Even at night, Song Qinghuan recognized Xiao Ci at a glance, but she stared at the young man next to him for a long time without even noticing him.
As the couple approached, Xiao Ci's eyes fell on Song Qinghuan, and he said lightly: "Will I take you out of the palace in a while?"
Song Qinghuan immediately refused: "No need, how can I trouble the prince."
As he spoke, his eyes fell on the young man next to him.
I always feel that this person is somewhat similar, but I can't remember it for a while.
Seeing her like this, Xiao Ci couldn't help but smile softly and asked, "Do you recognize this person?"
The young man also laughed and made fists with his hands: "I think I don't recognize him."
Song Qinghuan really didn't recognize them at first, but hearing the two men's strange expressions, he felt that they should recognize them.
I racked my brains to figure out who this person was.
Still Rouzhen's sharp eyes made Song Qinghuan tease her: "Isn't this the young man who hit me in Yipinju?"
After a pause, he said with some doubts: "But it doesn't look like it."
Song Youyu looked at Song Qinghuan's confused face and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He called out: "Sister, I'm back from Liaodong."
When Song Qinghuan heard this, he still squinted his eyes and looked at Song Youyu. After a while, he finally reunited with the Song Youyu from before.
Immediately he was delighted: "Jing Yu."
When Song Youyu left, he still had the aura of a young master from an aristocratic family. He was thin, fair-skinned, and looked frail.
But when I came back it was different.
He is much taller and stronger, his facial features are wider and darker, and he looks somewhat tough.
The change was so drastic, no wonder Song Qinghuan couldn't recognize it at once.
When Song Youyu saw Song Qinghuan calling him Ming'er, he took a step back and asked her and Rouzhen to bow to each other.
Song Qinghuan was happy and angry at the same time, and scolded her face to face: "You still know how to come back. You have been away for more than a year. Do you know how worried your family is about you? They haven't even heard from you. They thought you were going to be there."
Liaodong for a lifetime..."
Song Qinghuan cursed loudly, and Song Youyu didn't explain. He just lowered his head and accepted the instruction.
Rouzhen never moved her eyes towards Song Youyu. When she looked back, she couldn't help but frown slightly.
Seeing that Song Qinghuan was talking without stopping, Xiao Ci smiled and reminded Song Youyu: "The Holy One is still waiting for you."
Song Youyu still had official business to attend to, so he didn't want to delay too much, so he said to Song Qinghuan, "I will go home after I meet with the Holy Emperor. If anything happens, let's talk about it at home."
Song Qinghuan stopped talking, and then glared at Xiao Ci: "You knew he was coming back, right?"
Xiao Ci laughed and quickly denied: "It's nothing."
Then he followed Song Youyu to Emperor Chengxing's place. When he passed by Song Qinghuan, he couldn't help but remind him: "Your brothers have come back to see you off, so you're better off. Baizi Pomegranate's pillow is all over."
Not out yet."
When Song Qinghuan thought of the pair of pillows, he suddenly became frightened, coughed slightly, and said nothing.
After Song Youyu returned to Beijing, Song Qinghuan no longer had the time to attend Rouzhen's banquet. He changed clothes with her and went to sit there for a while. Seeing that the time was almost up, he left in advance.
Rouzhen knew that her return was as fast as an arrow, so she didn't want to keep her and asked Wu Nian to send her out of the palace in person.
The Song family's carriage had been waiting at the palace gate for a long time. As soon as Song Qinghuan got into the carriage, he saw that Xiao Ci had already sat down.
He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and threw away the pair of pillows made of Bai Zi and Pomegranate. At this time, he saw that Xiao Ci was still in a good mood.
When Xiao Ci saw her coming out of the palace, she was sweating profusely, so he took out a clean handkerchief and wiped the sweat off her forehead, and said: "Jingyu hasn't left the palace so early, and you came out in such a hurry, but
To see me?"
Song Qinghuan took the handkerchief from his hand, wiped his sweat again, and then stuffed the handkerchief into his sleeve pocket.
He said unceremoniously: "You think so beautifully."
He added: "Even if he hasn't left the palace yet, I still have to go back and report the news, right?"
"As soon as he went to Liaodong, he didn't get a single word from him. When he finally came back, he didn't make a sound. My family was probably very happy."
Xiao Ci knew that every time she went to the palace for a banquet, she had to leave the palace on an empty stomach. He wanted to take her to have something to eat later, but seeing how happy she was, he simply gave up.
He just pushed the snacks that came out of the palace to her: "Let's eat something to cushion your stomach."
He smiled again: "Seeing how happy you are makes me jealous. I have never seen you so happy when you saw me."
Liu Ping drove the carriage to Jinyu Lane in a leisurely manner, with Tuxue still sitting on the carriage shaft.
Xiao Ci and Song Qinghuan were in the car, talking and laughing.
The horse's hooves stepped on the bluestone and bricks, making a "de, de, de" sound. Liu Ping lowered his voice and said to Tuxue: "I see that this Prince Rui treats our girl very differently."
It's not unusual, I don't see any uncle urging the girl to embroider the dowry all day long.
Texue thought about the pillows on the embroidery stand in Lanyue Pavilion, and couldn't help but feel helpless. No other girl was so reluctant when making a dowry. Three days of fishing and two days of drying nets. Half a year has passed, and none of them have been found.
Not finished yet.
When the carriage stopped in front of Song's house without any hurry, Song Qinghuan had already eaten and drank enough.
This time, Xiao Ci didn't make any fuss about going to the house for tea. He just jumped down from the carriage and told Song Qinghuan: "Hurry up and embroider the dowry. It's been a few months. How many days are you still wasting?"
Jing Yu has already rushed back from Liaodong to marry you, so why don't you do it?"
Song Qinghuan, who was in the carriage, didn't even show his head. Before he could finish speaking, he said impatiently: "Okay, okay, okay, I know, I know, it's so long-winded."
The boy guarding the gate removed the threshold, and Liu Ping led the carriage into the mansion. Xiao Ci did not leave until the gate was closed, with his hands behind his back.
He is a ***, does he like to be verbose? It's not that Song Qinghuan is disobedient.
Song Youyu suddenly returned to Kyoto from Liaodong, and the entire Song family was filled with joy.
Song Wende and Xiaoyun were so happy that they both looked forward to it.
Even the old lady who was rarely seen out of the hospital asked someone to help her out and waited.
The lights up and down in the house were brightly lit, and the fire in the stove under the kitchen was sealed.
Qingfeng Garden, which had been cleaned for a long time, was quickly cleaned again, and it was re-pasted with gauze and incense all night long.
Compared to the bustle of the Song family, Prince Rui's mansion is much deserted.
Xiao Jingchuan and Xiao Jingtong entered the palace, and no one in the entire palace could even speak loudly.
Xiao Ci returned to the study with his hands behind his back. As soon as he sat down on the armchair, he couldn't help but talk.
"This is such a hard day to look forward to."
As he spoke, he casually picked up the wax-lit letter on the table and frowned when he saw the signature on it.
