These "younger brothers and sisters" are simply a sore spot for Xiao Jingtong.
She is the youngest in the family, and whether it is Empress Dowager Jiang, Xiao Ci, or someone else, she is always doted on her the most.
If she really has more "brothers and sisters", from now on, these favors will no longer be hers.
Immediately he exploded: "I don't want any younger brothers or sisters."
Song Qinghuan looked at her and smiled: "You don't like your younger brothers and sisters, so why did you bring me so many children's toys from your father?"
Xiao Jingtong glared and wanted to speak, but Xiao Jingchuan stopped him.
When Xiao Jingchuan saw Xiao Ci coming out of the inner room, the smile of watching a good show disappeared from his face, he immediately pulled Xiao Jingtong and said: "Sister Tong, it's getting late, don't you still want me to read to you?"
,let's go."
Xiao Jingtong's face turned red with anxiety. He looked at Xiao Jingchuan, thought for a moment and then looked at Xiao Ci, then reluctantly walked to Xiao Jingchuan's side.
Xiao Jingchuan acted as if nothing had happened. He stood up with a smile and saluted Xiao Ci and Song Qinghuan: "No more nagging about father and mother. My son will leave first with Sister Tong."
Then he didn't stay much and took the reluctant Xiao Jingtong away.
Taxue Xunmei called her mother-in-law to clean the house inside and out to make sure there were no black bugs, and then lit incense again.
Song Qinghuan hadn't eaten yet. When he saw that the two young ancestors had left, he asked: "Your Majesty, Princess, do you want to pass on the meal?"
Song Qinghuan was really hungry and deserved to say: "Pass it on."
The lanterns in the yard are still burning, and the flowers of all colors are still blooming in this cold winter.
There was no one to serve him in the room. Song Qinghuan turned over the things brought by the two brats and said, "My lord, your son has done something terrible at a young age. When he grows up, it will be even more terrible."
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It seems that these things are all done by Xiao Jingtong, but behind them are all the bad ideas of Ambassador Xiao Jingchuan.
Xiao Jingtong was young, and although she knew a lot, she was a straightforward person. Those people said that Xiao Ci was romantic, and that Song Qinghuan was old. In the end, there was a box of black worms, if Xiao Jingchuan hadn't been in it,
She didn't believe it.
Not to mention that Song Qinghuan didn't believe it, and Xiao Ci didn't believe it either, but when he heard Song Qinghuan praise Xiao Jingchuan, he was still happy and laughed: "It's lucky that your husband is not the emperor, otherwise our son will not be enough for him to play with in the future."
"Your Majesty." Xiao Ci opened his mouth to speak these treacherous words. Song Qinghuan was afraid that the walls had ears, so she hurriedly reminded him.
Xiao Ci didn't care at all. After removing the pearls and agate, Prince Rui's Mansion was really like an iron barrel. He also believed that Song Qinghuan would not betray him, so he was unscrupulous.
"Speaking of which, the children of the royal family are not as comfortable as ordinary people. At least they don't have to fight against each other."
Song Qinghuan reminded him once. Seeing that he still didn't know how to restrain himself, he gave him another look: "You envy other people's common people, and they also envy you."
These powerful families live a life of wealth and splendor, and in the eyes of the people, no one would envy them.
There is no need to talk about anything else, just talking about the Wusha Plague. As long as there are some powerful families, no one who is infected with the plague will be sent to the quarantine area in the west of the city.
The people who were sent to the isolation area were all the people that Xiao Ci envied. Once they were sent there, there was really no hope of living.
Who among those people doesn't hope that they are also from a powerful family, at least they don't have to be sent to the quarantine area, and they can still see a glimmer of hope of living.
Xiao Ci was scolded by Song Qinghuan. After thinking about it, he smiled and said, "That's right."
Before dinner was put on the table, the two chatted for a while, and then Xiao Ci got up again and took something wrapped in blue cloth from Duobao Pavilion.
Passing it to Song Qinghuan, he said seriously: "Happy birthday."
Song Qinghuan shrank her hand and didn't dare to take it. She was disturbed by the disgusting black bugs in the box.
He just said: "Didn't Sister Tong give them to you? She even gave me twenty-two items."
She bit the word "twenty-two" very hard.
Xiao Ci laughed again: "Children are just playing around, how can they count."
As he spoke, he opened the cloth bag again, and inside were two blue-sealed books. It looked like they were old, and the corners of the books were already a bit tattered.
He presented the two books to Song Qinghuan: "I guess you will like them."
When Song Qinghuan saw that it was a book, he felt relieved, reached out to take it, and flipped through it casually. When he saw the records inside, he couldn't help but smile.
He raised his head to look at Xiao Ci and said with a smile: "You live with me every day, and you also give me books about poison techniques. Are you not afraid that if you make me unhappy one day, you won't even have any bones left when you die?"
Xiao Ci saw her smile, and he also smiled: "If this is really the case? What can I do? Who asked me to marry you home and make you unhappy?"
After a pause, he added: "In order to live longer, my husband should pamper you more, love you more, and try not to offend you."
Song Qinghuan pursed her lips and giggled, and said proudly: "You know what I mean."
Fu carefully wrapped the two books and put them away himself.
Texue Xunmei came in with a food box, placed the food and wine brought by the kitchen one by one, and changed some incense for the room, and then left respectfully.
Song Qinghuan didn't eat well during the day. In the afternoon, he only ate some pastries and drank some tea when he went to Yipinju. The moon was already at its peak and he was already hungry.
The two of them sat next to the dining table. Xiao Ci first brought some vegetables to Song Qinghuan and let her eat to satisfy her stomach, and then filled the wine glass.
He raised his wine glass and toasted her three times in a row, and he said something nice and obedient, making Song Qinghuan happy.
He didn't even take the matter of being teased by those two brats just now to his mind.
After three glasses of wine, Xiao Ci sighed: "My husband was still thinking about waiting for your birthday to give you a son, but now it's better..."
Before he could finish speaking, Song Qinghuan kicked him: "Shameless."
I don’t know what kind of wine this is. Song Qinghuan drank three glasses and became a little drunk. His face was stained with rouge color, and his eyes were full of water vapor, which made him very beautiful.
She said angrily: "Not to mention that it is not suitable to have a child now, even if I do have a child in the future, I don't want it to be a son."
Xiao Ci looked at her, and Song Qinghuan quirked his eyebrows and said with a smile: "With Brother Chuan's temper, my son will die of hardship."
Xiao Ci also knew that she was quite drunk, otherwise he wouldn't have said this, so he smiled and said, "It doesn't matter whether she is a son or a daughter. When we go to the fiefdom next year, our life will be easier."
After finishing the glass of wine in one gulp, Xiao Ci's eyes lit up and he looked forward to the future a little more.
