The couple, newlyweds, spent the entire afternoon hanging out in the house in broad daylight. The maids stayed far away, and no one dared to come near.
It was sunset and dusk, and the two people in the room had no intention of getting up. They still looked at the getting late and stepped forward to ask with a blush on their faces. Then they asked the little maid to carry the food box and go in.
He didn't dare to go into the inner room, so he lit all the lamps in the outer room, put dinner on the table, and then left again.
Song Qinghuan didn't sleep well last night, and had to go to the palace again in the morning. After working in the palace for a while, she was already very tired.
But Xiao Ci was asked to do some tossing in the next court, and he was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes.
On the contrary, Xiao Ci looked in high spirits.
There was no movement outside, so he stood up again, lit the lamp in the room, put dinner on a low table, and placed it directly on the bed.
Song Qinghuan couldn't open her eyes. She was half-wrapped and leaning against the bed, yawning.
"I don't want to eat it."
Xiao Ci scooped up a bowl of bird's nest porridge for her, pushed it in front of her and said, "It's hard to eat it raw for lunch. If you don't eat it at night, you won't starve."
Then he said: "This bird's nest porridge is very good, you can try it."
Song Qinghuan raised his eyes and took a look, and saw that they were all appetizers, so he yawned and took out a spoon. After eating a few mouthfuls of bird's nest porridge, he felt that the taste was bland, so he simply took out chopsticks to eat some side dishes.
Xiao Ci poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and then said: "My husband has already asked Chun Niang to prepare the things for my return home tomorrow. Someone will bring the gift list to you later and take a look to see if you need anything more."
Less."
Song Qinghuan ate a few pieces of delicious cucumber and said, "Just wait and see."
After saying that, he raised his head and glanced at Xiao Ci: "Your Majesty, who is this Chun Niang next to you? A maid? A roommate? Or a concubine?"
Xiao Ci glanced at Song Qinghuan and didn't dare to reply casually. He thought about it and said, "It doesn't even count. I think he is a subordinate."
Chun Niang is neither his maid, his wife, nor his concubine, but she works for him, so she can only be considered a subordinate.
Song Qinghuan had met Chun Niang a long time ago and knew that she had been with Xiao Ci for many years, but when she saw her in the main hall today, she seemed to be part of the same family as the other masters in the mansion. She always felt uncomfortable in her heart.
So right.
This time Xiao Ci said he was a subordinate, so she stopped asking, nodded, and stopped talking.
He was very tired and really had no appetite. Song Qinghuan ate a little but didn't want to eat anymore, so he asked Xiao Ci to clear the dining table and put his head on the pillow, feeling sleepy again.
Xiao Ci moved the dining table outside. When he came back, he saw Song Qinghuan already hugging the thin quilt and squinting her eyes. He curled up his lips, then lay down next to her, hugged her, rubbed her ears, and called softly:
"Lady..."
Song Qinghuan, half asleep and half awake, gave a vague response.
He then added: "Being a husband is like not having enough to eat."
The breath hit her neck, and she felt itchy. Before Song Qinghuan realized it, she pushed him and muttered: "It's itchy."
Then he said: "Isn't there still food?"
As he said that, he turned around.
Xiao Ci let her go, took her into his arms, and said with a wicked smile, "You know what I mean to my husband."
Under the brocade quilt, Song Qinghuan finally understood what he meant. He was so shocked that he couldn't even doze off.
"Well, husband, I, I..."
The words gradually dissipated before he could finish his words.
For a moment, there was only a sound of embarrassment, and Xiao Ci said: "This new bed is different after all..."
The next day was the day to go back home. When Song Qinghuan got up, it was already too late. Taxue Xunmei and Chunlan Qiulan were all waiting in the room.
Song Qinghuan looked in the bronze mirror as if she had not woken up, but her complexion was very good. When several maids saw her beating her waist from time to time, they all blushed and pursed their lips and snickered.
Xiao Ci was also in a good mood. He cleaned up early, crossed his legs and sat outside to drink tea.
There was a friendly look between his eyebrows, and there was no sign of fatigue at all.
Xiao Jingchuan brought Xiao Jingtong over to say hello. When he saw Xiao Ci's expression, he lowered his eyes.
Xiao Jingtong's eyes were red and swollen, and his cheeks were bulging, which was obviously due to lingering anger.
When Xiao Ci saw the pair of children, his eyes fell directly on Xiao Jingtong, and then he frowned, showing a bit of displeasure.
Today, Song Qinghuan returns to her parents' home, and Xiao Jingchuan and Xiao Jingtong, as stepsons and stepdaughters, naturally have to go with her.
But on this special day, Xiao Jingtong wore plain clothes, had two small hairdos, and no jewelry.
It was as if he wanted to compete with Song Qinghuan.
Xiao Ci also didn't like how bad things were all over him on such a day. His face turned cold and he scolded: "Go and change your clothes."
Xiao Jingtong pretended not to hear, and just hung her head and huddled on the chair motionless, as if the matter had nothing to do with her at all.
"Sister Tong, I'm talking to you." When Xiao Ci saw that she didn't move, his voice rose slightly, becoming more and more displeased.
Xiao Jingchuan glanced at Xiao Jingtong and said hurriedly: "Father, I will take her down to change clothes."
Before Xiao Jingchuan got up, Xiao Jingtong got angry again: "If you don't change, why should I change?"
Such commotion outside made Song Qinghuan, who was dressing up in the inner room, confused and glanced sideways at Ta Xue.
Texue understood and hurriedly put down what she was doing and looked outside. When she came back, she frowned and said, "The little princess is wearing plain clothes."
Song Qinghuan's temples were pounding, and his face couldn't help but look ugly.
Plain clothes have always been worn to honor the dead. Xiao Jingtong's mother has been dead for many years, but she is wearing this when she is about to return home, not just to embarrass Song Qinghuan.
What does she, a little girl who is only a few years old, know about movies? She is afraid that it will be another dirty trick from those two restless lackeys.
Song Qinghuan's eyes turned cold and she thought to herself, it seems that if she doesn't take action, these two dogs will think that she is easy to bully.
"Hurry up." She urged the maids, and she felt a chill in her heart.
When Song Qinghuan finished dressing up and came out of the inner room, Xiao Jingtong was facing Xiao Ci.
With tears in her eyes, she bit her lip and cried: "My mother is dead, can't I even dress her in plain clothes?"
"Father, I always only hear the smiles of the new ones but not the tears of the old ones. Can you please stop being so partial? My mother is also your wife."
Xiao Ci's face was already livid, and he fisted his hands into fists, as if he was about to have an attack.
The two little maids outside the house lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes, looking terrified, as if they were frightened.
Song Qinghuan walked to Xiao Ci and reached out to touch his shoulder. There was no trace of anger on his face. He only glanced at Xiao Jingtong and praised him: "If you want to be pretty and filial, this is true."
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Then he said to Xiao Ci: "The little princess likes to dress like this, so just let her wear it like this. There is nothing to worry about."
