Xiao Cicheng was living a happy life, boiling water and making tea was not a problem. He lit the small red clay stove and boiled the spring water that had just been delivered.
Hearing this, he looked sideways at Song Qinghuan.
For a moment, I didn't understand why she was afraid.
Song Qinghuan sat next to Xiao Taozi in the ear room, dragging his head and thinking for a long time, then raised his head to look at Xiao Ci and asked: "My lord, do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"
When Xiao Ci heard this, he immediately laughed and said, "I don't believe it."
He seems to have accomplished nothing, and a dignified prince went to work as a sergeant in the Military and Horse Department of the Five Cities, but no one knows how many lives he had on his hands.
If there really are ghosts and gods in this world, then wouldn't he be surrounded by these ghosts and gods every day?
He said: "Everyone in this world is born and died. Even if you die, your soul will just return to the earth. There is nothing to be afraid of."
Song Qinghuan didn't know how to explain Xiao Ci for a moment.
It turned out that she didn't believe this either, but then she suddenly became the girl of the Qibei Houfu from an orphan girl who lived with her master and wandered all over the world for no reason.
This is a wonder.
But today, Mrs. Song looked back before she died, and she was able to recognize that she was not the real "Song Qinghuan", and she could also call out her name accurately.
This is the second wonder.
But these things couldn't be talked about. Song Qinghuan sighed secretly, lowered his head and didn't talk about it again.
The tea is boiling hot. Water it and roll the tea bowl over it. Then you scoop the tea leaves into the tea bowl, pour the tea into it, cover it for a while, pour the tea out again, and then add water again.
When the brewed tea was handed to Song Qinghuan, Xiao Ci warned: "Be careful of the scalding."
Song Qinghuan agreed, but just put it aside.
Xiao Ci brewed a bowl for himself and sat next to Song Qinghuan. He skimmed off the tea foam in the bowl and thought about it before adding, "I heard a few gossips on the way into the house."
Song Qinghuan looked sideways at him.
Xiao Ci said: "The old lady is not willing to share the same acupuncture point with the old Marquis?"
At that moment, Song Qinghuan's mind was filled with what Mrs. Song said, and she didn't hear clearly the rest.
After hearing this, he thought for a while and was not sure, so he shook his head again: "I was distracted at the time."
Xiao Ci didn't care, and just said casually: "Speaking of which, the old lady has a close relationship with the Yun family."
When Mrs. Song was young, she did not choose a husband from the Song family.
But a young general from the Yun family.
That young general is a brother to the current head of the Yun family.
A man is affectionate and a concubine is interested. It can be said that the man, the talent and the woman are a perfect match.
But unexpectedly, the troublemaker of the Song family came out. While the young general went to fight in the war zone, he used his family background to go to the Holy Lord and forcefully asked for such a marriage with Mrs. Song.
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By the time the young general returned from the victory, she was already a stranger's wife, four or five months pregnant. She took one look from a distance outside the city gate and burst into tears.
After this glance, Yunlang became a passerby from now on.
Xiao Ci slowly poured out these things and drank most of the tea in the bowl.
He chuckled softly: "Your grandmother is a very angry person. I can't blame her for not wanting to share the same acupoint with the old Marquis."
Song Qinghuan thought for a while and thought to herself, no wonder Mrs. Song felt that Mrs. Song was very different. She didn't seem to care about the Song family, but she didn't expect that there was such a thing.
At that time, Mrs. Song cared about others, but because of her sacred destiny, she was not allowed to marry into the Song family.
After taking a look outside the city, she saw that Mr. Song treated her very well, so she accepted her fate and planned to live a good life with Mr. Song.
Who would have known that the young general was trapped by love and died of illness less than half a year after returning to Beijing.
Before he died, he dragged his sick body around and tried his best to see her.
At that time, Mrs. Song was about to give birth, but she still went into labor with a huge belly.
The two of them were locked in the room and they didn't know what they said, but in the end, the little general died in her arms.
The Yunlang in my heart just disappeared, buried underneath a pile of loess and white bones.
But Mrs. Song also hated Mr. Song, and she didn't know why, but she could only tolerate her hatred.
When Song Wende was born, she was not yet full-month old, so she spent every day with the Buddha statues and Buddhist scriptures.
She had not brought up Song Wende since he was a child, and she was indifferent to the Song family. She never got involved in the affairs of the house, just like someone who truly converted to the Buddha.
Song Qinghuan was surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect that Mrs. Song, a lonely person, would have such an unforgettable incident.
But after thinking about it, he retorted: "Although I don't know the cause and effect, what you said is probably not entirely true."
She said: "Before my grandmother died, she specifically called me to her side and told me about Jing Yu. You said she didn't like the Marquis Mansion and she didn't like my father, but why did she miss Jing Yu so much?"
"When Jing Yu was going to Liaodong a few days ago, his grandmother cried a lot and handed him the peace talisman that had been enshrined in front of the Buddha for many years."
"If you really don't have any emotion at all, why would you be so interested in Jing Yu?"
Xiao Ci drank a bowl of tea, Texue brought a food box from the kitchen, and the couple came out of the side room and went to the main room.
Texue took out the pasta that had just been prepared in the kitchen and did not disturb the two of them.
Xiao Ci then chuckled: "I'm afraid you haven't seen the portrait of the young general from the Yun family."
Song Qinghuan asked him to stir the noodle soup evenly, put in a few of his favorite side dishes, and pushed it in front of him: "I've never seen it before."
The Yun family has been in the northwest for many years, and naturally they have never seen her as an impostor. Even if the real owner has seen him, he still can't remember it after so many years.
Xiao Ci said: "Jing Yu is just like that little general."
Song Qinghuan was surprised and hurriedly said: "Seriously?"
It couldn't be more true. Mrs. Song never cared about how well Song Wende was raised, but she single-handedly took care of his life-long affairs.
Song Qinghuan's biological mother married into the Song family. Although her husband had no achievements, her mother-in-law was very easy to get along with.
It's not for anything else, just because Yun is somewhat similar to her second uncle who died young.
When Song Youyu was born, he was white and fat, and his appearance was not obvious, but as he grew older, he became more and more similar. Not only his appearance, but also his body shape and expression were somewhat similar.
If you don't know the inside story about these things, you probably won't be able to figure them out.
Song Qinghuan was stunned when she heard this. It turned out that she thought Mrs. Song was weird and incompatible with the Song family. She might be said to be cold, but she was different towards Song Youyu.
But if they were married across generations, that would be the same for Song Qinghuan and Song Qingyan.
It turns out there is such a origin.
Song Qing sighed happily: "I didn't expect that I would be an infatuated person."
After a pause, he asked Xiao Ci again: "How do you know so clearly about the Song family's affairs with the Yun family?
