Xiao Mu wore thick protective clothing and stayed in the epidemic area for a long time. When he saw the vomited blood and insects, he was so sick that he vomited several times. In the afternoon, he couldn't stand it any more, so he left someone here to watch.
I will go back home first.
When there was nothing that could be done about the plague, Xiao Ci was busy day and night. Now that there is a cure for the plague, he is still busy.
I still thought about going home at night and holding my beautiful wife in my arms, but who would have thought that I had to work for seven days before I had time to go back home.
Xiao Ci stayed in the epidemic area in the west of the city for seven whole days without moving anywhere. When he returned to the mansion, his body exuded a sour smell.
When Song Qinghuan heard that he was back, he specially waited for Xiao Jingchuan and Xiao Jingtong to go to the second gate to greet him after the ban was lifted.
Before he even got close, several people were covering their noses.
Xiao Ci stayed there for a few days, and everywhere he went there was this smell. He didn't even notice it. Now that he saw his wife and children looking like this, he even raised his arm to smell it and laughed.
: "It has no taste."
He held up his hands and ran towards a few people: "I haven't seen you for a few days, come and give me a hug."
Song Qinghuan, Xiao Jingchuan and Xiao Jingtong immediately ran away, fearing that he would really catch them.
Due to the plague, the entire city of Kyoto has been shrouded in dark clouds for nearly a month, but now it has finally cleared up.
There were also cheers and laughter in Prince Rui's mansion, and all the maids and women who lived there had also moved back.
Song Qinghuan rolled up her sleeves, bathed Xiao Ci's hair, and rubbed her back. She worked for a full hour and a half, and took several buckets of water to wash away the sour smell.
She smells good, puts on well-fitting clothes, and looks very energetic.
Xiao Cicai came out of the bathroom, and Xiao Jingtong got down from the chair, ran over to him, hugged his legs and said coquettishly: "Father, I miss you so much. I haven't seen you in a month."
Not only did she see Xiao Ci every time for a month, but she also didn't see Xiao Jingchuan for a month. He was detained in Hanlian Courtyard every day, which made everyone go crazy.
Xiao Ci picked up Xiao Jingtong and laughed: "She has sunk a lot."
He looked at Xiao Jingtong carefully again, nodded and said, "He has become a lot more mellow."
It's been about a month, and there's only so much room for activities. I'm still very free every day, and I either eat or sleep every day.
The fat that was lost in a few days due to the shock of the pearls grew at a speed visible to the naked eye within a few days, and not only that, but also gained a few extra kilograms.
Chunlan Qiulan was waiting for Xiao Jingtong to take a bath. When she turned around, she also worriedly said to Song Qinghuan: "The ring of flesh on the little princess's belly will be a control point in the future."
Because of the ring of flesh on her belly, all of Xiao Jingtong's clothes no longer fit. The ones that could be made wider had to be made wider, and the ones that couldn't fit were remade.
When the confinement was lifted, the first thing Song Qinghuan saw when he saw Xiao Jingtong was: These chickens, ducks and fish that had been dead for so long were indeed not unjust.
Although Xiao Jingtong didn't pay much attention to his weight gain, he was still a beauty-loving person. When he heard what Xiao Ci said, he immediately slipped off him in displeasure and hummed at him with wide eyes: "Father"
The king hates it."
Song Qinghuan looked on and giggled. It is indeed a girl's nature to love beauty.
The plague was almost over. At night, the four members of the family gathered together to have a meal. Xiao Ci rarely made trouble and Song Qinghuan lay down on the couch and fell asleep.
Knowing that he was very tired these days, Song Qinghuan didn't ask anyone to come into the house to serve him, but just asked him to sleep better.
The next morning, he had to go to the palace to report on the plague.
Song Qinghuan sent him out early in the morning, but before he came back in the evening, the news of the reward came back first.
Liu Jian stood at the door with his sword in his arms, and with a sullen face he told all those who had contributed to the plague, what rewards he had received, and what officials he had been promoted to.
Among the long list of names, the only one missing was Xiao Cide.
After Song Qinghuan heard the report of Six Swords, he thought he had missed it and asked: "What about our prince?"
Liu Jian snorted coldly: "Our prince has been fined for one year and received a salary."
"It was said that the work was not done well. It took nearly half a month to find a prescription for the plague, which caused heavy casualties to the people, so I was fined a year's salary."
"What?" Song Qinghuan said angrily: "This is unreasonable."
A year's salary was nothing to Xiao Ci and Song Qinghuan, but Xiao Ci's hard work was evident.
For nearly a month, neither of his children had even glanced at him. The newlywed princess Song Qinghuan also asked him to leave him in the house and not take care of him. But he didn't expect that in the end, even if he had no credit, he would be forced to do something wrong and offend him.
Go down in name.
Song Qinghuan's whole body was filled with cold air, and he snorted coldly. He cursed "foolish" in his heart, but said nothing.
After asking Xiao Ci, Song Qinghuan asked another casual question about Xiao Mu, but Liujian still didn't look good.
"The prince has made the greatest contribution this time. Both the queen mother and the emperor have praised him highly. Naturally, the rewards are flowing like water."
To put it bluntly, all the credit for Xiao Ci's achievements has been attributed to Xiao Mu's name.
At the end of the day, I just made a wedding dress for the prince.
Although these achievements were not Song Qinghuan's and they were not important to her, she felt aggrieved for Xiao Ci in her heart.
When Xiao Ci came back from the palace, she became a little cautious. She no longer had the casual coquettishness of the past, but became virtuous and well-behaved.
At night, the first two children were looking at the family's food. Xiao Ci noticed something was wrong and did not ask him face to face.
After both children had left, he pulled her and asked, "What's wrong? Is it Sister Tong or Brother Chuan who has offended you today?"
"No way." Song Qinghuan lowered his eyes and said in a gentle and calm tone: "The two children are very well-behaved, how could they come to make me angry every now and then."
Xiao Ci looked at her doubtfully, and when he saw the look on his face was peaceful, he asked again: "Do you know what's going on in the palace?"
Song Qinghuan nodded, "I understand."
Xiao Ci laughed sarcastically, touched his nose, and then said with a smile: "Marry a chicken, follow a chicken, marry a dog, follow a dog. Your husband will only have so much potential in the future, so don't despise him."
Song Qinghuan saw that he had misunderstood, and immediately puffed up his cheeks and glared: "You still have the intention to joke. You have worked hard for so many days, and there is still hard work without credit. There is no need to belittle or belittle."
Xiao Ci paused for a moment, but he didn't expect that she was doing it for this. He reached out and hugged the person, and said calmly: "Just get used to it, why bother. Besides, I don't care about these things."
After all, Empress Dowager Jiang is just a woman. No matter how ambitious or hegemonic she is, she has no vision, and that's all.
If this Dali country had not had a solid foundation laid down by our ancestors, the Xiao family would have been completely defeated and replaced by dynasties.
Song Qinghuan had never experienced the things he had experienced, and seeing what he said was so lighthearted, she felt even more unjust.
Wringing up his handkerchief, he asked, "If you don't care about these, then what do you care about?"
Xiao Ci chuckled lightly, looked down at Song Qinghuan, raised his hand and scratched the tip of her nose: "I miss you.
