Song Qinghuan was quarreling over and over again, and his ex-fiancé suddenly became what he said was his future son-in-law?
The topic changed too quickly.
She took a deep breath. She had no choice but to deal with such a shameless Xiao Ci, so she could only grit her teeth and said: "Sister Tong is only a few years old. Now that you have tricked her, you are still the father."
Xiao Ci took out his ears and said as if he didn't care: "What's the big deal? You blew him up so much that he's like nothing in the world. I have to take a high look at him. Even if he's a little older, he will be able to do it in the future."
It is possible for Sister Tong to marry her and pamper her like a daughter just like me."
"Shameless." Song Qinghuan was afraid that she could not get over the problem of being a daughter. Now she couldn't get over it, so she turned around angrily and said, "I'm going to sleep."
Then ignore it again.
She clearly wanted Xiao Ci to get out of here, but Xiao Ci didn't realize it.
With a cry of approval, he took off his shoes, took off his outer coat and lay down.
The bed sank, and there was someone beside him. Song Qinghuan was so surprised that he sat up suddenly and said, "Xiao Ci, don't go too far."
Before she finished speaking, Xiao Ci pulled her back and lay down again, holding her tightly through the brocade quilt.
He put his chin on her forehead, patted her back, and murmured: "Go to sleep, it's almost dawn."
After saying this, he made no sound anymore, only the sound of long and steady breathing could be heard, as if he really fell asleep.
Song Qinghuan was wrapped tightly and struggled to free herself several times. She was scolded until her mouth went dry, and then she had to give up.
He groaned angrily, knowing that there was nothing he could do, so he had no choice but to make do with it.
Strangely enough, she lay there by herself for most of the night, unable to feel sleepy at all. She asked Xiao Ci to hold her in her arms, but soon fell asleep.
At dawn, when I opened my eyes, it was already raining lightly outside. The bedside was empty and cold, as if the person had never been there.
Song Qinghuan struggled for a while holding the brocade quilt, then yawned and stood up.
Ta Xue Xun Mei entered the house to wait on her. As she put on her clothes, she yawned and asked, "Where is the second girl?"
Xunmei spoke quickly and immediately said: "I'm going to the old lady's place."
Song Qingyan had asked Xiao Yun to take her to Mrs. Song's house since she was a child, so she was not surprised when she heard this.
Xunmei then said again: "I went there to copy scriptures."
"Copying scriptures?" Song Qing was so surprised, what scriptures did Duandui want to copy?
Texue answered the question and said with a smile: "The second girl once said that copying scriptures can help you practice during the day. In the past, I often went to the old lady to copy, so it's not surprising."
Song Qinghuan glanced at her but didn't say anything.
After freshening up and preparing breakfast, she sent the waiters out of the room again. She wanted to ask Taxue how Wei Yutang was doing, but she couldn't.
Texue was always attentive, and while serving dishes with her, he said in an unintentional manner: "The third young master of Wei rested in Yipinju for the night yesterday, and this morning the shopkeeper set up a carriage to take him to Wujin Alley. I heard that
, it’s nothing serious.”
Song Qinghuan ate the side dishes one bite at a time, nodded, and said, "I got it."
I didn’t ask any more questions.
These days, Xiaoyun didn't ask her to work in the shop, and all the account books in the house were moved away.
Wei Yutang's story was still in his mind. He held the notebook in his hand and flipped through it again and again, but he didn't read a single word.
Leaning on the low couch beside the window coffin, I felt extremely empty.
I stayed like this for half a day. After lunch, I looked at the drizzle outside, which didn't stop for a while. I felt sleepy for a while.
After yawning, she said she wanted to lie down, and Xunmei came in from outside holding an umbrella.
As soon as he put the oil-paper umbrella away, he asked the little maid to take it down, and then he jumped into the house and said with a smile: "Girl, the princess has sent you a message."
Since they met at the palace banquet on New Year's Eve last time, both Song Qinghuan and Princess Rouzhen have deliberately avoided suspicion. They have not contacted each other again, but today they suddenly sent a message?
Song Qinghuan got up and was about to go back to the room, but after hearing this, he sat back down again.
He took the post from Xunmei's hand, opened it and looked at it once, and then looked at the sky outside. He couldn't help but curl his lips and said to himself: "I hope you won't encounter this kind of weather when holding a flower banquet."
It rains a lot in spring, and the first month of the year is about to begin. There may be even more rain in the future.
Xunmei asked: "Princess, do you want to invite the girl to the palace to attend the flower banquet?"
Without waiting for Song Qinghuan to answer, he added: "The palace is such a big place. Even if the flower banquet is really bad, the palace can still be built."
"I don't know." Song Qinghuan responded casually. She had no interest in flower banquets or anything like that, but Princess Rouzhen was extremely happy.
After reading the post and having nothing else to do, Song Qinghuan got up and went into the house to take a nap.
Before anyone could fall asleep, Song Qingyan came again.
Song Qingyan was afraid that she didn't sleep well last night, and her eyes were black and blue, and her eyes were dull. Although she had put on makeup, she still had a faint look of haggardness.
Song Qinghuan yawned, and when he looked at her, he sighed: "It's none of your business, why do you look even more haggard than my client?"
Song Qing's face turned red, and he couldn't help but glare at her, and then said: "It's not like I'm not worth it for you."
After saying that, he waved his hand again, sent all the maids in the room away, and handed a brocade box to Song Qinghuan.
He opened his mouth and said, "You can keep this for thought."
Song Qinghuan lowered his eyes and recognized at a glance that this brocade box was sent from him.
Then he raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Qingyan.
Song Qingyan sighed: "He was afraid that you wouldn't accept it, so he entrusted it to me."
He added: "This hairpin does not belong to the Wei family. Even if you keep it, it has nothing to do with the Wei family."
Song Qinghuan hesitated for a moment, then reached out to open the brocade box and took out the red bird hairpin lying inside.
This hairpin was won by him on the polo field. It does not belong to the Wei family, but he can still get involved with the Wei family.
Although she knew that no matter what she did, it would be useless, Wei Yutang still wanted to keep this hairpin for her to think about.
Song Qinghuan didn't speak for a long time. Song Qingyan was also afraid that she would be heartless and unwilling to accept it, so she said hurriedly: "Sister, just think of it as a wedding gift from the Wei family to you."
"Yes." Song Qinghuan replied in response and put the hairpin back into the brocade box. After being silent for a long time, he said again: "Thank him for me."
After a pause, he added: "There are many good girls in the world. He will be able to meet the person who is willing to give up everything for him in the future."
When Song Qingyan brought these words to Wei Yutang, he moved the corners of his lips, but finally revealed a wry smile.
"Thank you." He said: "I came to Beijing this time to get the answer. I will go back to Lizhou tomorrow. In the future, when she gets married, I, I'm afraid I won't go to Beijing again."
Song Qingyan didn't have any position to say anything, she just smiled and said: "That's fine.
