Her black hair was loose, and she was dressed in plain white pajamas, which made her complexion even more white and clear, as beautiful as a hibiscus. Only her face was stained with a bit of sadness, which made her very endearing.
There was a hint of tenderness on the frozen face. Xiao Wei took the cloak and gently stepped forward to cover her. He held her shoulders and smiled warmly: "But I'm not here, so you can't sleep?"
Yao Yuechan seemed to have just come back to her senses. She was slightly startled, lowered her eyebrows in a hurry, and replied dumbly: "I'm a little unaccustomed to it."
"Your Majesty has been busy all night and is tired. I will wait for you to change your clothes."
Xiao Wei heard something was wrong in the voice, frowned slightly, walked to sit opposite her and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong with you?"
"No, no..." Yao Yuechan hurriedly held the handkerchief to wipe her tears, and then forced a smile: "It's just that the prince is not here, I don't sleep well, and my spirits are not good."
But that smile was uglier than crying.
Xiao Wei was always more patient with her. Seeing that she didn't want to say more, he continued to ask. He only got up to wash up and put her in his arms to lie down for a while.
When the person in his arms was breathing calmly, he stood up gently again.
Although it was not bright yet, Feishuang, the personal maid, was already waiting in the corridor with her little maid Hou. When she saw Xiao Wei coming out, she hurriedly knelt down and saluted respectfully.
Xiao Wei's face was frosty: "What happened to your master today?"
Feishuang lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him. She bit her lip and murmured unwillingly: "The master won't let me talk."
Xiao Wei raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "What on earth is going on?"
"It's not because of Ru Shuang's sadness..."
Ru Shuang said that she was only punished with twenty slaps and two months of salary deduction, but when she came back, her face was nowhere to be seen, blood was oozing from the corners of her mouth and nose, and she couldn't hear her even if she spoke softly.
Feishuang quickly complained to Qianyunju again, and hummed resentfully: "Although Rushuang has made a mistake, he can be spared and spared. Is there any need to beat him to death?"
"Because of this, we girls can't eat or sleep. We always feel that it's our own fault."
Xiao Wei naturally doesn't look down on a maid, but beauty can be seen in the eyes of a lover, and even the stinky ones are fragrant.
The more Yao Yuechan is considerate of her servants and has a gentle and kind attitude, the more she can bring out Song Qinghuan's viciousness and meanness.
Xiao Wei's eyes were deep and silent. After a while, he put his hands behind his back and strode away.
...
"Girl, the prince is here again." Xunmei grimaced, taking advantage of the fact that Xiao Wei was still a little far away, and hurriedly delivered a message to the house through the window.
In the past two days, she and Ta Xue were always looking forward to this man coming to Qianyunju, but after what happened last night, they were all frightened, how could they dare to expect him to come.
Xiao Ci was indeed seriously injured yesterday, and he was afraid that there would be unrest in the city, so he simply lived in the same room with Song Qinghuan.
Xiao Ci glanced at Song Qinghuan with a look of gloating on his face, but then he was surprised by the feeling of relief in his body. He was so injured yesterday, but today he feels better.
Song Qinghuan, with messy hair and dark green eyes, yawned and glanced sideways at Xiao Ci, not caring about it for the sake of pleasing his eyes.
The one in Yiyan Pavilion was a treasure, and Song Qinghuan was not surprised at all when Xiao Wei asked Qiu Qiu to settle the score with the person who beat her.
But, where can Xiao Ci hide?
His eyes rolled darkly, and he hurriedly wrapped his shoes and stood up, thinking about where to hide Xiao Ci.
Xiao Wei brought so many people here last night and searched through the front and back of the house. Xiao Ci hid in the secret room because he knew what was going on. But now that Xiao Wei came alone, he might not be willing to go back.
Hiding in the dark room.
Speaking of which, Song Qinghuan still didn't know how the man in black knew that there was a secret compartment in her Qianyun residence. It was fine that she had lived there for three days without discovering it, but Xiao Wei definitely didn't just move in.
From the royal palace.
She did ask, but Xiao Ci didn't say a word.
Song Qinghuan's eyes moved, and he pointed to the warm brocade quilt and said to Xiao Ci: "You, sleep here."
Xiao Wei avoided her like a snake or a scorpion, and with Yao Yuechan fanning the flames, he naturally wouldn't climb into her bed. It was the safest place to hide at the moment.
Xiao Ci glanced at the bed tent embroidered with Baizi pomegranate, chuckled lightly, lay on his side, supported his head, and raised his brows lightly: "Please, please."
Xiao Wei, full of anger, entered Qianyun Residence not long after.
He heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, but Xiao Ci remained motionless, with a "please beg me" attitude on his face.
Song Qinghuan was so angry that he vomited, but then he raised his lips and smiled strangely, and told Xunmei through the coffin: "Please come in."
She guessed that Xiao Wei was looking for Xiao Ci last night, and she didn't believe that this person could really lie here motionless.
This little girl was so difficult to fool, Xiao Ci gritted his teeth and did not dare to make a sound. He just stretched out his finger and tapped her, then slipped into the warm bed.
The fine silk quilt also has a light magnolia fragrance, which smells very good.
Xiao Ci opened his mouth with a strange expression, but he didn't say anything. He just shrank uneasily into the brocade quilt.
Song Qinghuan hung up the hanging bed curtain, straightened the corners of the quilt, then gathered a handful of hair and went outside.
The coffin was pushed open from the outside, and a bit of cold air hit her face. It was not bright yet. Song Qinghuan took out the fire stick and lit the glass lamp. When she turned around, she saw Xiao Wei's face as cold as ice.
The house was in a mess, and there were a lot more broken porcelain than when he left last night.
Song Qinghuan yawned, wrapped himself in a coat and casually sat on a chair, mockingly saying: "Your Majesty, you didn't find anyone last night, do you plan to search again this morning?"
To hate a person is to dislike him no matter what he does or says.
This is how Xiao Wei treats Song Qinghuan.
He avoided the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground, sat down opposite her with a sullen face, ignored the taunts, and said in a bad tone: "My concubine has been ill for the past few days. You will go into the palace to take care of her in a while."
"No." Song Qinghuan combed her messy hair with her fingertips, put it on her shoulders and braided it expertly, and sneered at the words.
"For your little lover, you are really willing to spend a lot of money, even cursing your own mother."
Xiao Wei's face stiffened, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes: "Song Qinghuan, don't push yourself too hard. I can let go of the past, but being able to tolerate you for a while doesn't mean I can tolerate you for the rest of my life. Don't lose more than you gain when the time comes.
Those who come have to go somewhere."
Past events?
Song Qinghuan's eyes darkened, but his mind went blank without any memory of him. He couldn't think clearly at the moment, so he didn't force himself, he just said bluntly and sarcastically: "Don't brag in front of me. If you really have that ability, why do you have to accept the humiliation?"
When I got married, we were at odds with each other."
Xiao Wei's anger was successfully aroused by her, her hands clenched into fists, and her whole body exuded murderous aura.
Song Qinghuan said lightly again: "Isn't it just because you hit your little lover's maid that you come to me to settle the score? Why bother beating around the bush?"
"Although I am the one who came here, the one who can execute the order is not my person, and the one who gave the order is not my person. Instead, I was splashed with dirty water. I didn't care, but the prince went to investigate first."
."
Xiao Ci frowned slightly and automatically ignored Zhong Huai's message yesterday.
Suppressing his anger, he said: "Song Qinghuan, if it weren't for the Yun family's sake, you would have died eight hundred times ago."
"I advise you to recognize who you are rather than dig your own grave."
After all, he is a dignified prince, and his aura cannot be overshadowed.
Song Qinghuan didn't know what he was doing, but he didn't feel any fear at all. Instead, he couldn't hold back his laughter and said in a false voice, "That's really scary."
Changing the subject, he added: "You don't have to look at the face of my maternal grandfather's family. Even if my Song family is in decline, don't forget that my position as princess was given by the imperial decree. Even if you die, you will be so careless."
I also have to perform the concubine ceremony before my death. I am a concubine, and I will remain a concubine for the rest of my life..."
"Pa..." A piece of broken porcelain brushed against his cheek, cut off a section of his hair, and fell to the ground again to pieces.
A gentleman talks but does not take action. It would be better for him to take action directly.
Song Qinghuan just looked like he was so angry that he would not pay for his life, but when he was frightened, his little heart started to beat wildly, and his face turned pale. If this person had tilted his head any further, it would not be hair that was cut off.
, but hers.
Xiao Wei saw her cowardice, and the anger in his heart dissipated a little, and he snorted coldly: "If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."
He didn't even have the intention to continue talking, Xiao Wei got up and left with a gloomy face.
When Song Qinghuan realized that he had already reached the door, he felt aggrieved for no reason, and his eyes were filled with moisture. He bent down slightly, picked up a piece of broken porcelain, and threw it at Xiao Wei's back.
After finishing the smashing, Song Qinghuan was shocked when she saw the man turning his head angrily. The emotion just now clearly did not belong to her.
