Song Qinghuan paused while holding the tea bowl, lowered his eyes, and pondered over Queen Mother Jiang's words over and over again.
When it comes to courtiers, it is rare for them to be involved in the affairs of the court, so this should not be accepted casually, as it may lead to interference in politics.
Song Qinghuan thought about the reason and said cautiously after a while: "We are shamelessly relying on the Queen Mother's favor."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Jingtong laughed out loud: "It's just you who are shameless, but I'm not shameless."
Song Qinghuan raised her eyes and saw Xiao Jingtong's eyes full of disgust. She frowned, then lowered her eyebrows and refused to answer.
Xiao Jingtong would not hate someone for no reason, and it was sudden.
Song Qinghuan thought of what happened when this little girl ran away from home because Xiao Ci was going to marry a new princess, and she guessed that someone was gossiping behind her back and saying some unkind things about herself.
I sighed helplessly and didn't say anything else.
Empress Dowager Jiang scolded: "You little girl is getting more and more unruly."
Although he was scolding, there was a smile on his face.
Xiao Jingtong snorted softly, and threw herself into the Empress Dowager Jiang's arms with her short legs: "Does the Imperial Grandmother like Tong'er? She always likes to scold Tong'er recently."
"You little brat..." Empress Dowager Jiang chuckled and rubbed Xiao Jingtong's little head lovingly: "You have been growing up next to the Ai family since you were a child. The Ai family doesn't like who you like..."
The grandfather and grandson were talking to each other, but Song Qinghuan couldn't get a word in, so he simply kept silent.
Empress Dowager Jiang never mentioned anything about the incident in the court.
He only kept Song Qinghuan for lunch as usual, gave her some food, and then let her go.
Song Qinghuan stepped out of the gate of Cining Palace and felt light all over her body. Although the heavy snow had not stopped, her mood was no longer so depressed.
Queen Mother Jiang seemed to be a kind old lady, but she was also a fierce and decisive person.
Ten days ago, Song Qinghuan had seen this. Just because a palace official broke a tea bowl, he was dragged down and beaten to death.
This is a warning to Song Qinghuan, to the Song family, and to those who block her path to hegemony.
After waiting at the gate of Cining Palace for a short while, the carriage drove over, and it was the same little eunuch from the morning.
Ta Xue jumped off the carriage, moved the pedals and put them away. Just as he was helping Song Qinghuan get into the carriage, a childish voice came from behind.
"I don't know what the Imperial Grandmother thinks, but a girl from the Marquis Mansion can also enter the palace in a carriage."
The words are full of sarcasm.
Song Qinghuan paused, turned around, looked at Xiao Jingtong, and said with a smile, "Sister Tong, what's going on? You used to call me Sister Song, but these days, you get a little angry when you see me."
She got off the footstool and walked to Xiao Jingtong, squatting down to look at her level with a slight smile on her face.
Xiao Jingtong was only about four or five years old. He was wearing a red fox fur cloak, with two small hairdos, and an angry look on his face. He didn't look ferocious at all, but rather made him look more adorable.
"Who would be willing to be your sister?"
The little girl said angrily and thought Song Qinghuan was blocking the way forward, so she stretched out her hand and pushed him.
Song Qinghuan was already crouching down, her center of gravity was unstable, but the little girl deliberately pushed her down into the snow.
Texue hurriedly stepped forward to help Song Qinghuan up. Although he knew he shouldn't argue with the little girl, his face didn't look good.
Xiao Jingtong didn't realize there was anything wrong with what he did, and just scolded Song Qinghuan: "What a disgusting liar."
Song Qinghuan stood up and patted the scum stained on his body, frowned, and asked: "The little princess has such a temper. I don't know who she is. She's disgusting on the one hand, and liar on the other. I don't know where I offended you."
eyes."
"Before you are sentenced, you have to go to trial first."
Xiao Jingtong was not a tolerant person, and he had been angry for a long time. Song Qinghuan was agitated, and then he said angrily: "You, you are a liar, a scheming liar, whether you are close to me or
There is a purpose for getting close to my father. I hate you..."
After saying that, he stepped forward and gave Song Qinghuan a push, and then turned around and entered the Cining Palace in embarrassment.
The heavy snow still didn't stop. Xiao Jingtong was dressed in a bright red cloak and ran very fast on his short legs. He disappeared from sight after a while.
Song Qinghuan frowned more and more, becoming more and more sure that someone was saying something in front of Xiao Jingtong. She pursed her lips and then turned around and got into the carriage again.
But I was thinking that the next time I saw Xiao Ci, I might have to talk to him about Sister Tong.
Sister Tong is young, and her temperament is undecided, and she cannot tell right from wrong. If she has people gossiping around her all day long, her temper will be distorted sooner or later.
Song Qinghuan felt very depressed, and the feeling of relief that she had just left Cining Palace completely disappeared.
Texue followed Song Qinghuan into the carriage. Seeing that her face was not good, she did not dare to speak. She just lowered her head and didn't know what to think.
The carriage left the palace and moved slower and slower.
The snow on the streets is getting thicker and thicker, and carriages driving on it are afraid of getting stuck or skidding.
When they passed through Liuzhu Street, Song Qinghuan told the eunuch driving the carriage to go to the Dianzhuang Pavilion.
The eunuch responded with a shout, turned the corner and drove the car to the door of the makeup pavilion.
Although it was snowing heavily outside, there were still many people in the make-up pavilion, all of whom had ordered rouge, gouache, and skin care cream, and came to pick them up when the time came.
Those who came were all servants from various families, and there were no distinguished guests.
Song Qinghuan had just stood in the shop when a familiar voice came from behind him.
"Oh, I finally found a place to sit for a while."
The person who came was none other than Chen Er, who had a very good relationship with Song Youyu in the past.
It's the twelfth lunar month of winter, and there's heavy snow outside. This guy isn't even wearing a cloak. He's wearing only a long coat, and he's holding a folding fan in his hand.
Song Qinghuan looked him up and down and couldn't help but laugh: "What kind of song are you singing? It's nondescript."
Chen Er glared, then softened his expression and said: "Sister Song, you don't know how to appreciate this. Every girl in the building said that I am well-dressed and elegant..."
Song Qinghuan asked: "Are you cold?"
Chen Ersheng paused and chuckled: "It's a bit cold, but girls don't like it."
"You must be sick." Song Qinghuan glanced at him and went to the back hall.
Chen Er shamelessly followed up and said with a smile: "Sister Song, I see that your sister and Mrs. Hou have gone to the south of the city to give out porridge and food. Why didn't you go?"
Before Song Qinghuan finished speaking, he added: "Sister Song, let me remind you that there are several ruined temples in the south of the city, where many beggars live, and the second girl looks outstanding, so it would be bad if some bad guy takes a liking to her."
