Rouzhen and Song Qinghuan were very familiar with each other, and they used to make fun of Song Youyu from time to time.
Song Youyu was good-looking, young and promising, and he was a good son-in-law. She was so happy that she wished she could call him as her consort.
She always said that she admired Song Youyu to the point where she didn't even think about food or tea.
But everyone knew that her words were just words. Given the current situation, it was impossible for Prince Xiao Mu to let Rouzhen marry into the Song family.
Song Wende was a man who had no need for revenge. To put it bluntly, he was a fool. Song Youyu was young and promising, but he was just a small general in the Cao family's army in Liaodong and didn't have much ability.
If you really want to have any interests with the Song family, marrying Rouzhen to Song Youyu would be better than marrying the son of the northwest Yun family.
Song Qinghuan only said this because he knew that there was no possibility between the two of them, so he made a joke.
Rouzhen chuckled and responded teasingly: "No, in the whole of Kyoto, there are very few people like General Song who are well-born, young, promising, and considerate."
"It's not like you don't know that I fell in love with him the first time I saw him, but I just didn't like General Song."
Song Qinghuan gave her a disgusting look and tutted: "They say a man chases a woman across a mountain, and a woman chases a man across a veil. If you can't let go, you might as well chase her to Liaodong. Maybe he will be happy when he sees you." It’s so great, how can this be accomplished?”
"I can't say for sure. What if one day I really pursue him to Liaodong?"
Knowing that Song Qinghuan was joking, Rouzhen was not convinced and she deserved it.
Then the two of them laughed again and did not take the matter seriously.
When the sky was getting dark, Rouzhen wanted to go to Empress Dowager Jiang and Empress Wang first, so she asked Wu Nian to lead Song Qinghuan to the banquet first, and then went to look for her after the banquet started.
Song Qinghuan knew that it was not easy for her in the palace, so she did not delay, straightened her clothes, and went to the banquet with Wu Nian.
Due to the plague this year, many civil and military ministers and their families were invited to the palace banquet held on New Year's Eve.
When Song Qinghuan arrived, the banquet was quite full. Several officials and their ladies were whispering to each other some innocuous words. When they saw her sitting on the table, they also joined in the conversation.
All of these official ladies were older than Song Qinghuan, and since she had never given birth to a child, she had even less common topics to talk about. After sitting for a while, she felt a little uncomfortable.
After looking around, he still didn't see Rouzhen. After thinking about it, he got up and left the table with an excuse.
This year's annual banquet was held in the Imperial Garden. There were many flowers and palace lanterns hanging around, illuminating the road and preventing people from getting lost.
Song Qinghuan wanted to get away, but was afraid of meeting acquaintances on the road, so he passed under the lamp and headed for a secluded path.
Unexpectedly, I actually peeped into something terrible.
On the path not far from the banquet place in the Royal Garden, a young boy was blocked by several maids.
The young man frowned and looked at the girl who was less than three feet away from him, feeling unhappy.
The little girl didn't seem to notice the displeased look on his face. She took a big step forward and said proudly: "You run, little maids like me have the skills to stay close to you. Let's see if you can still run." Where to go."
Song Qinghuan just stood still and said this. He was curious about whose girl was so open-minded, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not good to peek into people's privacy, so he turned around and left immediately.
"Zhou Nanxu, what do you want? This is the palace, not your Weiyuan Marquis Mansion."
When the young man's calm voice reached Song Qinghuan's ears, she paused in her steps and looked back at the shadow in disbelief.
Seeing that the young man's figure was exactly the same as Xiao Jingchuan's, I couldn't help but be surprised, but then I felt a little gloating about his misfortune.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Jingchuan, who has always been a sinister person, would be blocked by a girl.
The thought of leaving suddenly disappeared. Song Qinghuan stood still and planned to take another look.
Zhou Nanxu heard Xiao Jingchuan's voice without any emotion and said angrily: "So what's going on in the palace?"
She handed the purse she had prepared early in the morning to Xiao Jingchuan: "If you hadn't refused to accept this purse just now, I wouldn't have asked the little maid to come here to block you."
"I spent several months embroidering this purse specially to give it to you. No matter what you think, you have to accept it today, or not."
"Men and women cannot be intimate." Xiao Jingchuan frowned tightly, as if he had no patience at all: "I won't take your money."
With that said, he made a gesture to leave.
Only then did Zhou Nanxu become anxious. He grabbed Xiao Jingchuan and said angrily: "Xiao Jingchuan, don't drink the toast and eat the fine wine. Just because I have a crush on you, you are acting pretentious."
"When I admire you, you are a human being. When I don't admire you, you people in Prince Rui's Palace are no more than dogs in my eyes."
Xiao Jingchuan's whole body was suddenly filled with cold air, and his fists loosened and tightened again.
When Zhou Nanxu saw that he was silent, she thought he was scared and stuffed her purse into his lapel: "Take it as long as you are told. You have to be treated like a dog to feel comfortable..."
She ran out of fun and said a few more words, which finally made Xiao Jingchuan angry. She pushed Zhou Nanxu away, took out the purse in her arms and threw it on the ground.
"Zhou Nanxu, since you don't regard the people of Prince Rui's palace as human beings, why do you pretend to give me this and that, while still saying whether you admire me or not?"
The blue purse fell at Zhou Nanxu's feet. Although she didn't make it with her own hands, it still had her hard work on it.
Seeing that his thoughts were trampled on by Xiao Jingchuan, Zhou Nanxu jumped up immediately, raised his hand and slapped Xiao Jingchuan.
"Xiao Jingchuan, when I treat you as a human being, you are a bitch and insist on treating yourself like a dog."
Xiao Jingchuan did not dodge or dodge, and received this slap in the face. Even though he was angry in his heart, he did not get angry in front of him. He only looked at Zhou Nanxu deeply, turned around and left.
But how could Zhou Nanxu let him go so easily? With a stomp of his foot, he ordered several maids: "Catch him."
Those little maids were all older than Xiao Jingchuan, and they were all good at boxing and kicking. Xiao Jingchuan didn't want to make the matter bigger, so he really asked them to catch them one by one.
Song Qinghuan looked extremely worried and wondered why Xiao Jingchuan was so dull and indifferent today.
When Zhou Nanxu saw that Xiao Jingchuan had no strength to resist, he sneered and stepped on the purse under his feet.
He said: "Xiao Jingchuan, you are just like your father. You sound like a bitch at heart. I treat you well, but you don't want me to."
The purse was severely stepped on the ground by her, and it was stained with a lot of mud. Zhou Nanxu said: "Since you want to be a bitch, I won't stop you. From now on, when I see you once, I will treat you like this purse."
