The visitor looked at Song Qinghuan and looked at each other, then paused.
He wore a dark blue robe and had a black jade hairpin in his bun. Although his figure was still thin, he was in good spirits.
He is no longer sick as he was last time. His eyes are clear and his face is rosy. He must be in good health.
Song Qinghuan looked at him and looked him up and down without saying a word.
Wei Yutang also looked at her once, then lowered his eyes and took a few steps back: "I didn't know there was a foreigner. It's so intrusive."
After saying that, he bowed his head, turned around and left.
Song Qinghuan also looked away, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip.
I never dreamed that I would meet Wei Yutang here.
Qingshan didn't know whether they recognized him, so he explained: "Mr. Wei was recently invited by the academy to teach. He probably heard my voice and came to look for me. Princess, please don't mind."
Song Qinghuan's lips curled up slightly and she replied, "How could that be?"
He didn't say much, just pretended that he had never met Wei Yutang.
But I am a little confused in my heart. The Lantern Festival has not yet passed, when did Wei Yutang enter Beijing?
Since he had written letters to Song Qingyan, why didn't he say he was going to Kyoto?
After thinking about it carefully, I sighed secretly in my heart, just because Song Qingyan was not worth it.
If he had no idea, he would have ignored Song Qingyan's letters, but even after he answered the letters, he didn't take Song Qingyan to heart at all.
For a moment, Song Qinghuan didn't know whether to be angry with Wei Yutang or Song Qingyan.
Qingshan had other things to do, and Song Qinghuan was a female guest, so it was not convenient for him to stay longer. He apologized and went out. After a while, he turned back to invite Xiao Jingchuan and Xiao Jingtong over.
Since she didn't mention Song Qinghuan, she didn't join in the fun. She only straightened the clothes of Xiao Jingchuan and Xiao Jingtong one by one, and warned: "Don't be nervous, just treat it like meeting a friend."
Xiao Jingchuan nodded cautiously in agreement, and Xiao Jingtong also became serious and serious, and nodded: "Don't worry, Princess, I won't talk nonsense."
Song Qing smiled happily: "Go ahead."
After sending the person out, Song Qinghuan returned to the teahouse.
The tea in the tea bowl was gone, and Song Qinghuan had nothing to do, so she cooked another bowl by herself. She was not good at this, and before the tea was even boiled, the tea container was scalded.
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A figure outside the tea room paused and stayed outside the door for a while, then finally opened the bamboo curtain and entered the room.
Song Qinghuan raised his head to look at him, with a calm expression on his face, and called out politely and unfamiliarly: "Young Master Wei."
Wei Yutang had a lump in his throat. Although his expression remained motionless, his heart was filled with a bitter smile.
He lowered his eyes and said, "I have met Princess Rui."
Song Qinghuan looked at him and said nothing more.
Wei Yutang rolled up the bamboo curtains on the door and the window, so that people could see what was going on inside the house at a glance.
Song Qinghuan knew that he was avoiding suspicion. Although he felt that the wind blowing in outside was strong, he did not say anything.
Wei Yutang suppressed the emotion in his heart, sat opposite Song Qinghuan like an old friend, took the bamboo spoon from her hand, and started making tea again.
He asked casually: "Are you planning to let my brother and sister come to the academy?"
Song Qinghuan was not good at making tea. Seeing Wei Yutang take over, he let him go. He just left the clay stove and sat on the side, keeping some distance from Wei Yutang.
Wei Yutang's eyes darkened and the corners of his lips moved.
Song Qinghuan said: "Yes, the two children are not young anymore. They should read more books and gain more knowledge."
After a pause, he still couldn't hold it back and said: "But reading is not only to increase your knowledge, but also to be clear. If you have been reading for ten or twenty years and still don't know how to behave, it would be better
Don't read."
"Even those farmers who face the loess and turn their backs to the sky are much more sensible than the scholars."
Song Qinghuan's words were thorny, but Wei Yutang couldn't tell.
He stopped making tea, but looked at Song Qinghuan in confusion, not quite sure what she was doing.
He lowered his head, continued to brew the tea, poured it into the tea bowl, pushed it to the empty place opposite, and then said: "Princess..."
He was still a little uncomfortable with this title: "If you have something to say, you can say it directly without beating around the bush."
Song Qinghuan didn't know whether he really didn't understand or pretended not to understand. He snorted and said: "If you want revenge, just come to me. There is no need to attack my sister. From the beginning to the end, she will remember your kindness and betray you."
It's me, not her."
Wei Yutang's hand shook.
Song Qinghuan added: "She is a little girl, but she has a sinister heart. She is just pretending to be full of talent and appreciates you a lot. At your age, you should understand the inside story. No matter what, you should avoid it.
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"Since we know there is no hope, why bother to provoke her and make her feel full of joy, only to end up with sadness in the end."
Wei Yutang suddenly looked up at Song Qinghuan and said, "I, I..."
"I" is pronounced twice, but I still don't know how to explain it.
Indeed, as Song Qinghuan said, at his age, he naturally has some feelings about Song Qingyan's children.
He often received letters from her, and he knew how to avoid suspicion. He would burn them as soon as he read them, and pretend they didn't exist.
Only later did he learn that there was a plague in Kyoto, and that Mrs. Song passed away, so he couldn't help but reply to Song Qingyan two letters.
Firstly, I wanted to know if Song Qinghuan was affected by the plague. Secondly, I also wanted to know if Song Qinghuan was sad because of the death of Mrs. Song.
Even when I was replying to the letter, I thought over and over again that it could neither be too long nor contain too much concern. I scrapped several pieces of paper before leaving a few words.
Later, Song Qingyan's letters came more frequently than before, so he replied again and never replied again.
When Song Qinghuan questioned him this time, he was justified and admitted it with lowered eyes.
"I was careless. I will pay more attention in the future. I'm sorry."
In this way, he really didn't care about Song Qingyan at all.
Song Qinghuan frowned and sighed deeply: "Since you have no intention of her, you should make it clear. Why bother asking her to have such thoughts."
Even if it is intentional, it will not work.
Wei Yutang nodded: "The princess is right, I was negligent. I will definitely handle this matter."
The two exchanged questions and chats, but after a few words, there was no conversation. Song Qinghuan did not get up, and Wei Yutang had no intention of leaving.
There was a sound of brisk footsteps in the corridor. Xiao Jingtong quickly got into the house, happily threw himself into Song Qinghuan's arms, and said with a sweet voice: "Princess, I can come to Baihe Academy to study, I really can come to Baihe Academy."
go to school."
Xiao Ci and Xiao Jingchuan followed behind. Xiao Jingchuan also had a light smile on his face, but Xiao Ci's eyes fell on Wei Yutang.
Wei Yutang also looked over, with a dull expression.
