Chapter 192 The small county master enters the mansion
Who wants to have a daughter with you?" Song Qinghuan's cheeks turned crimson and she didn't even dare to look at Xiao Ci.
Xiao Ci said shamelessly: "Then, do you want to have a son?"
"Although a son is not as lovable as a daughter, you can have whatever you like."
"The best thing is to have a bunch of babies, one in the arms, one in the hand, and one running in front. Now that Sister Tong and Brother Chuan have grown up, each of them can look after one. Do you think it's enough?"
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"That's enough for you." Song Qinghuan stretched out his hand to push away Xiao Ci's head, which was getting closer, and shrank back to the corner of the couch, trying his best to hide his whole body in the shadows so that Xiao Ci wouldn't notice the slightest bit of shame.
Cursing in his mouth, he said: "You plotted against me like this and almost caused my reputation to be lost. If I still have sons or daughters, I should give up my descendants."
Speaking of plotting, Song Qinghuan became even more excited. At the palace banquet on New Year's Eve, the person being plotted was clearly not Xiao Ci, but himself.
He added: "You are so good at acting, why don't you set up a stage to sing? With your excellent singing and writing skills, you must be a good actor."
Xiao Ci knew why Song Qing was angry, and he didn't get angry even if he scolded her, so he immediately raised his eyebrows.
He said: "How can I hold up a show by myself? Speaking of which, it's all thanks to Madam. If it weren't for your good cooperation, Madam, how could I have won the beauty back so easily?"
Seeing Song Qinghuan glaring over fiercely, he curved the corners of his lips, pointed at his lips, and then at his neck.
If Song Qinghuan hadn't bit him angrily that day, scratched his neck a few times, and asked someone else to trust him to do something ridiculous, he might not have been so smooth. He asked Empress Dowager Jiang to hurry up Emperor Chengxing.
Married.
Song Qinghuan also remembered what happened that day, and when he asked him to signal like this, he blushed with anger, puffed out his cheeks, and said nothing.
Xiao Ci saw that she was really angry, but he couldn't bear to let her go. He calmed his expression and called out: "Qing Huan."
Song Qinghuan ignored it.
He called out again: "Madam..."
He called several times in succession, but Song Qinghuan didn't even give him any charity out of the corner of his eye.
He showed a pitiful look and sighed softly: "What can I do? If I clean the offended man, he will be able to live happily as a husband when he is carried through the door."
Song Qinghuan is right. He is such an excellent singer and composer, so it would be a pity not to act on stage.
Song Qinghuan endured it again and again, but finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and spat: "Get out..."
Seeing that she finally reacted, Xiao Ci couldn't help but laugh again: "The day of Qin Tianjian has been chosen, so prepare well for your marriage. On the right day, I, the sixteenth king, will carry a big sedan to welcome you in."
Without waiting for Song Qinghuan to say anything else, he quickly kissed her lips like a dragonfly, and said with a smile: "Of course, I think your grass is a bit old and not easy to chew, but since I pulled your grass
, I have to take some responsibility, so I just have to compromise..."
"Xiao Ci..." A pillow flew out from the warm tent, mixed with Song Qing's joyful and angry voice.
Xiao Ci dodged away, laughed loudly, and left Lan Yue Pavilion at a very fast speed.
He climbed out of the courtyard wall of Lanyue Pavilion, and when he turned around, he saw Song Qinghuan standing at the window coffin, stamping his feet in anger, and couldn't help but curl his lips and smile.
Chun Niang, wrapped in a cloak, saw Xiao Ci coming out of the Song family's mansion, she quickly lowered her eyes and followed him quickly.
Keeping a distance of less than one foot from Xiao Ci, he lowered his voice and said, "Your Majesty, the jade seal has been found."
Xiao Ci was obviously in a good mood. He took long strides with his feet, his eyes and brows were filled with smiles, and he said casually: "We'll talk about it when we get home."
Chun Niang, who was following closely behind, paused. She endured it but still couldn't hold it back. She hurriedly chased after her and said in a soft voice: "Both the Yun family and the Song family are related."
Xiao Ci's striding steps suddenly stopped, and the smile that stained the corners of his eyes and eyebrows disappeared instantly...
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On the third day after the imperial decree of marriage was issued, the Qintian Supervisor chose the sixth day of September and sent the palace officials to the Song family so that the Song family could watch the date and prepare for the wedding.
Song Qinghuan was about to prepare for Yanwen to go to Tongzhou to open a makeup pavilion for the same brand. When the day came for Qin Tianjian, Xiaoyun would control everything tightly and would not let her take care of anything in the shop.
Son.
The auspicious day of the sixth day of September seems to last for more than half a year, but if you really think about it, the time is quite tight.
Song Qinghuan was married for the second time, but the Song family had no intention of taking it lightly.
Naturally, the wedding dress that was first worn into the Yiwang Palace cannot be worn again, and the mattresses, noodles, pillows, and seasonal clothes must also be prepared again.
Song Qinghuan has never been very good at being a prostitute. When she married Xiao Wei, she was so happy that she forced herself to embroider all the dowry.
But now Xiao Ci is even worse than Xiao Wei in the eyes of the Song family, and if they want her to have a serious embroidered dowry, I'm afraid it will be impossible.
Xiaoyun didn't intend to ask her to embroider all those things herself. The wedding dress was just like anything else, so she just invited the embroiderer to come. But after all, it was a marriage, and she had to be thoughtful about it, so she lost her right
The pillowcase is from Song Qinghuan.
He was not in a hurry and just said, "As long as you can embroider it well before getting married."
The two of them, Ta Xue Xun Mei, stretched the materials on the embroidery frame, and followed Xiao Yun's order to move all the account books out of the room.
Song Qinghuan looked at the embroidery frame and ate and slept for two days, wondering how clean it should be.
She went there for several days and saw that the first lunar month was almost over. She didn't even take the needle. Instead, she ate and slept and fattened up.
The sun was just right in the yard that day, so I asked my mother-in-law to move the lounge chair under the shade of a tree. With tea and snacks at hand, I lay on the deck chair to bask in the sun, holding in my hand a book of words I found somewhere.
Seeing the wonderful things, people can't help but make a few comments.
Before finishing the cup of tea, a burst of noise could be heard outside Lanyue Pavilion.
Xunmei, who was dozing off on the porch, heard the sound and shouted, "What's so noisy? Are there any rules?"
After saying that, he reluctantly got up and went outside to take a look. When he came back, his drowsiness had completely dissipated.
He said hurriedly: "Girl, the little princess from Prince Rui's Mansion is here."
Song Qinghuan didn't even raise an eyebrow: "Just come."
After a pause, as if he had just come to his senses, he closed the notebook in his hand and asked hurriedly: "Who did you say is here?"
"Little Princess, the one from Prince Rui's Mansion."
Xunmei watched Song Qinghuan repeat it sympathetically.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Jingtong, a spoiled little girl, had already rushed in.
This little girl is six years old now, and she is much taller. Her round face already has a chin, her eyes are wide open, and she walked up to Song Qinghuan with a riding crop in hand.
But he opened his mouth and asked: "This princess has been waiting for you in Yipinju for several days.
