Song Qinghuan had no talent for appreciating paintings, so he couldn't see any signs of it.
But Song Qingyan could tell at a glance that this painting was not the same one he had done in Lishan that day.
It's not that the words Xiao Citi mentioned are missing, but that the artistic conception in this painting is completely different from that of that day.
Song Qinghuan heard her voice and came over to take a look: "What's wrong with this painting?"
Song Qingyan smiled: "It's nothing. What did I think it was? It turned out to be the one painted by my future brother-in-law."
As she rolled up the scroll, she felt strange.
Song Qinghuan and Wei Yutang were really close to each other. One had to ask himself what to write when delivering a letter, while the other sent paintings that were copied.
Song Qingyan kept these words in her heart without saying a word. Thinking of the excited look on Wei Yutang's face just now, she couldn't tell what she felt.
I don't know whether I should be happy or sad for these two people.
As expected, Wei Yutang was going back to Lizhou the next day, so Xiaoyun asked his servants to send many local specialties from Kyoto to him as gifts early in the morning.
Wei Yutang went to the Song family to thank him once, and wanted to take a look at Song Qinghuan sitting behind the screen, but he didn't get the chance.
On the contrary, when he was leaving the house, he saw a smiling Song Qingyan.
Suddenly I felt happy, and when I saw no one around, I took out a box and gave it to her: "I didn't see your sister, please help me pass it to her."
Song Qingyan looked at him funny, thinking deliberately: "It's easy to give things to my sister, but Brother Wei, you have to fawn over me too."
Wei Yutang laughed, stretched out his hand and tapped her: "Okay."
When he raised his eyes, he saw that the woman in the courtyard was in full bloom and said, "Just wait."
After saying that, he went down the stairs and picked out a plum blossom that was in full bloom.
"The plum blossoms are three cents whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms."
**The flowers were blooming just right, and they were looking pretty when leaning on the branches. The petals were occasionally exposed, and a burst of plum fragrance hit her nostrils, which caught Song Qingyan's mind.
She took it from Wei Yutang's hand with a smile and said with a playful smile: "My future brother-in-law knows what I mean."
The word "brother-in-law" made Wei Yutang so excited that he didn't even hear the word "future".
He smiled heartily again and said generously: "I still have a good Duan Inkstone somewhere. When I get back to Lizhou, I will ask someone to bring it over for you."
Song Qingyan's eyes were shining, and she was not polite and responded repeatedly: "Then thank you, brother-in-law."
A plum blossom won over Song Qingyan, and the words "brother-in-law" also said that Wei Yutang was in a good mood.
When the box of silk candy was delivered to Song Qinghuan, Song Qingyan shouted "brother-in-law" to the left and "brother-in-law" to the right.
Song Qinghuan picked one up and put it in his mouth. He felt it was a little too sweet, so he bit it into pieces and ate it.
He lowered his head and folded the account book sent by the makeup pavilion, and said: "You are a heartless thing. How much money can a plum blossom be worth? There is a big one in my mother's yard. You can pick it anytime, even if it is bald, it will be fine."
Nothing is so strange."
Song Qingyan and Song Qinghuan didn't have any common interests at all. When she heard what she said, her face suddenly darkened and she carefully handed the plum blossom to Siqin.
He said angrily: "What do you know? It is not the valuable things in this world that make people happy. This is called doing what I like..."
Song Qinghuan paused with the abacus beads in his hand, raised his head after thinking about it, and Song Qingyan said after a while: "I think you were born by my father, and I was born by my mother."
Although Song Qingyan has been with Xiaoyun since she was a child, she still follows Song Wende in her heart.
Song Wende liked poetry, calligraphy and painting, and Song Qingyan also liked it.
In the early years, Xiaoyun didn't know whether she liked it or not. After all, she couldn't do anything without money now, and the same was true for Song Qinghuan.
Song Qingyan tilted her head as she digested Song Qinghuan's words, and felt that they were serious. Then she smiled and said, "Then I have to ask my mother if she hugged me wrongly."
Wei Yutang had only been away from Beijing for four or five days, and Princess Rouzhen, who was in seclusion in the palace, sent a letter to Song Qinghuan, telling her to remember the winter solstice appointment.
The injuries on Song Qinghuan's body looked more and more scary in the first few days, but after five or six days, they were all healed.
Because of the cold weather last time, Xiaoyun didn't allow her to run out all day, so she was detained for a few days.
After receiving Princess Rouzhen's letter, she felt relieved and felt that she could finally find a way to go out for some air.
Immediately, he replied to Princess Rouzhen's letter, and then ordered Tuxue Xunmei to find the clothes to be worn on the winter solstice, iron those that needed to be ironed, and incense those that needed to be incense.
There are still several days before the winter solstice, so now that I have ironed and smoked my clothes, I have to iron and smoke them again on the first day before going out.
After receiving the instruction, Tuxue Xunmei smiled and said, "Young lady, you must be holding yourself back."
Song Qinghuan did not deny that she had never lived a life without leaving the door since she was a child. At that time, she had not enough to eat and was used to following her master around all day long. Now she does not like to be confined every day.
at home.
In the past, I could always go out through Yipinjutong's dressing room, but Xiaoyun's family has been restrained these days, and she didn't even say that she wanted to go out, but she was really bored.
Song Qinghuan listened to Texue's reminder that day and knew that if she really wanted to marry Wei Yutang, she would have to restrain herself from now on.
Although the Wei family is a scholarly family, it may not necessarily be clean on the inside, but after all, it is a respectable family and they don't like women in the family to be exposed to the public.
Song Qinghuan has set his attitude very clearly and knows what he should and shouldn't do.
After meeting Xiao Ci that night when she returned from Lishan, Song Qinghuan had never seen him again. What she didn't know was that Xiao Ci came every day.
There were still a few days before the winter solstice, so Song Qinghuan had nothing to do, so she picked up a book and went to the packed west wing to tinker with her medicinal materials.
No matter what you do, sometimes you mix some balm or skin care ointment and ask a few maids to put it on and play with it; sometimes when the mood strikes, you mix some poison or other medicines.
Two days before the winter solstice, Song Dashan, who went to Lizhou, sent a letter back and wrote down the details of Wei Xiuming's mess in the letter.
Song Qinghuan opened the letter and read it, his eyes turned cold and he sneered.
Neither Wei Xiuming nor the pregnant maid is a good person.
He still lit the letter and saw that it was burned to ashes, so he said to Tuxue: "Let him do it cleanly and don't let anyone find any clues."
Texue left in response, and when he came back, there was a look of worry on his face.
Song Qinghuan looked at her, and before she could ask any questions, Texue sent all the people waiting in the room out, closed the doors and windows tightly, and came to Song Qinghuan's side, saying in a low voice: "The palace just sent another news, saying that someone from the court was
They were discussing the establishment of a crown prince, and the Queen Mother got angry...
