The authorities are fascinated by the bystanders, but Song Qinghuan sees things more clearly and is more ruthless than Song Qingyan.
Wei Yutang's heart disease needs someone to get close to his heart in order to cure him.
He couldn't even pass his own level. Even if others wanted to help him, they couldn't do anything.
What's more, Song Qingyan is not too old and has a lot of years, so why hang himself on the tree of Wei Yutang?
However, how can people control their emotions?
After coming down from Hongfa Temple and entering the gate of the Song family, Song Qinghuan asked Xiaoyun to give him a severe lesson for treating Wei Yutang.
"You are the daughter of a dignified prince, and you are married to Prince Tongrui. Even if you have the heart of a doctor and a parent, you should still be a little cautious."
"It's okay if it's someone else, but don't you know the origins of you and Wei Yutang's kid? If someone makes a fuss about it, do you still want your reputation?"
After teaching Song Qinghuan a lesson, Xiao Yun complained about Yang again: "She does the same. She is so old. She doesn't understand this. Her own children are children, and other people's children are not children. It's a shame."
She is also a mother..."
Xiao Yun talked a lot, but Song Qinghuan didn't pay attention to it, and even muttered: "Didn't my mother really like Third Brother Wei..."
Xiao Yun was so angry that she jumped up and down: "If you like it, you like it, but what can you do if you like it again..."
The matter just passed by, and no one mentioned Wei Yutang again.
But at night, the window coffin of Song Qinghuan's boudoir was pushed open again.
Song Qinghuan hadn't rested yet, and was leaning on the oil lamp to read a book.
Xiao Ci sat down in the room, took the book away from her hand, and said, "When did you become so serious?"
Without waiting for Song Qinghuan to speak, he asked her again: "I heard that you met Wei Yutang today?"
Song Qinghuan looked Xiao Ci from head to toe and then said, "You have heard quite a lot."
Then he said: "Since you have heard about it, you should also hear it in full, right?"
Of course, Xiao Ci was not unknown. After Liu Jian and Chu Han were assigned to Song Qinghuan, there was nothing they could hide from Xiao Ci.
Of course, even if these two people were not sent to Song Qinghuan, nothing could be hidden from him.
Xiao Ci was not annoyed even after being reprimanded by Song Qinghuan. He smiled and touched his nose and said, "Isn't this the king's jealousy? When he saw his love rival coming, he couldn't help but rush over."
Song Qinghuan believed him, rolled his eyes, and took the book in his hand. He looked like he couldn't read it anymore, but he pretended to flip through it a few times.
She said: "Shouldn't I be the one who should be nervous? I heard that you have so many romantic affairs that your confidante has been arranged from Kyoto to Liaodong."
"Haha..." Xiao Ci laughed and denied, "It's nothing. Rumors can't be trusted. Rumors can't be trusted."
He still took the book in Song Qinghuan's hand and put it away.
"Wei Yutang is just too pretentious. As the saying goes, a heart disease needs heart medicine. You are not his medicine, so don't waste your energy on him."
He pointed to the collapsed embroidery frame in the corner and reminded her: "It's already May."
In just a few days, the wedding day is coming.
There really aren't many days left.
As soon as the Dragon Boat Festival passed on May 5th, the weather became hotter day by day. Even wearing a summer shirt was so hot that I had to change it several times every day.
After coming down from Hongfa Temple that day, Wei Yutang and Yang returned to Lizhou within two days, and there was no news from them.
No one went out of his way to inquire about him.
Song Qingyan has also been feeling depressed for many days, seeming to be ill, but not really ill.
Xiaoyun was so anxious that she invited a doctor to come and take a look, but he couldn't find out what was going on. So she asked Song Qinghuan to take a look. Song Qinghuan said, "It's just a hot day with a bit of heat. It will be fine in a few days."
Whether it was really hot or not, Song Qinghuan and Song Qingyan had to figure it out for themselves.
Seeing that more than half of May had passed and Song Qingyan had not yet recovered her breath, Song Qinghuan made a special trip to Wuyou Pavilion.
This time, I was really sick. As soon as I entered the yard, I smelled a bitter smell of medicine.
Recognizing that it was medicine for wind and cold, Song Qinghuan went to sit in Song Qingyan's room, sent all the waiters away, and then waved a fan and said.
"Oh, I'm really lovesick. I've been sick for several months. Are you planning to stay sick for several months?"
Song Qingyan lost a lot of weight and her chin was pointed. She looked even thinner in plain clothes.
Hearing this, he smiled bitterly: "How can I be so lucky?"
At first, she was just feeling unhappy, but later on she got cold at night, which was not a serious illness.
Song Qinghuan glared at her, hit her on the forehead with a round fan, and said: "If you really can't bear it, just go for it. It's not a problem to hang up all day."
Song Qingyan touched her forehead, smiled and said nothing.
Nowhere is it so easy to win.
Wei Yutang was pretending to be Song Qinghuan, not her.
Even if she fought for it out of wishful thinking, it was just for his sister's sake.
Besides, Xiao Yun wouldn't allow her to do such an outrageous thing.
Song Qinghuan and Song Qingyan had been sisters for a long time, so they couldn't look down on her. He took her hand and said, "Don't be like that fool and take advantage of yourself. Only when you are healthy and long can you win."
What you want."
Then he said: "Wei Yutang is not the only one in the world. There is always someone better than him. Isn't it worth your wait?"
Song Qingyan nodded and responded: "I understand."
May was over, and Song Qingyan took medicine for ten days. Not only was her cold and cold cured, but her heart ailments were also gone.
One day in early June, she was sitting in front of the window and saw petals floating in from nowhere in the courtyard. Her heart suddenly froze, and she remembered a winter plum that the man had broken off for her.
There were ripples in my heart, but I couldn't control it. After hesitating for a long time, I finally laid out the four treasures of the study, wrote a few words, edited a book, and sent it directly to the Wei family in Lizhou.
It's been a month since this letter went away, like a stone sinking into the ocean without causing a single ripple.
On a midsummer night, Song Qingyan was sitting in the courtyard enjoying the cool air, looking at the full moon above her head with a sarcastic smile.
At this time, Song Qinghuan was attending a banquet in the palace.
On the fifth day of July, Princess Rouzhen's birthday, Emperor Chengxing allowed her to hold a banquet in the palace, inviting the sisters to play with girls from various aristocratic families.
Because it was adjacent to the Chinese Valentine's Day, the girls from each family were left to celebrate the Qiqiao Festival in advance in the palace.
Rouzhen ate two bowls of ice cream during the day, but she never thought that it would lead to an early pregnancy date, so she had no choice but to avoid changing clothes midway.
Song Qinghuan never got along with those girls, so he went with her because he had nothing to do.
Tonight, colorful lanterns were hung everywhere in the palace, making it even more lively than last year's New Year's Eve.
Because my clothes were dirty, I couldn't show off, so I only chose the palace road with few people coming and going.
Before the two of them had gone far, they met Xiao Ci leading a young man towards this end.
