Xiao Ci was asked a series of questions by Song Qinghuan, which made his head spin. He just mentioned it like that, how could he mean it.
But Song Qinghuan was drunk and acted like a child.
"Speak quickly, don't pretend to be mute and think that just not speaking will be enough."
She looked like the jealous little jealous woman, and Xiao Ci couldn't laugh or cry.
Without thinking, I dug a hole for myself.
He thought about it seriously and then said: "I can't even remember what she looks like. How can I remember so much about her?"
He added: "You are the only one I care about in my heart, so there is no room for anyone else."
In the dead of night and the drizzle, Xiao Ci felt sick.
But Song Qinghuan had already fallen asleep on his back and had no memory of what happened.
When Song Qinghuan woke up early the next morning, she felt that her mouth was extremely dry and her tongue was extremely dry. Although she was drunk, she did not feel a headache.
After downing three bowls of tea in a row, my throat felt much better.
He leaned on the bed, but he couldn't remember how he came back yesterday.
I turned over with my brocade quilt in my arms and saw a piece of paper placed beside the pillow.
When I opened it, I saw that it was dyed with ink, and it looked like a picture of a rainy night.
There was drizzle in the sky, and the bluestone brick road was wet. A tall man was walking on the road carrying another person on his back. Although he couldn't see his face or figure, he could guess that they were probably the two of them.
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Song Qinghuan looked at the painting carefully, laughed out loud, and rolled his eyes, then folded the painting and put it into the carved wooden box.
There were a lot of things stored in that box. When Xiao Ci went to Liaodong, he sent her many strange things. As long as she could save them, she received them here.
Song Qinghuan couldn't help but feel happy. She rolled on the couch with her brocade quilt in her arms, and fell asleep again soon after.
When I woke up again, the sun had already risen very high.
Song Qingyan followed Xiaoyun to Hongfa Temple on Qianfo Mountain.
Song Qinghuan lazily got up to freshen up, then sat down in front of the embroidery frame seriously, thinking about how to start.
Xunmei and Chunlan Qiulan sat aside to share the thread with her. The female worker Tuxue told her how to make the needle look good and how tight the silk thread should be.
Lanyue Pavilion became very busy. Several little maids gathered together and laughed: "I'm afraid the girl has figured it out."
But I have not figured it out. This embroidery stand has been sitting here for a month. If it hadn't been cleaned every day, I'm afraid there would have been thick dust on it.
Song Qinghuan was good at pricking acupuncture points with silver needles, but she was able to prick the fabric with her embroidery needles, but she was able to prick them accurately with her own fingers.
After fussing for a long time, a leaf finally came out. Seeing that it was already dusk, I lost interest, threw away the embroidery needle, and leaned on the low couch.
"It's really tiring. Who said that when you get married, you have to embroider the dowry yourself?"
He picked up a book at random, but it was the one sent by Xiao Ci.
A smile suddenly appeared on his face that he didn't even notice.
Taxue saw that she was really tired, so he found something to cover the embroidery stand.
Xunmei made tea and brought snacks. She became more curious when she saw the embroidery frame and the cover.
"How much embroidery have you done today, young lady? This will open your eyes."
As he spoke, he opened the lunch box and took a look.
Texue stretched out his hand and hit her, scolding: "There are no rules."
Song Qing himself didn't care at all. Erlang raised his legs and drank some tea. He didn't know what to think. He suddenly asked: "When you get married, will you have to embroider the dowry yourself?"
Xunmei was careless and said immediately: "Of course, the girl is a rich woman, so the idea of embroidering a pillow is all she needs. The rest will be prepared by the embroiderer in the mansion."
"It's different when slaves get married. Not only do they have to embroider tents, quilts, wedding dresses, pillows, but they also have to make shoes. Some of them are particular about making clothes and shoes for their husbands."
Xunmei really thought that Song Qinghuan was curious about knowledge, so she became more and more energetic as she talked. Only when she saw the smile on her master's face did she suddenly wake up.
She stomped her feet angrily: "Girl, why are you getting worse and worse?"
Only then did he feel ashamed and hid away.
Song Qinghuan laughed twice and said: "Xunmei, you can start preparing for the dowry now. When I get married, girl, I will focus on your marriage first, and the others will take a back seat."
The first few little maids in the room were shy and funny, and they were all enjoying themselves for a while.
Song Qingyan raised the curtain and entered the room. She saw that the master and servants were all smiling. She couldn't help but ask: "What are you laughing at? You all look very happy."
Song Qinghuan said: "I'm going to find my husband's family for that girl Xunmei."
She sat up, Chunlan Qiulan brought some snacks and tea, and the two sisters sat next to each other on the kang.
Song Qinghuan then asked Song Qingyan: "How about going to Hongfa Temple today?"
Song Qinghuan's marriage was settled, and Song Youyu was far away in Liaodong, so the Xiaoyun family began to worry about Song Qingyan's marriage.
Mother and daughter have to go out and walk around from time to time these days.
Today's Song family relies on Empress Dowager Jiang's favor, but it is no longer the same as in the past. The daughter of the Song family only needs to choose someone, and no longer has to be chosen by others.
This morning, Xiaoyun took Song Qingyan to Hongfa Temple to meet the youngest son of Duke Cao.
Song Qingyan was not very interested. Seeing Song Qinghuan ask, she said vaguely: "That's it, it's nothing special."
She held the tea bowl in her hand and sighed softly: "That guy's character, family background and appearance are not bad. I think my mother likes him very much."
Song Qing said curiously: "Didn't you pick a husband? Why does my mother like it and not you?"
Song Qingyan glanced at Song Qinghuan, then lowered her eyes and said, "It doesn't matter what I like, as long as Mom thinks it's good, that's all."
Song Qinghuan felt something was wrong and said: "Our family is different from the past. You are not old, so of course you have to choose a husband who you like."
He added: "You can't marry him in the future and be separated from him by appearance."
"Sister..." Song Qingyan sneered: "Did you just choose a husband that you like?"
Song Qinghuan was unable to answer her questions.
Song Qingyan then asked again: "When you married the king of Yi, to the current king Rui, which one was chosen by yourself?"
"You picked Brother Wei San, but can you say that he and you are in love?"
"Brother Wei, I'm afraid this has always been wishful thinking..."
Song Qingyan pursed her lips and sighed in her heart, but said no more, but felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.
Song Qinghuan still couldn't answer, but when she looked at Song Qingyan, something felt wrong.
After thinking for a while, he asked tentatively: "You have a sweetheart?"
