If you die outside, I will remarry." Song Qinghuan's eyes were a little red, and he said with a smile: "I have already thought about it. Brother Chuan is so old and you have taught him all the skills. If you die,
, I also remarried, he will definitely be able to protect his two sisters."
"However, we are a couple. I know that you are jealous of Wei Yutang all day long. I will at most not marry him in the future. If Brother Chuan, children and sister really can't let me go, I can take them and remarry."
Yes, the most we can do is let them not change their surnames in the future."
Song Qinghuan kept talking. If he had said these words to Xiao Ci in the past, he would have hit it off instantly, just like a firecracker.
But today, he didn't have any temper at all. Instead, he responded with a smile: "That's fine, because I still consider the king, I won't argue with you. But with your temperament, I can only
Find an honest man to marry. You have to let him do everything for you. But it is hard to find such a man in this world. That brat Wei Yutang has always been in love with you. If I really die outside, you will be spared.
It's difficult for me to accommodate you. Although this guy is not as good as me, he can still accommodate you..."
Xiao Ci didn't shy away from it at all, but actually chatted with Song Qinghuan about what happened after his death.
There was a heat on his neck, and he felt that the tears were hot and uncomfortable, so he paused and did not continue.
Song Qinghuan's throat was sore that she buried her face on Xiao Ci's shoulder. After a while, she finally said, "If you really die outside, I will never let you have an easy time. I will skin you."
, cramped your tendons, burned you, and fed your ashes to the dogs."
As she spoke, her voice weakened, and her warm lips pressed against his neck, with salty tears: "I can't let you go..."
Everyone has feelings. Even though Song Qinghuan had no feelings for Xiao Ci when she married him, she didn't even know how deep the love was over the past few years.
Xiao Ci laughed sarcastically, feeling warm in his heart, and murmured softly: "I can't bear to leave you either."
Having said this, he took advantage of Song Qinghuan again. He raised his eyebrows and said frivolously: "I asked you to give birth to children for me as soon as possible, but you didn't want to. Now that it's better, I can't do anything even if I'm anxious right now."
It's all done in one night..."
"Bah, you are already old, you really think you are so powerful..." Song Qing laughed and cursed, but the person leaned towards him.
Parting was imminent, and the affection in their hearts could no longer be concealed. After a lot of tossing, the two of them finally lay down.
There were beads of sweat on the tip of Song Qinghuan's nose, and she couldn't bear to sleep with Xiao Ci in her arms. She was afraid that if she fell asleep, she wouldn't know when he would leave tomorrow.
Xiao Ci couldn't sleep either, and the two of them talked intermittently.
I don't know how long it took before Song Qinghuan suddenly remembered the pair of bracelets given by Queen Wang.
She said: "When I saw her anxious look, I felt something was wrong, so I took the things over. But when I came back, I didn't see anything wrong after tossing for a while. Tell me, did she want to send a message, or was she really just...
Give me a pair of bracelets as a thought?"
Xiao Ci raised his eyebrows, but was not in a hurry to answer. He thought about it and then said, "Show me that bracelet."
Song Qinghuan responded, casually pulled on some clothes and put them on, then got down to look for the pair of bracelets.
Just when I got up after struggling a little too much, I felt that my knees were weak.
Xiao Ci quickly gave him a hand and couldn't help but laugh.
Song Qinghuan looked embarrassed, glared at him fiercely, sat on the edge of the couch, and lost her temper: "It's in the drawer of the dressing table. Go get it yourself."
With that said, he slipped back into the bed again.
That little temper made Xiao Ci laugh again, and responded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, get it for your husband, get it for your husband."
He didn't even put on his clothes, and just stood up majestically. Song Qinghuan raised his eyes and felt a slight heat on his face.
Xiao Ci found the pair of bracelets that Song Qinghuan mentioned, leaned on the big pillow, and looked at the bracelets carefully against the lamp on the corner of the couch.
Song Qinghuan saw him frowning and clicking his tongue for a while. She thought he saw something coming, so she asked: "How is it? Is there any agency?"
Xiao Ci's face turned solemn, and he saw Song Qinghuan following him closely, and then he heard him say: "This bracelet is very beautiful and valuable. The emperor's sister-in-law is quite well-off."
Then he clicked his tongue again: "It's a pity. Compared with the things I gave you as a gift to my husband, it's still a bit inferior."
Song Qinghuan's expression froze for a while, and then he raised his foot and kicked Xiao Ci: "You can't be serious, what time has it been? Who has time to joke with you?"
As he spoke, he reached out and snatched the pair of bracelets.
Xiao Ci was teasing her on purpose, but when he saw her angry look, he immediately laughed heartily and raised the bracelet in his hand to prevent her from getting it.
Song Qinghuan didn't grab anything, but was pulled into his arms again.
Xiao Ci's hand was very strong, so he only used three points of force, and Song Qinghuan couldn't move.
He then said seriously: "There is no mechanism on this bracelet, and it can't hide anything like paper cuttings."
Song Qinghuan raised her head and glared at him, but stopped struggling. She just put her arms around him and asked, "Did the Queen really just ask me to come into the palace to talk and remember her children?"
Xiao Ci said: "Not necessarily."
Queen Wang has neither a son nor a biological grandson. No matter who ascends the throne in the future, the Wang family will not benefit. What she said is true.
If he was in a bad mood and really just wanted to find someone to talk to, there was no need to lead Song Qinghuan to Cining Palace first.
What to see in Cining Palace? Just to see how miserable and desolate Empress Dowager Jiang is now.
The queen mother who used to be right-spoken, domineering and suspicious is now just like an ordinary old lady, having to be served three meals a day. For such an old lady, who would have thought how vicious she was when she was young.
But when you get older, there is no threat at all.
Xiao Ci held the bracelet in his hand and looked at it for a long time. His fingertips slid over the pattern on it and turned it little by little. Suddenly, his heart froze, as if he remembered something, and he sat up straight.
Song Qinghuan was startled by him, and before she could ask him what was going on, she was pushed aside.
Xiao Ci casually wrapped herself in some clothes, stood up without saying a word, lit the lamp in the room, and walked to the desk in the cubicle.
Song Qinghuan also put on his clothes and stood up, added another glass lamp and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Ci frowned and didn't say much. He just said, "Is there any ink in the house? Help me find it."
"Yes." Song Qinghuan responded and soon took out a square of ink.
Xiao Ci took it in his hand, rubbed out some ink and stuck it on his hand, and then smeared the bracelet all over.
Say: "Paper."
Song Qinghuan hurriedly found some plain white paper to lay on it, and saw Xiao Ci carefully rolling the ink-dyed bracelet on the white paper, leaving a long pattern, but some of the patterns were dark and some
The color is light.
Xiao Ci rolled both bracelets, looked at the piece of paper carefully, took out the paper and pen again, and traced the dark patterns on them.
