If she was someone who could suffer losses, how could she get the name "Song Yueli", and the Yiwang Palace would not be upset.
If an ordinary woman encountered something like her, she would probably just muddle along and end up alone in the palace of the king, and be plotted to death by other concubines.
But she is different.
Even I, too, suffered several losses at her hands.
Xiao Jingchuan was walking behind and could not see Xiao Ci's expression, but from his words, one could hear some joy.
At that moment, he lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and said nothing.
Xiao Ci then said to himself: "She is very protective of others, so she can't help but stand up for you today."
It is a rare opportunity for father and son to talk about things that have nothing to do with their homework, and they cherish this opportunity very much.
He took one step, stopped three steps, and talked with each other.
Xiao Jingchuan noticed that Xiao Ci would subconsciously mention Song Qinghuan from time to time, and even mentioned three or two interesting things about the two of them.
Xiao Jingchuan looked at the smile seeping between Xiao Ci's brows. After being silent for a long time, he boldly asked: "Father, did you marry your mother because you liked her?"
The mother in his mouth refers to Song Qinghuan.
Xiao Ci didn't expect him to ask such a question. He raised his eyebrows but said nothing for a long time.
By the time the two of them returned to Yilan Residence, it was almost time, and the cold wind was blowing outside, making them shivering from the cold.
As soon as Xiao Ci entered the door, he rubbed his hands and put them on the silver carbon basin to keep warm.
Song Qinghuan, who had already slept, saw Xiao Jingchuan coming in behind him with a calm look on his face, and hurriedly asked Taxue to bring a small dumpling over so that the father and son could sit together and warm themselves up.
Xiao Jingtong had already eaten hot noodles again. Seeing that Xiao Ci and Xiao Jingchuan's faces were red from the cold, he couldn't help but look up from the blue and white porcelain bowl, squinting his eyes and smiling.
"Father, you and my brother are like New Year dolls."
Painting dolls in those days didn't just mean having bright red faces.
Song Qinghuan asked the little maid to bring some tea. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "There are no New Year painting dolls as old as your father."
Xiao Ci's face became solemn and he suddenly became unhappy: "How did you say that?"
Xiao Jingchuan raised his head and glanced at Xiao Ci, then he narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Song Qinghuan was not afraid that he was really annoyed. She chuckled and said, "Did I say something wrong again?"
"Even if you were so shameless that you really wanted to draw a doll that year, people wouldn't dare to draw it."
The little maids who were waiting in the room pursed their lips and smiled. Xiao Jingtong also thought about it. The dolls in the paintings back then were all small dolls. It would still be a bit scary if they were replaced by those like her father.
I also giggled at the moment.
The father and son were served hot tea to keep them warm, and then they took the shredded chicken noodle soup that had just been brought from the kitchen, and each of them shared a bowl.
When there was a louder sound outside, Xiao Jingtong immediately put down his bowls and chopsticks and walked to the yard with his short legs. Not long after, he saw fireworks shooting everywhere in the night sky.
He stood there and stared for a moment, then turned back inside, dragged Xiao Ci out, and also started clamoring to set off fireworks.
It was rare for Xiao Ci to celebrate the New Year with his children, and he was in a very good mood. With a wave of his hand, he pretended that his servants had brought the fireworks and set them off in the yard.
Fireworks shot up into the night sky and bloomed into gorgeous flowers, only to fall to the ground again after a moment.
Song Qinghuan stood in the corridor, watching Xiao Jingtong and Xiao Ci's father and daughter playing around, and for a moment she felt a little envious.
Xiao Jingchuan stood with her, looking at the two people in the courtyard intently, and said in a faint voice: "Mother, Happy New Year."
Even the sound of the fireworks covered up Xiao Jingchuan's words, but Song Qinghuan also heard it. She turned her eyes to look at him and saw that his expression was as usual, as if he didn't say anything at all.
After a pause, he said, "Brother Chuan, happy New Year too."
Then he said deliberately: "You have reached the age where you should say goodbye, right?"
Xiao Jingchuan is also fifteen this year. It is almost normal for a high-ranking family to get married now, and to finalize the marriage, and then get married again after two or three years. It is not too early to say it early.
Xiao Jingchuan had just developed a good impression of Song Qinghuan. After hearing this, his face suddenly darkened and he didn't say anything. He just walked to the other side and distanced himself from Song Qinghuan.
Song Qinghuan pursed her lips and smiled. She was just teasing him, so she didn't take it seriously and just stared at the night sky in trance.
It’s another year.
After the fireworks burned out, Xiao Jingchuan and Xiao Jingtong were sent back to their respective courtyards, and only then did Yilan Residence become quiet.
Tomorrow morning he had to go to the palace to pay his respects, so Song Qinghuan quickly took off her hairpin, washed herself, and got into bed.
By the time Xiao Ci came back, she was already asleep.
Xiao Ci felt happy in his heart, so he pulled the person into his arms and gave Song Qinghuan a "chirp" in his face.
Song Qinghuan was annoyed, so she pushed him, turned over and moved to the couch, and said dissatisfied: "Stop making trouble, I have to go to the palace tomorrow, so hurry up and rest."
Xiao Ci knew that she was tired and she deserved a nice compliment, but as soon as her clothes, shoes and socks were taken off and she got into bed, she started to act dishonest.
Song Qinghuan scolded Song Qinghuan for a few words, but he still said shamelessly: "A year's plan starts with spring, a day's plan starts with morning..."
It's spring now, so we have been working hard.
Song Qinghuan's face turned red at his shameless words. She punished him and told him not to go up or down. She looked dissatisfied and then kicked him with a giggle.
"Didn't you say spring? Come on..."
Xiao Ci really came, and as soon as the lamp on the corner of the couch was turned off, only the night pearl in the tent was still lit.
The two of them were not embarrassed or ashamed. Seeing that Song Qinghuan was very tired, Xiao Ci stopped.
He held her in his arms, rested his chin on her forehead, and said with a curl of his lips: "These days are becoming more and more enjoyable."
Song Qinghuan couldn't tell whether Xiao Ci was enjoying it, but when she got up the next day, she felt very uncomfortable.
Not only was my back sore, but I was also very tired. I had to put on a layer of makeup, but it still couldn't hide the dark spots under my eyes.
Song Qinghuan was so angry that he threw away the target scope in his hand and started to curse, but when he remembered that it was the first day of the new year, he couldn't hold it back and glared fiercely at Xiao Ci who was blowing in the spring breeze.
It actually made the little maid serving in the room amused.
Xiao Jingchuan came early because he had to have breakfast at the Yilan residence before entering the palace, but Xiao Jingtong, who went to bed late last night, was quite late.
The family of four had breakfast together, and then took the carriage into the palace.
Song Qinghuan was very tired of these tedious things. In addition, he didn't sleep well last night, so he had a long face when he got on the carriage.
As soon as the man leaned against Xiao Ci, he used him as a human pillow. As soon as he closed his eyes, he threatened: "Don't disturb me."
Xiao Ci knew that she was very tired, so he responded and took a big cloak to cover her body. She really didn't move.
Before the carriage had traveled very far, it was suddenly attacked by people.
