Song Qinghuan's face turned hot and he spat: "If you're drunk, you're drunk. Just let him rest for a while. What are you doing to me?"
Song Qingyan pursed her lips and smiled, and also joked: "Sister, go quickly, brother-in-law is drunk, and he is not looking for you."
Song Qinghuan glared at her, but before she could speak, Xiao Yun urged her again: "Go and see what's going on."
He added: "Prince Rui's Mansion is not far from our home, so it's not easy for you sisters to meet whenever you want."
"It's true that your father doesn't know what to look at. He has to get people drunk."
The one chattered non-stop, and the other asked someone to prepare sobering soup, and even pushed the reluctant Song Qinghuan out the door.
Only then did Song Qinghuan finally realize what it meant to be water thrown away by a married daughter.
Xiao Ci's drinking capacity was such that he could be drunk by Song Wende so easily.
It's just that he didn't see Song Qinghuan for a long time, and there were two prostitutes around him, so he just pretended to be drunk.
When he was being helped into Lanyue Pavilion, he was still walking unsteadily, with his head hanging up and yelling that he had no words to speak.
When he lay down on the couch, there was no one in the room, and he no longer seemed to be drunk at all.
When Song Qinghuan hurried over, she saw him drinking tea with his legs crossed in the room. Except for the blush on his face, he didn't appear to be drunk at all.
When Xiao Ci saw Song Qinghuan come in, he immediately pretended to be pretentious again and said with a smile: "Madam, you are back. My husband has been waiting for you for a long time."
After saying that, he put down the tea cup in his hand and walked toward Song Qinghuan with unsteady steps.
As soon as he got closer, he fell down on her again.
"You are dead." Song Qinghuan, a prostitute, could not bear the weight of Xiao Ci.
So he had to half-support and half-drag him into the inner room.
Xiao Ci looked drunk again and kept rubbing himself against Song Qinghuan.
Even after being pushed by Song Qinghuan several times, he still didn't get discouraged.
At first, Song Qinghuan thought he was just faking it, but smelling the smell of alcohol on his body, he wasn't so sure.
He cursed and said, "If you can't drink, just don't drink so much. You won't feel comfortable until you drink like a dead dog."
She couldn't figure it out on her own, so she called Texue to come into the house to help.
Texue came in, but when he saw Xiao Ci's expression, his face turned red and he went out as if he didn't know anything.
As a result, Song Qinghuan had to use all his strength to throw Xiao Ci onto the bed.
Xiao Ci fell on the couch, feeling uncomfortable. He turned sideways and stretched out his hand to pull Song Qinghuan to his side.
He rubbed the top of her hair and laughed.
Only now did Song Qinghuan realize that her feelings were just an act.
She reached out and opened his hand, and said angrily: "Xiao Ci, you are pretending to be drunk, you are going too far."
Xiao Ci was in a very good mood. He held Song Qinghuan in his arms and smiled again: "It's too much."
"I just want you to be my husband." He had some stubble on his chin and rubbed it against Song Qinghuan's neck. He was still a little unhappy: "You are such a heartless little thing. After the banquet, you never come back, nor do you want to go back."
You know how to care about someone and be a husband."
Song Qinghuan was tickled by him and giggled. She pushed her chin away and felt angry and funny: "You are already so old, and you still ask me to treat you like a three-year-old."
"If you are willing, my husband will be happy to be a three-year-old child." Xiao Ci said with a smile, but his hands began to become dishonest.
Song Qinghuan had been really tired these past few days. Seeing that he was starting to become shameless again, he quickly grabbed him and begged softly: "Don't make trouble, there are many maids guarding you outside."
Xiao Ci didn't have a boudoir for a long time and only enjoyed these things. He finally got the chance to eat meat, so he couldn't bear it.
He bit her ear and whispered: "What are you afraid of? Maybe they dare to rush in."
But she also begged: "Madam, I feel so uncomfortable for my husband."
Song Qinghuan pushed him and sternly refused: "No."
Then he said, "I've been very tired these past few days. Can you just let me go? My waist is about to break."
Xiao Ci had indeed been out of control these past few days, and it had indeed exhausted Song Qinghuan. After thinking about it, he decided not to embarrass her.
He just pulled the man into his arms and said, "Okay, I won't make trouble for you, and you can sleep with me for a while."
After saying that, he took it seriously and just closed his eyes to sleep.
Song Qinghuan didn't move either. She leaned in his arms and soon felt sleepy.
She really wanted to sleep, but Xiao Ci could not sleep.
The person in her arms was held like a stove, but she didn't feel anything at all.
Xiao Ci stroked her back again and again, and then chuckled for a while: "What method did you use to make Sister Tong angry but not able to get angry?"
Song Qinghuan was already drowsy and did not answer him when he heard the words. He only said vaguely: "What, are you feeling distressed?"
Xiao Ci smiled again: "That's not true."
Then he sighed softly and said with emotion: "This child has a very stubborn temper. When he is good, he is extremely good. When he is bad, no one can control him. It's a good thing you have some ideas."
Song Qinghuan, who was drowsily asleep, also sighed. She understood it deeply.
When she had nothing to do with Xiao Ci, that little girl was not close to her. That is to say, when she became involved with Xiao Ci, her attitude towards him changed drastically.
Song Qinghuan no longer wanted to discuss the matter of the two naughty children. She only deserved to say: "As long as you don't feel bad, I will always find a way to deal with her."
Then there was another pause: "We can't keep those two people around her anymore."
Xiao Ci didn't know it, but it turned out that there was no mistress in Prince Rui's palace, so he rashly dealt with Empress Dowager Jiang's two informants. Not only did he get no benefits, but the gains outweighed the losses, so he stayed still.
Seeing that Song Qinghuan seemed to have an idea this time, he immediately said: "It's up to you. I'll take care of anything for you."
Song Qinghuan was already asleep. Hearing these words, he opened his eyes again to look at Xiao Ci, and then rolled his eyes: "I believe you, you idiot."
Those two maids belonged to Empress Dowager Jiang, and she had ways to deal with them, but once she did, she would inevitably make Empress Dowager Jiang unhappy.
When she entered the palace yesterday, she listened to the instructions and knelt down several times. She didn't see him bring anything for her. Instead, she asked him to leave early in the morning, leaving her alone to suffer.
Xiao Ci looked at her look of disdain and couldn't help but pinch her cheek in amusement, and repeated: "I told you that I would be able to hold it for you, don't believe it."
Song Qinghuan really didn't believe it yet, so she nuzzled into his arms, found a comfortable position, and then said, "You want me to believe you, right? It's easy, just go and do something for me."
Xiao Ci looked at her and said nothing.
Song Qinghuan said: "Don't you have Xiao Yang's nephew? This man spits shit, which makes me very unhappy. When did you knock out his teeth, I will believe you."
