It was already evening when he left the Song family, and Song Qinghuan didn't stay to eat.
Asking Taxue to help me get into the carriage, Liu Ping, who was driving the carriage, said softly through the door: "I have gone to find the person that the girl asked me to find. The people there are very wary of me and only said that I will convey it.
Not even a word was left."
Song Qinghuan was in a slightly depressed mood. She sat motionless and said, "I understand."
Xiao Ci has always been a fool, but behind his back he can do things that ordinary people would not dare to do. How could such a secretive person not be vigilant?
In fact, Song Qinghuan didn't have much hope for the IOU. Xiao Ci was a deep-minded person, and there was no guarantee that he would kill someone and silence him.
But you have to give everything a try, and there is really a shortage of money nowadays.
The carriage passed through Liuzhu Street, and through the windows one could see the sky full of red clouds. The street was still very lively, with pedestrians coming and going, and the rising and falling shouts to each other, showing the prosperity everywhere.
Seeing that Song Qinghuan looked bad, Texue said cautiously: "Girl, I didn't use much for lunch. We still have a long way to go back to the palace. How about I buy you some food to cushion your stomach?"
"No need." Song Qinghuan raised his head and smiled slightly: "Do you think I am a little too vicious?"
No one else knew it, but Tuxue and Xunmei knew very well that Song Youyu's beating was not caused by outsiders at all, but was a good deed done by her.
Originally, I wanted him to take a good look at the true face of these foxy friends, but who knew that he could see clearly from the beginning.
On the contrary, the beating he received was in vain.
"How can this girl be considered vicious? She is just doing it for the eldest young master's benefit." Xunmei said anxiously. During the day, although she did not agree with her daughter plotting against the eldest young master, now she saw her expression of concern and hoped that she would not do it.
Think more.
Since Song Qinghuan fell into the water and woke up more than a month ago, her behavior has been completely different from the past, which also made the little maids who were waiting nearby even more happy.
Song Qinghuan heard Xunmei's words of comfort and smiled again: "What's good or bad is not for personal gain. As long as he gets better, the Song family will be better and so will I."
Everyone in the Song family, including Song Qinghuan, had the same thought. Song Wende could no longer help him, so he could only pin all the hopes of the Song family on Song Youyu.
It was this hope that made Song Youyu breathless.
There was a moment of silence in the carriage. Song Qinghuan leaned against the wall of the carriage with her eyes closed and did not say a word. After a long time, she heard Ta Xue softly say: "Nothing in this world can be perfect. Just want peace of mind."
Song Qinghuan raised her eyes, glanced at Ta Xue, and after a long while she chuckled: "It seems you are still transparent."
The carriage clattered down the street and entered the palace before it was dark.
After returning to Qianyun Residence, he took off his hairpin and put on homely clothes. Song Qinghuan was sitting at the kang table having a meal and asked Grandma Sun about the situation in the house today.
Grandma Sun said: "Today, the palace sent an imperial doctor to give the prince acupuncture. Concubine Yao said that the imperial concubine sent some cakes and two plates to the princess."
"pastry?"
Song Qinghuan picked up the green rice in the bowl and ate the rouge duck breast that he had not eaten during the day. He was curious. Yao Yuechan was short-sighted. She didn't keep the cakes sent by the palace to show off, but she took them from her home.
Delivered here?
Or do you want to act extremely virtuous in front of Xiao Wei?
"Yes, I sent two plates. If the princess wants to eat, I will send them to you later."
"Then bring it over." Song Qinghuan kept talking with her hands and mouth.
Although the things made by the emperor in the palace were quite exquisite, Song Qinghuan had also eaten a lot of delicious food among the people and didn't care much about these pastries.
After eating vegetarian food at Fushou Tang during the day, he was not necessarily hungry. Song Qinghuan ate two bowls of rice in a row before putting down his chopsticks.
Grandma Sun brought over two plates of pastries and placed them on the Kang table. Song Qinghuan took a look at them under the yellowish light and asked with a smile: "Is it made by the emperor in the palace?"
"It's from the imperial family." Grandma Sun is the son of the Song family. When the old Marquis was still here, the Song family's wealth and power were as high as the sky. At that time, there were often imperial food in the house, which was not unusual.
But later on, the old Marquis passed away and the Song family declined, so these things disappeared.
"It's quite delicate." Song Qing smiled happily, picked up a piece of pastry and put it on his hand with a handkerchief, but had no intention of eating it.
After half a moment, he put the cakes back again, pursed his lips and smiled: "The imperial cakes are all good, but it's a pity that I'm full today, so I'll put them away for tomorrow."
He pulled Nanny Sun and murmured in a low voice, and then smiled and said: "Concubine Yao gave me two plates of snacks today, and I don't deserve it in vain."
He told Xunmei: "Send a cup of stew to Yinyan Pavilion and express your feelings."
Xunmei is a straight person, whatever is on her mind is written on her face. As soon as she said she wanted to deliver stew to Yinyan Pavilion, her little face grew long: "It's late at night, girl, don't worry about it."
Grandma Sun's face suddenly became serious: "If the princess asks you to go, just go. It's your turn to talk."
Then he said: "I think the princess is kind-hearted. She treats you little girls like nothing, and you dare to talk back to the master when she orders you. Who is the master?"
Grandma Sun was young at that, and she came from the Hou family. As soon as she started scolding her, the little maid couldn't help it, her eyes turned red, she was so pitiful.
Song Qinghuan was not really a wealthy young lady, nor could she act like a master. Seeing that Grandma Sun was speaking seriously, she hurriedly smiled and waved her hand: "Go quickly, the prince is a petty person, and he must do it tonight."
It's better to send it away, otherwise in his eyes, I will be an uneducated person again."
Xunmei bit her lip, responded to the sound of the urn, and immediately withdrew.
Grandma Sun couldn't bear to see these little maids being unruly, and she glared angrily: "Young lady, you are so indulgent of these little girls. It turns out that when the old lady was in charge of the house, she was the most strict. Which maid and mother-in-law would dare to
Act like this."
Song Qing smiled happily, but did not answer. He only asked her: "Grandma seems to be a neat person at first glance. I just don't know why she has stayed behind closed doors in the past few years and worshiped Buddha in Fushou Hall every day."
This is indeed curious. Looking at the way Mrs. Song scolded Xiaoyun today, we know that she was also a powerful figure when she was young.
But how could such a person watch helplessly as the Song family deteriorated day by day, while he hid in the courtyard to keep company with the Buddha?
"This old slave doesn't know about this either." Grandma Sun turned her eyes, looking a little uncomfortable.
Song Qinghuan knew at a glance that she didn't want to say it, or maybe she couldn't.
Grandma Sun retreated, and the house became quiet again. Taixue prepared fragrant soup, and Song Qinghuan went to the bathroom to take a bath. Before she came out, the person in Yinyan Pavilion said that she had unbearable stomach pain and wanted to see a doctor overnight.
The reason for this was that he drank the soup sent by Song Qinghuan.
