Song Qinghuan was smart when he was smart, but he was also confused when he was confused. His IQ seemed to be playing randomly.
Xiao Ci couldn't do anything about her. He didn't feel relieved even after being warned. Texue hadn't returned to Kyoto yet, so he asked Aunt Zhou to watch her more.
After coming down from the mountain that day, Song Qinghuan still caught the cold and had no energy for several days. However, Xiaoyun and Song Qingyan came to see her every other day.
Although Song Qinghuan's control over Heixiazi was not widely spread, there were still some rumors among high-ranking families.
Xiaoyun was afraid that those people would really treat Song Qinghuan as an evil spirit, so she would tell him every time he came to visit that he would never do such a thing again in the future, and would never admit it to anyone who asked him.
Song Qinghuan's ears were tingling when she heard this, and she nodded in agreement. She was extremely well-behaved. As soon as the topic changed, she asked again: "Mom, Qingyan's wedding is getting closer, isn't it? Is there anything else that needs to be prepared? What about the dowry?
Are you ready? She is a girl from our family, so she must not be treated lightly, and she must not be looked down upon by her husband's family."
When it came to Song Qingyan getting married, Xiaoyun immediately stopped talking about her and continued on the topic seriously.
Song Qingyan stood aside, blushing, glaring at Song Qinghuan fiercely, warning her not to mention it again, but the next time she came, it was still the same thing.
Song Qinghuan was just a little cold at first, but Xiaoyun came frequently and only said a few words. She was a little annoyed, so she asked someone to send two large cars of things to the Qibei Marquis Mansion, saying
It was given as dowry to Song Qingyan.
Everything was delivered, and it was for her daughter. Xiaoyun pushed it politely, and accepted it for Song Qingyan with peace of mind without pushing it away.
As soon as this incident interrupted her, her thoughts fell back on counting the dowry for Song Qingyan, and she couldn't find time to chat with Song Qinghuan for a while.
It was finally quiet in front of Song Qinghuan.
The days are passing by faster and faster. Seeing that the New Year is approaching, the children are counting on the time to arrive in Beijing. Song Qinghuan's energy is getting better day by day.
It was freezing cold, and even the messengers were running slower than before. Counting the days, the palace sent a carriage to wait at Tongzhou Pier every day.
Xiao Ci didn't have any errands to do, so he was idle every day, so the matter of blowing the cold wind to the dock naturally fell on him.
After waiting for three or four days, Xiao Jingchuan, Xiao Jingtong and Xiao Jingrou, brother and sister, were still not there. However, another person did arrive.
As soon as Xiao Ci came back from Tongzhou, he rushed into the study room and hurriedly invited people to invite Song Qinghuan.
Song Qinghuan thought it was a few children who had come back, and said: "When the brothers and sisters come back, they will welcome them into the backyard. What are they doing in his study outside?"
Chuhan said: "It's not that my brother and sister are back. The princess will find out if she goes to the study room."
Song Qinghuan had doubts in her heart, but she still wrapped herself in her coat and went out to the study.
It was already dark at this time, it was freezing cold, and the road was not good. Song Qinghuan shrank from the cold, but he walked very fast.
The outer study was brightly lit, and before anyone entered the room, he said: "What's the matter? I have to come to the outer study. Didn't I ask you to pick up some children..."
After entering the door, I saw Xiao Ci sitting at the top, and sitting on the lower right was a man in civilian clothes. There was also a seven or eight-year-old boy standing beside him. The boy was wearing a blue coat and was neatly tidied up.
He was clean and had a pair of clear eyes. When he saw her coming in, a smile appeared on his little face and he called out sweetly: "Aunt Song."
Song Qinghuan didn't recognize who the child was for a moment. She raised her eyes and glanced at Xiao Ci. She saw a smile on his face and didn't speak. Then she turned her eyes to the man in cloth beside him.
Although this man was sitting, his back was straight, and his three thousand black hair was combed meticulously. The same blue cloth on his body showed that he had a different temperament from ordinary people. He turned his head and looked at Song Qinghuan.
He glanced at him, nodded slightly, and then looked away.
Song Qinghuan looked at his tanned face and asked uncertainly: "Brother Wei?"
Wei Yutang hadn't heard this "Brother Wei" for a long time, and his heart slightly rippled. He turned his eyes sideways and glanced at Song Qinghuan, and then said, "It's me."
Song Qinghuan suddenly became happy and without looking at him, he took a few steps forward and picked up Brother Xu, who was holding a heavy hand, and said happily: "Brother Xu, you have grown up a lot. Aunt Song almost didn't recognize you."
Come."
With a bright smile on her face, she was really happy. She hugged Brother Xu and sat aside, then asked again: "Have you eaten yet? When did you come to Beijing? I wonder if you are cold in what you wear."
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When Zhang Yunwei went there, although Brother Xu was still young, he could still remember things. He still remembered Song Qinghuan very much and knew that Song Qinghuan was the person her mother trusted the most. Although she felt a little uncomfortable holding her in her arms at the moment, he didn't feel uncomfortable.
The performance appeared, and everyone responded: "Back to Aunt Song, I have eaten. Sanbo and I just arrived in Kyoto today. I am not cold. I am wearing thick clothes."
His cute appearance instantly melted Song Qinghuan's heart.
He held the child's face, kissed it, and said, "You're so good." Then he told Chu Han, "Go and get some candies and snacks for Brother Xu to eat and play with."
Brother Xu glanced at Wei Yutang, saw him nodding, and then said sweetly: "Thank you, Aunt Song."
Song Qinghuan responded cheerfully, and did not let go of Brother Xu. He only raised his head and asked Wei Yutang: "Brother Wei, why did you suddenly come to Beijing without any news?"
Without waiting for Wei Yutang to answer, he asked again: "We have been in the fiefdom for a few years and only returned to Beijing a few months ago. There has been no news from you in the past few years. Where have you been in the past few years?"
Wei Yutang was not as honest as Brother Xu, and only answered the important questions: "I have been to many places in the past few years. As for returning to Beijing, I decided suddenly."
Song Qinghuan said hurriedly: "Then, are you going to stay in Kyoto for the New Year this time?"
Ever since Song Qinghuan came in, he hadn't been able to stop talking for a moment. Xiao Ci sat at the top and drank a lot of tea. Seeing that she didn't take him seriously at all, he coughed lightly and said: "
Whether Brother Wei is celebrating the New Year in Kyoto or not has nothing to do with you."
Wei Yutang's heart trembled when Xiao Ci called him "Brother Wei", and he couldn't help but smile bitterly. In terms of age, he was several years younger than Xiao Ci. How could he bear the call of "Brother Wei"?
rise.
But Xiao Ci did it on purpose. He knew that Song Qinghuan and Wei Yutang had nothing to do with each other, so he couldn't help but be petty and stab Wei Yutang.
Song Qinghuan, a young man, didn't notice anything was wrong at all, and said: "Brother Wei and Brother Xu are just two people, and even the Chinese New Year is deserted, so why not come to the palace to celebrate the New Year together."
