Song Qinghuan was very stingy, but she still remembered Xiao Ci's words about marrying her to take care of their two children.
Xiao Ci wanted to say some sweet words to coax Song Qinghuan, but he stopped him after calling her just one word.
He helplessly held his forehead and nodded at her again: "You little thing..."
There was a bit of gritted teeth between the words.
Song Qing laughed happily, feeling that he had finally regained half of the game, so he went even further and said, "If the two nuns are not enough, let's add a few more maids."
"They always have more experience than me."
Xiao Ci snorted and put the oil-paper umbrella in his hand back into Song Qinghuan's hand. He leaned his back against the wall of the car and smiled: "Okay, after all, you have the final say over the entire palace in the future. You can add as many as you like."
That’s it.”
He added: "Tomorrow I will ask the butler to take you to see what kind of things you should add."
He paused for a moment and raised his eyebrows and said, "If you want to choose a little maid, I hope you will be merciful and choose something good-looking."
His thick skin is comparable to that of the city wall.
Song Qinghuan gritted his teeth and kicked the car's shaft: "Get away..."
Seeing that she was getting angry, Xiao Ci burst out laughing again. He got into the carriage, lifted the curtain, and stuck his head out to say to her: "It's so pleasant, please put those two pillows away as soon as possible."
Just embroider it."
Not waiting for Song Qinghuan to have another attack, he hurriedly said: "Embroidered with pomegranate patterns, you will have more children and more blessings. It will be okay to have more in the future. When Brother Chuan and Sister Tong grow up, it will be no problem for each of them to take care of one."
"Who is going to have a baby with you?" Song Qinghuan brushed her face and her face turned red.
Xiao Ci didn't want her to say much. As soon as he sat firmly on the carriage, he laughed again and ordered: "Let's go, I can't afford to offend your eldest girl."
As the carriage drove out of the Song family gate, Xiao Ci's hearty laughter could still be heard from a distance.
Texue Xunmei followed behind and saw Song Qinghuan looking angry and embarrassed, and couldn't help but snicker.
"I don't want to embroider pomegranates." Song Qinghuan was so angry that she spat in the direction where the carriage was leaving.
When he turned around and saw the two little maids looking like this, the redness that had just dissipated suddenly stained their cheeks again, and he glared at them: "Why are you laughing?"
Fu threatened again: "I will marry both of you tomorrow. As I get older, my face becomes thicker and thicker."
Taxue and Xunmei knew that she was embarrassed, but they didn't tell her off.
Xunmei had never been able to hide her words, so she whispered to Taxue in private: "I think our girls treat Young Master Wei differently from Prince Rui."
Texue didn't answer, just looked at her, and Xunmei couldn't find the words to describe her. He tilted his head and thought for a long time before saying, "Look at us girls, we have always been kind and polite to Mr. Wei."
"But look at how she treats Prince Rui. She hits him whenever she wants and scolds him whenever she wants. Looking back, she will still be shy when she should be."
Speaking of which, it expresses the same meaning, that is, Song Qinghuan was relatively polite and distant in front of Wei Yutang, but towards Xiao Ci, he showed his true temperament.
Not to mention that Xunmei is just a little maid, and her remarks may be rough or unreasonable.
Song Qinghuan returned to Lanyue Pavilion angrily, but there was no trace of sleepiness left.
Since I couldn't sleep, I leaned on the low couch and searched for all the medical skills in my room, looking through them to see if there was any record about Gu insects.
I just stared at the book, but my mind didn't know where it was going.
He glanced at the embroidery frame in the corner and stood up after hesitating for a while.
The satin material on the embroidery frame is bright red. It has been stretched for several days, but it is still blank.
If it weren't for the maid and woman in Lanyue Pavilion who kept sweeping the place every day, I'm afraid a thick layer of dust would have fallen on it.
Song Qinghuan sat in front of the embroidery frame and touched the bright red satin material. Xiao Ci's words about wanting a pomegranate pattern pillow kept coming to his mind.
He pursed his lips and smiled, cursing: "What a beautiful idea."
But Ren had already picked up the patterns lying aside and opened them.
There are also many kinds of embroidery patterns used for weddings, such as mandarin ducks playing in water, hundreds of sons and pomegranates, early birth of a noble son, dragons and phoenixes showing auspiciousness, and so on.
Xiao Yun spent a lot of time trying to find this trick.
There was no maid to serve in the house, so Song Qinghuan was not afraid of making people laugh, but she actually picked up a few pictures of Baizi pomegranates to take a closer look.
Her embroidery skills are not very good, and she doesn't have much patience. If the pattern is complicated and there are many colors, she will not be able to do it.
After picking and picking for a long time, I finally found something I was satisfied with.
On a whim, I took a pen and traced the pattern on the satin stretched on the embroidery frame. I didn't trace the pomegranate with open seeds because I was afraid of trouble.
But she just traced the pattern and had no intention of seriously embroidering it.
After tracing the pattern and calming down, I sat down on the low couch and took a good look at the book in my hand.
At dusk, when the lanterns were lighting up, I walked into the house looking for plum blossoms in the snow. I saw the embroidery stand in the corner with patterns drawn on it. They looked at each other and smiled quietly.
King Yu Xiao Mu is still unconscious, and the species of the Gu insect on his body is not yet known.
The matter of establishing a crown prince was still hot in the court, but within two or three days, Prince Yu's Mansion had sent several letters to Song Qinghuan.
The general message in the letter was that she could no longer hold on anymore, and asked her if she had found a way to find Xiao Mu, King of Yu.
Song Qinghuan didn't reply to any of them. She sent out everything she could, whether it was inquiring about Gu Insects or looking for books about Gu Insects, but she didn't let them go.
It didn't have anything to do with her originally, but now that it was on the table, she was more anxious than anyone else.
Within a few days, I became so anxious that I had blisters on my mouth.
But even so, it has little effect, not unlike others, because the art of witchcraft has always been taboo.
Even if there are people who know this technique, or if there is such a forbidden book, they dare not let others know about it.
Song Qinghuan had no choice but toss and turn and couldn't sleep. He planned to go to Bishui Villa to stay for two days to see what was going on with Xiao Mu and to see if he could not save the situation by fighting fire with fire.
At any rate, we should revive the person first and then talk about it.
In the name of Princess Rouzhen, she talked to Xiao Yun for a while, then asked Texue to pack her luggage, and sent a letter to Princess Rouzhen, preparing to set off at dawn.
Unexpectedly, another uninvited guest came to her house at night.
When Xiao Ci came in through the window through the familiar route, Song Qinghuan was not asleep yet. He only opened his eyes and looked at the embroidery on the top of the tent, but he was still thinking about the poisonous insects on Xiao Mu.
Even when she heard movement, she didn't even move her eyes.
When Xiao Cixing came closer, he saw that the warm tent had not been put down and the person was still awake. He immediately sat down beside the bed and said with a smile: "Wait for me?"
