The Yun family holds military power and is the mother-in-law of the Yun family's daughter. If they want to compete for the throne, the Yun family would like to win over everyone, but what if they want to be alone?
The Song family can't even get involved.
The tea bowl in Xiao Ci's hand flew out and hit the edge of the door. It fell apart in an instant. The remaining tea splashed on the door coffin, dyeing it dark color.
He said: "Since you have followed me since childhood, you also know that I don't want anyone to question my decision. You, too..."
From that day on, Chun Niang never appeared in front of Xiao Ci again.
Everyone in Prince Rui's Mansion was tight-lipped, and no one spread the word about this matter. It was Xiao Jingtong who ran to Xiao Ci a few times, but strangely didn't see Chun Niang, so he asked.
Xiao Ci was combing Xiao Jingtong's hair with a carved yellow pear comb. Hearing this, he said, "She made a mistake that she shouldn't have made, and she's going to receive the punishment."
Xiao Jingtong was young, but his brain was very flexible. He rolled his eyes and asked, "Father, the girl from the Yu family is dead, are you going to marry a new princess again?"
Xiao Jingchuan, who was sitting beside him practicing calligraphy, raised his head, glanced at Xiao Ci with an unclear look, and lowered his head again to go about his own business.
It took a while before I heard Xiao Ci say: "Father, can you find a powerful princess for you? One who will deal with anyone who disobeys?"
"No." Xiao Jingtong didn't want Xiao Ci to comb his hair, and with half of his hair in disarray, he hurriedly jumped out of his arms and threw himself into Xiao Jingchuan's arms.
"Then if I obey, won't she also deal with me? No, no..."
It has to be said that although Xiao Ci did not fulfill his responsibilities as a father, he was still a good father and tried his best to make his children accept the fact that they would be the new princess in the future.
But before he could usher in this day, Song Qinghuan ushered in Wei Yutang.
In the last two days of October, the first snowfall of the year fell in Kyoto, and overnight, the entire Kyoto was covered in a layer of silver frost.
When Wei Yutang appeared in Yipinju wrapped in a black fox cloak, Song Qinghuan was startled. He stared at the person for a while and then said in surprise: "Brother Wei, why are you here?"
The snowflakes on his hair melted away as soon as he entered the house, making him wet. Taxue smiled and stepped forward to help Wei Yutang take off his cloak, and then handed him a clean cloth.
"There's nothing going on in Lizhou, so I just wanted to come to the capital to have a look."
Wei Yutang warmed himself by the brazier for a while and got rid of the coldness on his body, then sat down opposite Song Qinghuan.
He lowered his eyes and smiled: "I knew you were here."
It's much easier to see her in Yipinju than in the Song family. In the Song family, everything must be done according to the rules, even if they meet, they can't say more than two words.
Song Qing smiled happily and hurriedly asked Texue to bring some ginger soup first and then some food.
Then he asked: "How long will Wei Sange stay in Kyoto temporarily?"
At the beginning of August, Wei Yutang also went to Beijing once, firstly to send Mid-Autumn Festival gifts to various families, and secondly to see Song Qinghuan.
Because there was a distance between Lizhou and Kyoto, he had to rush back to Lizhou to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with his family, so he only stayed in the capital for two or three days and then left. That's why Song Qinghuan asked this question.
But when Wei Yutang heard these words, his meaning changed again. He curled his lips and chuckled: "It's more than last time. It can last seven or eight days."
Song Qinghuan responded in response, but didn't say anything. However, he felt that the atmosphere of silence was a bit uncomfortable, so he added: "It's a pity that the day is not good now. Otherwise, I could stay for seven or eight days, and I could also walk around."
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"It doesn't matter." Wei Yutang said, "When I came here, my fourth brother and sister asked me to bring a letter to you."
After saying that, he took out the mailbox from his arms and handed it to Song Qinghuan with both hands.
The old man of the Wei family has passed away, and everyone in the Wei family has to observe mourning for three years. Wei Xiuming's original plan to get married this autumn can no longer be fulfilled.
When the old man was seriously ill, Wei Xiuming rushed back to Lizhou with his wife and children. He stayed there every day, hoping that the old man could survive the autumn. Who knew that he could not even survive the Dragon Boat Festival.
Zhang Yunwei went to Lizhou and sent letters to Song Qinghuan from time to time. In addition to letters, he also sent something else each time.
It had been a long time this time, and I didn't expect that Wei Yutang would only bring a letter and nothing else.
Song Qinghuan took the letter and saw that there was no signature on the mailbox, and he looked strangely like Wei Yutang.
Seeing Wei Yutang's open face, he didn't ask any more questions and just stuffed the mailbox into the account book beside him.
Wei Yutang saw that she was not in a hurry, so his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.
Texue brought some ginger soup and some easily melted food before he left.
Song Qinghuan was speechless for a while, so he asked Wei Yutang to warm up his body with some ginger soup and have snacks for tea.
Wei Yutang was not as polite as her. The weather was already cold, and the journey from Lizhou to Kyoto was not pleasant. He could not eat well on the way, and it was also very cold.
The two of them sat opposite each other, one elegantly eating snacks and the other absentmindedly drinking scented tea.
It wasn't until Wei Yutang was full that he broke the silence in the room.
He took the handkerchief from his arms and wiped his mouth, then folded the handkerchief and stuffed it into his arms. He took a sip of tea and asked, "Are you free tomorrow?"
Song Qinghuan looked up at him with a confused look on his face.
Wei Yutang said: "I heard that the beautiful mountains in Kyoto are already covered with ice hangings. In previous years, I heard from my friends about the grand scene there. I am lucky enough to be in Beijing this year, and I would like to see it. I wonder if you have time?"
Are you looking at ice hangings on a day like this?
Song Qinghuan subconsciously wanted to refuse. After all, she couldn't appreciate such things that literati thought were elegant. Moreover, it was very cold no matter whether it would snow tomorrow or not. If she had the time, she might as well go to a teahouse and kowtow by the brazier.
Holding melon seeds, I heard that Shu Xianer was talking about stories in the book.
But just when I wanted to refuse, I saw Wei Yutang's face full of expectation. At the end, he circled around again and nodded in agreement: "Okay, I have never been to Mount Li before."
Wei Yutang was overjoyed and suddenly felt the stone falling to the ground. He smiled and said, "Then I will send a carriage to pick you up tomorrow."
Song Qinghuan nodded casually, receiving a few hellos, and seeing that Wei Yutang didn't look too good, he asked him to go back and rest first, sent him out of Yipinju, and then went to his director's house.
Thinking that he was going to see Binghang tomorrow, he told Taxue to remember to look for some thick clothes. After he continued the explanation, he remembered the letter Zhang Yunwei asked Wei Yutang to send.
He stood up and walked to the desk, took out the mailbox from the account book, cut the letter open with a knife, and scanned it once, then his expression changed, and he went back to read it carefully from beginning to end.
Texue was waiting on the side. Seeing that Song Qinghuan looked wrong, he asked: "What's wrong with the girl? What did the letter say?"
Song Qinghuan quickly folded up the letter, found a fire fold and burned it along with the letter box, and then said through gritted teeth: "They are all goods that will annihilate their descendants.
