Xiao Ci didn't say this just to coax Song Qinghuan, he really thought so in his heart.
Song Qinghuan didn't take it seriously, smiled twice with crooked eyebrows, and then restrained himself.
Then he said: "Okay, don't put your hat on me here. It's getting late. You have to work on errands tomorrow, so go back to bed first."
Xiao Ci had a noble status, but his errand was in the inconspicuous Five Cities Army and Horses Division. He didn't have much to do on weekdays, and no one said anything about whether he was going or not.
But now that there is a suspected plague in the city, he has the identity of Prince Rui, but he must not be lazy. Even if he goes there to drink tea and sleep, it is better than staying locked up in the house.
Xiao Jingtong looked like this, so he was definitely going to have a hard time tonight. Song Qinghuan wanted to stay here both emotionally and rationally. Seeing that it was getting late, he had to go back first after Xiao Ci.
Xiao Ci just didn't want to stay alone in the empty room, so he came to Hanliyuan. He was still not hot at the moment, and Song Qinghuan had to drive people away again, so he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.
I looked around and saw a beauty's couch under the east wall, so I went up and said, "Sister Tong is also my husband's daughter after all. If such a big thing happens, you will have to stay here." If you spend the night, your husband shouldn't be able to sleep peacefully even if he's just putting on a show."
Xiao Jingtong Xu in his arms had another nightmare. Before he even opened his eyes, he burst into tears and tugged on Song Qinghuan's clothes while struggling.
Xiao Ci hurriedly jumped up from the beauty's couch and walked a few steps to the couch. He saw Song Qinghuan hurriedly reaching out and patting Xiao Jingtong, coaxing: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay..."
Her voice is soft and soft, with a bit of intoxicating charm.
Xiao Jingtong may have gotten used to Song Qinghuan's voice in his sleep, and soon fell asleep again.
Xiao Ci saw that her brows were still open, so he couldn't help but also frowned slightly.
Song Qinghuan stroked Xiao Jingtong's back repeatedly and said without raising her head: "You'd better go back to Yilanju as soon as possible. Sister Tong's head is so noisy at night, how can you sleep well?"
Xiao Ci saw that she was yawning profusely, but she was still sitting like this and did not dare to lie down. His heart felt warm, but he had no intention of returning to Zhilanju.
"What's the big deal? Sister Tong is my husband's daughter. No matter how noisy or noisy I have to endure, I might as well throw her out."
After a pause, he said again: "Thank you for your hard work."
This is the second time he has said this.
Song Qinghuan raised her eyes and saw that Xiao Ciren was already lying down on the beauty's couch.
Xiao Jing was young, so the beauty's couch in this room was not big. Xiao Ci, a six-foot-tall man, looked particularly awkward when he lay down on it.
The beauty's couch was not even as long as his legs, so he could neither straighten his legs nor turn over while sleeping on it.
Song Qinghuan didn't even understand that his majestic Prince Rui had to suffer this crime. It could be seen that he had his eyes closed and looked like he was already asleep. He just sighed deeply and said nothing more.
He only softly called Ta Xue, who was waiting outside, into the house.
"Take a thin blanket to cover the prince to prevent him from catching a cold."
The little Xiao Jingtong in his arms couldn't move at all, so he had to let Texue go.
Texue lowered her eyebrows and frowned in response, then took a thin blanket and covered Xiao Ci.
At this moment, Xiao Ci fell asleep in the house, and Ta Xue couldn't stay any longer. After finishing what he was doing, he whispered softly: "Princess, my servant is guarding the next door tonight. There is also a little maid outside this house." If anything happens during the night watch, the princess will call and the servant will be here."
Song Qinghuan was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes. Hearing this, he waved his hand and said, "Go ahead. You've been tired for the whole day. Let's take a rest."
Texue gave a shout of approval and went out. Song Qinghuan didn't even hear the sound of the door closing, so he yawned and fell into a half-asleep state.
As expected, Xiao Jingtong was noisy all night, and Song Qinghuan got up in the middle of the night, changed the soothing incense, tasted the medicine for a while, and took her to the toilet for a while. It was not until dawn that the whole family, one and the other, fell asleep next to each other.
Xiao Ci stood up against the dark eyes, and saw Xiao Jingtong sleeping on the inside of the bed, and Song Qinghuan sleeping on the outside with her body bent.
Two-thirds of a blanket covered Xiao Jingtong's body, and the remaining one-third was casually placed on Song Qinghuan's feet.
The two of them were leaning against each other, both breathing calmly, and Xiao Jingtong's frown also spread.
When Xiao Ci saw this scene, his heart was filled with mixed emotions and he couldn't tell what he was feeling. He turned around and took the warm blanket from the beauty's couch, and carefully covered Song Qinghuan's body.
Song Qinghuan woke up with a cry. Before his eyes were fully opened, he asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Ci touched her head and whispered: "Nothing, just go to sleep."
Then he said: "Sister Tong is sleeping very deeply."
After hearing this, Song Qinghuan raised her head slightly and glanced at Xiao Jingtong who was sleeping next to her. Without saying a word, she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
She is really too tired.
Xiao Ci went back to Lanzhou Residence in the morning light, washed up, ate some breakfast casually, and asked Xunmei to prepare some easy-to-carve food for Song Qinghuan and Xiao Jingtong, before going to the Wucheng Army and Horse Department to work as an errand.
During these days, there were many refugees in and outside the city, and many things happened.
Yesterday, those refugees from outside were allowed into the city as long as their identities were clear and they had relatives in the capital they could rely on. But today, all four city gates in Kyoto have been sealed.
Xiao Ci strode into the Wucheng Office, and his colleagues who had worked with him for many years hurried forward.
"Boss, you're here. Three more people died last night, and one of them was hiding it. The brothers spent a lot of effort to snatch him away."
This man is called Lao He. He is about forty years old. He is dark-skinned, but his eyes are huge. At this time, his eyes are bloodshot, his lips are white, and his face is tired. One look at it and you can tell that he was afraid of something last night.
Did not sleep.
Xiao Ci glanced at him sideways, with a very serious look on his face. He didn't ask what happened to the corpses, but he said first, "Didn't you wear protective clothing and face masks when you robbed people?"
Lao He said repeatedly: "Wear it, wear it."
Xiao Ci walked in front, and he followed behind with the sword on his waist. He said with a smile: "Brothers, you don't want to die, but you can't bear to leave your beautiful wife and children at home."
He said jokingly, "I went to the Imperial Hospital to ask for a doctor at midnight last night, but no one has come yet."
"The body of Sanju is parked in the cold room at the back. I asked the brothers to stay away from it."
"But if people from the hospital don't take a look, these corpses can't be kept for a long time. Is it better to burn them or bury them?"
"We have to pull them out together and burn them." Xiao Ci turned the corner with a meteoric stride and responded coldly.
