Before he could move, Xiao Ci reached out and grabbed him.
Song Qinghuan blinked at him and smiled again: "What is Uncle Jiu doing? Are you trying to stop me from helping the world and saving people?"
Xiao Ci really lost to Song Qinghuan's shameless energy.
He reached out and tapped her, gritted his teeth and said, "Song Qinghuan, you are becoming more and more capable."
He couldn't seriously watch Song Qinghuan take off her clothes and protect a child in her arms in front of so many people.
Although it was to save people, if she spread the word to someone who was interested, she would probably drown her in saliva.
Song Qinghuan did not take his threat seriously at all, and smiled with a pursed lips: "Then, should Uncle Jiu save this child, or should I?"
Xiao Ci looked at Song Qinghuan's sly eyes and was so angry that he wanted to punish her.
At that moment, he had to swallow his breath and gritted his teeth and said: "I will save you."
He was really afraid that he would not follow the hook, and this little girl could really take off her clothes and stick to her flesh to save the child.
Therefore, Xiao Ci, who was defeated, held the child close to his chest, protected him in his arms, and directed the troops of the five cities to do what he did.
Xiao Ci has been working in the Military and Horse Division of the Five Cities for many years. He is just a casual errand. Taking advantage of his status as King Rui, he spends three days fishing and two days drying nets, so he is not a serious errand.
Although the people in the Wucheng Military and Horse Division did not work with him every day, they had gotten along with him for many years.
Seeing him like this, someone immediately laughed: "Your Majesty, how many months is this baby in your belly? When will you give birth? When the baby is born, you can invite us to have a full moon wine."
It was originally freezing and snowy, and people's hands and feet were numb from the cold. If someone laughed, the rest of the people would laugh as well.
Xiao Ci's face turned pale and he glanced at him: "Talk less and do more."
Song Qinghuan, standing aside wrapped in a cloak, also smiled and narrowed his eyes. He tilted his head and looked like Xiao Ci was also cheering: "Uncle Jiu, when you give birth, you must send me a post. I will definitely give you a big gift."
After saying that, he returned the favor and touched the little baby's hand that was hidden inside through the thick cloak.
Xiao Ci looked at her sideways and saw that this little girl was as cunning as a little fox. He was silent for a long time, and then suddenly said with a hint: "There will be such a day."
Along one road, several houses collapsed, the most serious one being the Dao family.
After cleaning up the ruins, except for the couple who died, there were luckily no casualties.
The little baby was kept warm in Xiao Ci's arms for more than half an hour before it let out a cat-like cry.
Song Qinghuan checked the child again. Seeing that nothing serious happened, he took off his cloak and wrapped the child. After thinking for a while, he said to Xiao Ci: "Uncle Jiu, this child's parents are gone, and his grandparents also don't know what's going on for a while."
Well, if we just let it go, our lives today may not be saved tomorrow."
Xiao Ci straightened his clothes, without even looking at Song Qinghuan, and said bluntly: "I don't have a princess to take charge of the palace. Even if I take the child back, I won't be able to provide for him. It's up to you to decide."
"Uncle Jiu..." Before Song Qinghuan could express the little thoughts in his stomach, he asked Xiao Ci to stop him with a sentence, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
It was still snowing outside, but there was no sympathy for the two lives that had just been taken away.
Seeing that it was getting late, Xiao Ci brought the horse over and said, "I'll take you back."
Song Qinghuan held the child, looked at Xiao Ci pitifully, and said, "Uncle Jiu, do you really not consider taking this child back to raise him for two days?"
Xiao Ci said coldly: "Don't consider it, it's not my child and I'm not interested."
A hint of impatience appeared on his face again: "Do you want to get on the horse? If not, I will leave first."
Seeing that he was really unhappy, Song Qinghuan curled her lips and stopped talking. She only wrapped the child tightly in her cloak and then struggled to get on the horse again.
As soon as she was seated securely, Xiao Ci turned over immediately.
The black cloak covered her tightly from top to bottom. For a moment, everything in front of her was dark, and she could only hear the whistles of several soldiers and horses from the Five Cities.
Xiao Ci's expression did not change, he pulled the reins and rode away.
The little baby in her arms kept humming for fear of being hungry. Song Qinghuan hugged and coaxed her for a while, and then a burst of laughter came from above her head.
"why are you laughing?"
Her back was pressed against Xiao Ci's chest, and her cloak blocked the wind and snow outside. Song Qinghuan's cheeks were slightly warm, making the laughter make her feel uncomfortable.
Xiao Ci's horse walked leisurely on the road, but it hugged Song Qinghuan and the child tightly. He said: "You are a big girl and you really like children."
The corner of her lips curled up and she smiled again: "Sister Tong likes you too."
"I'm kind-hearted and kind, so what's wrong with liking children?" Song Qinghuan asked.
But when Xiao Jingtong was mentioned, he couldn't help but frown and said to Xiao, "How many gossipy mothers are there around Sister Tong?"
"I don't know if she has been instigated by others recently. She has always been hostile to me. Today she even quarreled with me in the palace, calling me a liar."
"What did I lie to her about? What could she possibly want me to lie to?"
Xiao Ci pursed his lips, but did not answer. He only said: "Although the Queen Mother is showing favor to you now, you must not be careless."
"Of course I know." Song Qinghuan told Xiao Ci that he had gone astray in just one sentence and did not mention Xiao Jingtong's matter at the moment.
The horses walked leisurely to Goldfish Lane, and the wind and snow finally showed signs of stopping.
Xiao Ci jumped off the horse first and then helped Song Qinghuan down.
Song Qinghuan was still protecting the child in her arms and did not stay outside for too long. She stamped her numb feet and thanked him before entering the house.
Xiao Ci grabbed her and wanted to say something, but for a moment he didn't know where to start, so he finally took off his cloak and put it on for her.
Then he said: "There is no need to send it to me. I will pick it up when I am free at night."
Saying this, without waiting for Song Qinghuan's response, he quickly got on his horse and left.
"If you come to pick it up at night, you can do other things besides climbing through the window." Song Qinghuan muttered, and walked quickly into the house with the little baby in his arms.
Although Song Qinghuan brought the child back, he still handed it over to Xiao Yunshi casually.
She likes children, but she likes those who are as old as Xiao Jingtong, well-spoken and lovable.
This child has not been here for a hundred days. He only knows how to eat, drink, and defecate, and it is very hard to take care of him.
Xiao Yun was very happy. The Song family had not had a child for many years. As soon as she took it from Song Qinghuan, she immediately prepared the warm water for bathing with the maid and her mother-in-law. She also asked people to find the clothes that Song Youyu wore when he was a child.
Her courtyard suddenly became lively, and Song Qinghuan and Song Qingyan had no place to stand.
The two sisters looked alike for a moment before going back together.
Song Qinghuan still remembered that Song Qingyan had an injury on his hand, so he said: "Go and sit at my place, I will give you some medicine and wipe it on your hand."
Song Qingyan didn't refuse either.
When the two sisters entered Lan Yue Pavilion, they felt warm all over. Song Qinghuan took out a handful of gold-creating medicines that he had been tinkering with on weekdays. He picked the two best ones and gave them to Song Qingyan. He also fetched water to clean her hands and applied them on her hands.
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Song Qingyan was absent-minded, and after a while she sighed softly and asked Song Qinghuan: "Sister, are you really good at medicine?"
