children's affair."
The daughter of the Song family is a lifeline for the royal children, but she is also a hot potato.
