Brother, what are you talking about?" Xiao Jingtong opened his eyes and was in disbelief.
She thought Xiao Jingchuan should hate the new princess as much as she did, so why did he actually speak for her?
Xiao Jingchuan was several years older than Xiao Jingtong, and he was much more stable. Xiao Ci was never stingy, so when he saw how sensible he was this time, he was not surprised at all and only nodded slightly.
Song Qinghuan, on the other hand, couldn't help but look at Xiao Jingchuan, and then showed a friendly smile.
After all, Xiao Jingtong is already difficult enough, and if Xiao Jingchuan is added to her, she may not be able to survive.
Xiao Jingchuan patted Xiao Jingtong's head as if to comfort him, put her on the chair and sat down, and then said to Xiao Ci: "My son used to study with his cousins in the palace, but now he can't just enter the palace.
My son wants to go to an academy outside, which will also increase his knowledge."
As soon as these words came out, Song Qinghuan's brows furrowed tightly. Although he didn't show it on his face, he was already a little unhappy in his heart.
It wasn't that she wasn't happy that Xiao Jingchuan was going to study in an academy outside. However, she just walked in and her stepson was going to study outside. It was inevitable that people would think that this was a secret threat.
Although he proposed this matter himself, if he agreed, people outside would think that she was a vicious stepmother and would kick her stepson out as soon as he entered the house.
But if he doesn't respond, there will inevitably be attempts to suppress him. If word spreads, she, the stepmother, will be blamed.
Song Qinghuan had one head and two heads. He held his forehead and turned his eyes to look at Xiao Ci.
Xiao Ci also looked over, and there was no trace of annoyance on his face. Instead, there was a smile on his face.
What Song Qinghuan could think of, he could also think of.
Even though Song Qinghuan had not yet entered the house, he had already expected that her life would not be easy at the beginning.
But now that I'm looking at it, it's both heartbreaking and funny.
When Song Qinghuan saw the smile in his eyes, she couldn't help but glare fiercely, then turned her eyes away and stopped looking at him.
Xiao Jingchuan then said: "I heard that Baihe Academy in Yizhou Prefecture is full of talented people. My son just wants to go there and hopes that his father will fulfill his wish."
Before Xiao Ci could speak, Xiao Jingtong couldn't help it. He looked at Xiao Jingchuan pitifully: "Brother, you went to Yizhou Mansion, what should I do? If you weren't at home, wouldn't I be bullied to death?
People know."
As he spoke, he started crying again: "Brother, how about you go to Yizhou Prefecture and take me with you."
Xiao Jingchuan, however, said without even moving his face: "Nonsense, my mother is the daughter of our family, and you are the little princess of Prince Rui's palace. Who can bully you?"
He added: "I went to study, not to play."
Xiao Jingtong cried "Wow" even louder.
Then he turned to look at Xiao Ci and said pitifully: "Father, why do you want to marry a new princess? Why..."
Song Qinghuan looked back and forth between Xiao Jingtong and Xiao Jingchuan with complicated expressions. Finally, he pretended that he heard nothing and picked up the tea bowl and skimmed off the tea foam.
From the corner of his eye, Xiao Ci saw her expression that looked like constipation and couldn't help but laugh. However, he still kept his expression straight and scolded Xiao Jingtong: "Sister Tong, do you want to be the number one scholar in the future?"
Then he said to Xiao Jingchuan: "This matter still needs to be considered."
It’s not clear whether he agreed or not.
Xiao Jingchuan knew how to advance and retreat. Hearing this, his eyebrows drooped and he stopped talking about it.
A pair of children sat in the house for half an hour before leaving.
Song Qinghuan looked at the two little maids next to Xiao Jingtong with anger in their eyebrows. She asked Xunmei to explain, then she lazily lay down on the imperial concubine's couch and sighed: "Being a princess is nothing compared to
Being the owner of the makeup shop in Yilanju is much more tiring."
The imperial concubine's couch was too small to accommodate two people. Xiao Ci also wanted to lie down on it. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "My wife can handle it."
After saying that, he reached out and picked her up and went to the inner room.
Song Qinghuan jumped in shock, almost being thrown down. She grabbed Xiao Ci's lapel tightly and warned, "Be careful, don't throw me."
Then he added: "Just because I can handle it, doesn't mean I like it."
Today in Cining Palace, just because of Queen Mother Jiang's words, she had to kneel down as if something happened. She had to be very careful several times in a row.
She was disgusted by this alone, not to mention that Xiao Ci's children were not children of ordinary families, and they could not be raised in the same way as ordinary children.
Song Qinghuan got a headache when she thought of these two children, and couldn't help but ask: "Your Majesty, I don't think your children look like yours, but their temperaments are probably 70% or 80% like yours."
Xiao Ci was very vigilant. He asked Song Qinghuan to remember it for a long time because he mentioned the late princess last time. With the experience last time, he could not jump into this pit now no matter what.
He didn't say anything after hearing this, and just put Song Qinghuan on the bed.
The wedding bed was broken this morning, and it was too troublesome to repair it for a while, so a bed made of carved yellow pear wood had been replaced in this room, which was very stable.
Xiao Ci bent down, took off Song Qinghuan's shoes and socks, and then said, "I don't like you calling me Prince."
The topic was suddenly changed, and Song Qinghuan didn't react, so he continued: "What's the name?"
Xiao Ci smiled: "Whatever you called me husband last night, you can call me whatever you want from now on."
Last night...
Song Qinghuan's cheeks suddenly turned red. Last night she called him husband and called him Yanruo.
But he only yelled out under coercion.
Xiao Ci walked to her side and smiled again: "I particularly liked the way you looked last night."
"You, go ahead..."
It was quite cold in September, and Song Qinghuan was so ashamed that she felt a thin layer of sweat break out all over her body.
After Xiao Ci was pushed, he rolled into the bed, thinking that the further away from him, the better.
But Xiao Ci was quick and reached out to pull her into his arms, resting his chin on her neck, and his breath sent goosebumps all over her body.
He said: "Madam, this bed is very safe today. I would like to hear you call me twice. Yan Ruo, husband..."
Then he asked: "Madam, do you prefer to be called Husband Yanruo, or do you prefer to be called Husband Jun?"
Song Qinghuan was tightly bound and could not move, but she did not dare to speak casually.
The bones in your body are still sore at this moment, how dare you act so nonsense.
Xiao Ci did not let her go. He stretched out his hand and scratched her waist and said: "In the morning, you still disliked my husband for his poor waist. Last night, you didn't take good care of your wife. Now, my husband is going to have to take care of me."
Zhenfu Tsuna's."
"Haha..." Song Qinghuan laughed twice and quickly admitted his mistake: "Your Majesty, I, I was angry that morning. Don't take it to heart. I, I just said something sarcastic."
Xiao Ci raised his eyebrows: "What are you calling for?"
