Xiao Rouzhen grew up in the palace, and she also knew that the most important thing for children from high-ranking families to get married is to be well-matched.
Now that my identity is not visible to the public, I might as well bring disaster to Song Youyu and his family in the future. Although I want to follow my own will, I dare not dream of becoming his wife.
She can't be his wife, but she can be his concubine.
But as soon as Xiao Rouzhen said these words, Song Youyu changed his expression, frowned and said: "I don't lack concubines, and I don't want concubines."
He looked into Xiao Rouzhen's eyes for a moment: "When I said I would marry you, I wasn't joking, I was serious."
Song Youyu's biological mother died of illness in his early years. Later, when Xiaoyun married into the Song family, he was already sensible. In addition, Song Qinghuan kept thinking about his dead biological mother in his ears, so he was already preconceived.
She was very repelled by Xiaoyun's stepmother.
Song Wende was an unmotivated person. When the title of Marquis of the North of Qi was passed to him, he became worse and worse day by day. Xiaoyun was also worried about his life. He had to take care of everything inside and outside the family, and he couldn't wait to part with every penny.
It costs two cents.
Of these two couples, one was like a fairy who only loved elegant things, but the other was talking about daily necessities. They sat together and couldn't even speak to each other.
Naturally, we can't live together.
Song Youyu had grown up watching this couple getting along, and he felt disgusted and panicked.
In addition, he is the only one in the family. Whether it is Song Wende or Xiaoyun, they must always urge him to make progress, study hard, obtain fame, and give credit to the Song family.
He had never been one to study. Knowing that he was the only one in the family, he tried to make progress, but he couldn't help but feel sleepy every time he studied. As time went by, for all those who hoped that he would study hard and gain fame,
All the people have a feeling of rejection.
A few years ago, Xiaoyun had proposed marriage to him, and he had also met that girl. Although she was not very good-looking, she had a good temper, and they were able to get along with him, but later because of Song Qinghuan and
Even though they divorced, the marriage didn't happen.
At that time, he was still a little disappointed, thinking that if he married that girl, he might not live like Song Wende and Xiaoyun.
Later he came to Liaodong, where he grew up and became more knowledgeable. He went to his colleagues' houses to drink and dine, and he also saw how other couples got along.
When women are busy in the kitchen, men can also help. Although one of them stays in the camp all day, and the other stays at home with the pots and pans and children, they can stand together and talk about trivial things at home.
Talk about the funny things the children have done, and one can also talk about the things about the brothers in the camp. Even if they are from two different circles, there is always endless things to talk about.
At that time, Song Youyu stood outside the kitchen and took a look, and then he realized that it was not that the circles were different, so he could only live like Song Wende and Xiaoyun.
He likes Xiao Rouzhen, not because he feels that there is a lack of a woman around him, but because it is very interesting to be with her. Even if several decades pass, he will not be like Song Wende and Xiaoyun.
Naturally, he didn't mean to accept Xiao Rouzhen as a minor child.
Whether these words were true or false, Xiao Rouzhen was happy, but she also knew how to measure and did not dare to ask for more. She pursed her lips and smiled: "Well, I believe you."
Even if one day she really saw him marrying his wife, Xiao Rouzhen would not blame him. After all, even the children of high-ranking families, few could be truly free.
She grew up in the palace, and since she was a child, she has been carrying the status of a princess and living a life of fine clothing and fine food. Even though others are envious of her, she is also envious of others.
Don't talk about anything else, just talk about her marriage. If she hadn't cheated her death and escaped in one big move, she would probably have to be cautious in Kyoto now.
Song Youyu also started to giggle along with her, her face was rosy and her palms were dripping with sweat.
The layer of window paper was lifted, and the two of them became closer than before.
Song Youyu was injured, so he didn't need to rush to work every day, so he recuperated at home.
Xiao Rouzhen also learned how to take care of him, washing his hands and making soup, and also helped him change and prepare medicine.
Song Youyu didn't try to be brave, and he rarely pretended to be an uncle and waited for Xiao Rouzhen to serve him.
In the past, when Song Youyu was at home, he would always be busy in front of the stove, while Xiao Rouzhen moved a stool and sat aside, chatting with each other, but now it was the other way around.
Although Xiao Rouzhen didn't say anything to Wu Nian, Wu Nian could see the signs from the relationship between the two. He was happy for Xiao Rouzhen from the bottom of his heart, and even asked Song Youyu in private: "Xiao Song
When will the general be happy?"
Although he didn't say it clearly, Song Youyu knew what it meant. He curled his lips and smiled, his eyes fell on Xiao Rouzhen, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Soon."
If he wants to marry Xiao Rouzhen, he has already decided that he will marry her. Whether his family agrees or disagrees, he will still marry her.
However, I wanted to communicate with my family first and get their approval before I could get married to Xiao Rouzhen seriously, so as not to hide it now and make it difficult for Xiao Rouzhen if it was revealed in the future.
Taking advantage of the time to recuperate, Song Youyu sent another divorce letter to Ruizhou, only this time it was not sent to Song Qinghuan, but to Xiao Ci.
It's more than March, and it's the time when spring flowers are blooming.
It was already the beginning of April when the letter was sent from Liaodong to Ruizhou.
From the end of the New Year to now, Ruizhou has always had abundant rain. At most, it rained continuously for a month without stopping.
On the day Xiao Ci received the letter, Ruizhou was still wet. He sat in front of the study window and frowned as he looked at the heaviest rain this year.
The rain hasn't stopped since the end of the new year, but it's not as heavy as the past two days.
Ruizhou belongs to the south, and most of the entire state capital is connected to the river. If the rain does not let up, within three days, something will happen.
He couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the heavy rain, hoping that the dam that had not yet been repaired could hold on.
I unfolded Song Youyu's letter and read ten lines at a glance. After all, I still smiled a little and chuckled: "This guy is really not polite."
After saying that, he folded the letter again and put it into the mailbox again, then stuffed it into his arms and headed to Mingyue Pavilion under an umbrella.
The walk from the outer study to Mingyue Pavilion is mostly along the corridor. Even so, my shoes, socks and clothes were all wet.
Song Qinghuan was checking accounts with Ta Xue. Seeing him coming back at this time, Song Qinghuan hurriedly put aside what he was doing and asked someone to bring clean clothes, shoes and socks.
Be careful and come back, if you get gonorrhea, it won't be long."
Xiao Ci collected the umbrella and handed it to the little maid waiting in the corridor, patted the rainwater on his body, and then entered the house: "It's okay, I'm afraid the rain will not stop.
