Xiao Ci knew that she meant to make fun of her, so he also laughed: "I'm counting on him, I'm afraid I won't be able to find out even if I die."
He said he asked the prefect to find out where the man in black came from, but in fact it was just a test.
It was only later that I realized that this prefect was just a prefect who did not do his job properly and only farmed all day long. He was really unreliable.
Xiao Ci put the oil lamp on the low table at the corner of the couch and hung up the bed curtain. Seeing that Song Qinghuan's face was not good, he asked again: "Is it feeling better?"
When Song Qinghuan was rescued, the doctor also came to see her. He only said that he had choked on some water and that he was rescued in time and that he would be fine after taking some medicine.
Xiao Ci left Liu Jian and Chu Han in the post house. As soon as she woke up, Liu Jian went to talk to him, but things were stumbling around him at that time and he couldn't come back for a while.
Song Qinghuan nodded: "Much better."
Leaning her head on his shoulder, she couldn't help but ask: "What can you find out?"
Xiao Ci shook his head: "No one was caught alive, and all the dead were dead. There are no useful clues on them. The only thing that can prove the identity of these people is the totem engraved on each person."
Apart from the totems on their bodies, those men in black really couldn't find anything, and there were no emblems on their weapons. It was not easy to find out.
Moreover, it is still unclear what the motives of these men in black are.
Xiao Ci was a powerless and down-and-out prince. He neither hindered the way of those in power nor posed a threat to those who wanted to rise to power. He didn't even know why he was being hunted down.
Song Qinghuan knew it was troublesome when he heard what he said. He frowned and after thinking about it, he curiously asked: "What totems do these people have on them?"
Xiao Ci didn't want to tell Song Qinghuan these things and told her to worry about it, so he said: "Don't ask, we are still staying at the inn these two days, and we have to speed up our schedule in two days to avoid trouble on the road again."
Then he touched his belly again and said, "I haven't eaten all day, so I asked the little maid to bring food."
Song Qinghuan saw that he didn't want to say anything, but she didn't force him. She was just curious.
In response, he yawned again, brushed his hair, and stood up.
Although it rained heavily in the past two days, the sun has risen again today, and the two basins of ice placed in the house have already turned into water in the afternoon.
Xiao Ci ordered the food to be passed on, and then went into the house to change two basins of ice, and waited for Song Qinghuan to freshen up briefly.
Song Qinghuan also drank some bitter medicine during the day, which made his mouth still taste bitter. He sat down at the table wearing a thin shirt and lost his appetite after just one bowl of soup.
But seeing Xiao Ci eating three bowls of rice in a row, he followed suit and drank half a bowl.
After dinner, the moon was very high outside. Song Qinghuan lay there for two days, his body sticky and greasy. He asked Taxue Xunmei to take a bath and hair, then he put on his pajamas again and sat down.
Drying hair under the window.
Xiao Ci also came out of the bath, and saw that the fan in her hand was not blowing, but her eyes were looking at the moon in the sky.
He smiled softly and leaned on the bamboo bed next to her: "Fan me too."
Song Qinghuan turned her eyes and glared at him: "The hand is not broken."
Even though he said this, the fan in his hand still moved to his side.
Xiao Ci put his hands on his head, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the breeze sent by Song Qinghuan. He couldn't help but sigh: "The wind Madam fan is different, it still has fragrance, it's so comfortable."
Song Qinghuan was so amused by his nonsense that he laughed out loud: "It's not a good idea."
Xiao Ci didn't refute, and just said: "It will be fine when we get to Ruizhou."
In fact, it's not as good as what he said. Even if I want to live a more relaxed life in Ruizhou, I'm afraid I'll have to endure a lot.
After saying this, he thought of something again, and he curved his lips and said: "When we get to Ruizhou, we can also plan to have a baby. I saw you were in coma for the past two days, and Sister Tong was frightened."
Yes, I always come to see it several times a day."
He could see that Tong Jie'er's ranking of Song Qinghuan was no longer that strong, and she was still a little dependent on her.
When the time comes for him and Song Qinghuan to have a child, Sister Tong probably won't be disgusted either.
Song Qinghuan felt guilty for being a child girl. After all, when she was in the water, without the little girl's trouble, she would not have drowned so easily.
However, she did not say these words. She tapped Xiao Ci's forehead with the fan in her hand and said, "Come again, there is nothing to be anxious about."
He rolled his eyes and smiled again: "Besides, it's possible even if you don't have a child. It won't take long for Brother Chuan to say goodbye. When the time comes, if you like the child, ask him to have a grandson for you to play with."
That’s it.”
But can the child born to oneself be the same as the child born to his son?
Xiao Ci's face darkened, and he stretched out his hand to pull Song Qinghuan over.
Song Qinghuan was sitting on the embroidered pier. When he asked him to pull it, he lost his balance and rushed over.
The small bamboo bed can only accommodate one person, so if two people sit next to each other, it won't be too crowded.
"You are so heartless." Xiao Ci cursed with a smile and bit her ear.
Song Qinghuan was ticklish and giggled twice, then poked his heart again: "I don't mind it, what do you have to worry about? You are already very old, and it is not easy to have a child..."
"You don't like me, right?" Xiao Ci laughed angrily at her, and stretched out his hand to tickle her.
The soundproofing of the post house was just that, a few maids were standing outside, and when they heard the intermittent laughter in the house, they consciously avoided it, wishing they could go far away.
The two of them laughed and joked for a while, Xiao Ci missed Song Qinghuan's body, but he didn't do anything to her.
Song Qinghuan didn't know when he fell asleep, but when he woke up the next day, he was in Xiao Ci's arms.
Chuhan shouted to Xiao Ci through a door, saying that he had something to report.
Xiao Ci opened his sleepy eyes in response and then moved Song Qinghuan aside.
As soon as he moved, Song Qinghuan woke up too. Before even opening his eyes, he murmured: "What are you going to do?"
Xiao Ci tucked her in and said, "Chuhan called me, maybe there is something wrong, please sleep a little longer."
After saying that, he stood up and started to put on his clothes.
Song Qinghuan responded and turned over, but found that he couldn't sleep anymore, so he turned over again.
Rubbing his hazy eyes, he saw that Xiao Ci's clothes were not fastened yet, so he took a piece of paper and looked at it carefully, and his brows knitted together.
She asked, "What are you looking at? So serious?"
Xiao Ci sighed, it was nothing, then took another look, and then folded the paper.
Song Qinghuan curiously poked his head to take a look, but he could only see an outline. His heart shuddered and he said: "Weird."
He reached out and snatched the paper from Xiao Ci's hand, opened it and looked at it, then frowned: "I think I've seen this before.
