Song Qingyan followed Song Qinghuan in, glanced at Xiao Jingtong, said nothing, and just sat next to Song Qinghuan.
Song Qinghuan raised his eyebrows and said to Song Qingyan: "Don't you think the big-bellied vase with tangled branches and flowers in the house is too tacky? Go get it and throw it to the little princess to play with. I'll give you a more elegant one.
vase."
Texue took one look at Xiao Jingtong and as expected he didn't stop her.
But the feather duster in Xiao Jingtong's hand could not be lifted no matter what.
I held it in my hand for a long time, endured it again and again, and finally threw it to the ground.
He turned around and said angrily: "You are also from Prince Rui's palace. Spending my father's money is not equivalent to spending your own money."
Song Qinghuan sneered: "Little princess, what you said is wrong. It was you who spent the money, not me."
Then he said: "The Song family's money didn't come from the strong wind. If you smash something, you have to pay for it. Isn't this a matter of course?"
"Besides, your father and I didn't let you break anything."
"Then you won't stop me?" Xiao Jingtong didn't want Xiao Ci to spend money on the Song family. Hearing Song Qinghuan say a few words, he shouted confidently.
Song Qinghuan then said: "Why should I stop you?"
She changed her position and leaned lazily on the chair, and then told Tuxue: "Go and have a look. If there is anything worth smashing, bring it over."
After a pause, he looked at Xiao Jingtong again: "The expensive one."
When Xiao Jingtong heard the words "expensive", his heart skipped a beat, he kicked the feather duster in front of him, and then he sat down on the chair unceremoniously.
He lowered his head and said nothing. He looked a little angry, but he didn't lose his temper.
Song Qinghuan raised his head, and Texue hurriedly asked the little maid to come into the house and clean up all the broken porcelain pieces.
The little maid was quick, and she cleaned up and went out in a short time. No one spoke in the room, and it was quiet for a while.
Xiao Jingtong sat half-full, thinking that Song Qinghuan was bound to have an attack, but when he looked up, he saw her holding her hands and looking at the nails she had just dyed a few days ago.
Immediately, I felt left out and extremely aggrieved.
He said from one side of his head: "Are you going to teach me a lesson? If you have anything to say, just say it. It's over after you say it."
Song Qinghuan glanced at her sideways, then lowered his gaze to her nails: "Why should I teach you a lesson? I'm not your father, and you are your mother. How can I teach you a lesson?"
Xiao Jingtong was originally going to use these words to block Song Qinghuan, but when she was told this line, Xiao Jingtong had nothing to say.
But I was unwilling to give in. After thinking for a long time, I said again: "Then if you don't teach me a lesson, why did you bring me here?"
After saying that, he jumped down from the chair and muttered: "I want to find my father."
Taxue and Chunlan, who were like door gods, stood at the door and blocked her.
Xiao Jingtong wanted to rush out, but Tu Xue and Chun Lan were not strong enough. They were defeated. He stamped his feet angrily, turned around and said, "If you don't want to teach me a lesson, then why don't you let me leave?"
Song Qinghuan said with a smile: "Although I don't want to teach you a lesson, I also want you to calm down."
"As soon as you entered the Song family, you first slandered my sister and then attacked my mother. Don't you think you are too hot-tempered?"
"There is nothing wrong with my family, but if word spreads, how can you let your mother feel at ease under Jiuquan? After all, you are not born, and I have not raised you. You are making such a fuss, but your mother's
Your reputation is completely ruined."
"I..." Xiao Jingtong felt that Song Qinghuan's words made some sense, but not entirely.
I was at a loss for words, and after thinking for a long time, I finally said: "What does my bad temper have to do with my mother, and what does it have to do with you restraining me."
Song Qinghuan glanced at her and stopped talking.
He only said to Texue: "Go to the old lady's place to get two volumes of scriptures. I'm not in a calm mood anymore. I have to copy two volumes of scriptures to calm down."
Texue responded with a shout, turned around and ordered someone to go to Mrs. Song to get it.
For a moment, no one spoke in the room, and Xiao Jingtong sat back on the chair angrily.
After a while, the little maid who went to get the scriptures came back. Taxue and Chunlan hurriedly sent the scriptures in and put out the four treasures of the study.
Song Qinghuan sat on the desk and asked Song Qingyan, "Are you coming?"
Song Qingyan, who had been a transparent person for a long time, took a look at Xiao Jingtong, nodded, and said: "Okay."
Holding the pen and ink, they fell on the paper one stroke at a time. Song Qinghuan and Song Qingyan were silent, and they just copied the scriptures wholeheartedly.
Xiao Jingtong still couldn't get out, but the room was eerily quiet. No one said anything, and they looked at her as if she was a transparent person.
At first she was still full of anger, but as time passed, her anger and temper dissipated.
Sitting cross-legged on the rose chair, holding his cheeks with his hands, he sighed a lot, and finally got off the chair and went to the desk.
Seeing the neatly written scripture, she stretched out her hand to pull it off, but as soon as she raised her eyes and saw Song Qinghuan's smiling face, she immediately didn't dare to do anything.
The old man could only sigh deeply: "Tell me, how can you not torture me."
Xiao Jing was young and had a bad temper. The more someone confronted her, the more energetic she became and the more excessive the troubles became.
Like Song Qinghuan, she still lets her make trouble no matter what, and ignores her, just asking her to calm down, which is a kind of torture for her.
And it was still unbearable torture.
Song Qinghuan lowered his eyes and said nothing, but continued to copy scriptures.
Xiao Jingtong stood next to her for a long time, and sighed again: "Princess, what do you want, good or bad, you can just say something."
"You can't lock me up in your little courtyard for the rest of my life."
Song Qinghuan finished writing on the piece of paper in his hand, then put down his pen and looked at Xiao Jingtong, smiling and saying: "If you want to live here for the rest of your life, it's not impossible."
"I don't want it." Xiao Jingtong said angrily, "I want to go find my father."
Song Qinghuan looked at her, still smiling.
Xiao Jingtong's voice became softer and softer, and his mouth flattened and he was about to cry again.
Song Qinghuan said: "When your father left with my father, he asked me to look at you very hard."
Xiao Jingtong couldn't even cry anymore...
"It's not impossible for you to leave from here, but..."
Xiao Jingtong closed his mouth and suddenly looked like "I knew you were like this".
Song Qinghuan said: "As long as you don't lose your temper today, don't say hurtful words, and don't do hurtful things, I will not only let you leave here, but I will also take you to play outside."
She bent down and looked at Xiao Jingtong at eye level, and said with a smile: "Otherwise, I have many ways to make you calm down...
