Song Qinghuan raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiao Ci, only to see him curling his lips and smiling slightly, not caring at all about his daughter's rudeness.
Well, this is supported by my biological father, so there is nothing to say.
Song Qinghuan rolled his eyes, thinking about what Xiao Jingtong had just said, and asked Xiao Ci again: "Did Yao Yuechan have a miscarriage?"
She and Yao Yuechan entered the gate of the Yiwang Palace on the same day, and they were less than a month old. Even if they were pregnant, they didn't get pregnant so quickly. How could they suddenly miscarry?
Or is it that Yao Yuechan and Xiao Wei have been together for a long time and have secretly formed a knot?
Before Xiao Ci could speak, Xiao Jingtong hummed in a childish voice: "I'm talking to you, what do you want to ask my father?"
"..." Song Qinghuan really couldn't bear to throw this pampered little girl out.
The back grooves of his teeth were clenched, and Xiao Ci chuckled softly and put Xiao Jingtong down: "That's rude."
Then he said: "Go and play, I will have a few words with your Second Emperor's wife."
Xiao Jingtong took one look at Xiao Ci and snorted: "My father usually just attracts flowers and attracts butterflies, but he doesn't mess with anyone."
After saying this, he left like a little adult with his hands behind his back.
Song Qinghuan made the little girl angry and funny, pointed at her back and asked Xiao Ci in a low voice: "What does this little girl mean?"
Xiao Ci smiled and said: "I'm afraid that if I am blind, everyone will be contaminated..."
"You..." Song Qinghuan was furious. He raised his other uninjured foot and stepped on Xiao Ci's instep, cursing: "What a good girl you have to teach me to be like this."
She was sitting there, even if she tried her best to step down with her foot, she didn't have much strength. Xiao Ci just accepted it and treated it as a tickle. He laughed when he saw her jumping over the wall in a hurry.
"The king is pleased."
Song Qinghuan turned away and whispered: "Broom star."
Xiao Ci didn't take it seriously when he heard it, and sat down next to Song Qinghuan. He glanced down at his jade feet before he could put on shoes and socks, and raised his brows: "It's a pity, with such an appearance, if I become lame again." I'm afraid you will be even more lonely for the rest of your life. Even if you ask me to give you my life in return for saving my life, I won't be happy."
Song Qinghuan knew that he had good intentions and told her not to put her own safety at risk, but his words did not sit well with her ears, and she was not willing to be outdone: "You are very old, who knows whether you can do it or not. I hope you can do it with your body." I promise, I might as well raise a few faces..."
The smile on Xiao Ci's face faded, and a chill spread all over his body: "Is this king worse than a pretty boy?"
Song Qinghuan glanced at him and saw that his face was really filled with anger. He rolled his eyes and smiled again: "Uncle Jiu, you don't look at me, your nephew-in-law, do you?"
"You think too highly of yourself." Xiao Ci raised his hand and struck Song Qinghuan on the forehead: "With your color, you are not as good as the sweeping maid in this palace."
Song Qinghuan glared at him coldly: "The maidservant in Uncle Jiu's house doesn't like you either. You are already very old. Your son and daughter are that old..."
Xiao Ci glanced at him, and Song Qinghuan immediately shut up honestly.
But he was laughing so hard in his heart that he was emotionally weak and taboo about others taking advantage of his age.
Xiao Jingtong brought a cat over from nowhere. It was all white and had a pair of cute eyes.
She held the cat in her arms, stood not far away and stuck her head out. Without saying a word, she stepped back again.
Xiao Ci didn't say much. He crossed his legs and said to Song Qinghuan, "I will send someone to take you back home."
Before Song Qinghuan could ask, he added, "Although that child Rouzhen is a good person, she is not good to everyone."
"She has always been close to the queen. What she did this time was only the mother and son of the king of Yi. Although she may have dragged you into trouble, she will not go out of her way to implicate you."
Song Qinghuan could tell that he was interceding with Princess Rouzhen, and sneered: "Which one of you named Xiao is the best?"
Then he said: "You hurry up and send me out of the palace. You can't afford to offend me and you can't afford to hide."
Xiao Ci didn't say anything more, nodded, stood up and left. After walking four or five steps, he paused again and said in silence for a while: "There are thousands of ways to do things, and you don't necessarily have to use your own body."
Come and be a bitch."
After saying this, he didn't stop any longer and strode away. Not long after, his figure completely disappeared from sight.
Song Qinghuan still held the blood-stained handkerchief in her hand. She was stunned for a long time before spitting: "It's none of your business."
Not long after Xiao Ci left, a eunuch came forward carrying a soft sedan and respectfully asked Song Qinghuan to sit on it.
But he didn't mention a word about Xiao, and everything he said was in the name of Xiao Jingtong.
Song Qinghuan didn't want to be tainted by the disputes in the palace, so he immediately got on the soft sedan and asked people to carry him out of the palace.
But I glanced at Xiao Cigao in my heart, and I didn't expect that this person was very attentive.
The person carrying the sedan chair was a eunuch, and he moved very quickly. He sent her out of the palace in a short time.
Xunmei was guarding the carriage. When she saw that Song Qinghuan was being carried out by someone, she immediately stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with the girl? Where's the injury?"
Song Qinghuan looked sad and said with relief: "It's okay, I just got injured accidentally."
Liu Ping drove the carriage forward, and Xunmei helped Song Qinghuan get out of the sedan and get into the carriage. It wasn't until the door was closed that the sad look on Song Qinghuan's face disappeared.
He said coldly: "Go back home."
The carriage drove all the way back to the house, and Song Qinghuan entered the door at the front door, and then the palace sent an imperial doctor over.
Song Qinghuan had indeed injured his foot. Knowing that someone in the palace was worried, he simply asked the imperial doctor to take a look at it, prescribed medicinal oil, and wrote a prescription for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and then sent him out politely.
Xunmei sent the person in with his front foot, and Song Qinghuan burned the prescription cleanly with his back foot.
Texue came back from outside sweating profusely. He couldn't even catch his breath and said, "Girl, I heard that Concubine Yao had indeed had a miscarriage."
"I wanted to pick some plum blossoms, but I thought the palace servants were not good at picking them, so I asked the palace servants to lay stones and go up to pick them myself. I didn't expect that the stones would become loose and fall down, and I would immediately fall down."
She said she had a stomachache, but within a few moments she turned red."
"It has been spread throughout the palace that our prince and concubine Yao had a secret knot before their marriage. Just now, the imperial concubine went to the study to see the prince."
Song Qinghuan sat on the low couch, covered with a thin blanket, without raising his head: "Where did you get all this information?"
"It's spread all over the place," Tuxue said.
After a pause, he continued: "The news in the palace is that Princess Rouzhen placed Concubine Yao in her own palace, invited an imperial doctor, and went to the imperial concubine's palace to plead guilty. She simply said that she was entertaining
No, I didn’t know that Concubine Yao was pregnant..."
"Where's Yao Yuechan?" Song Qinghuan interrupted Taxue and asked, with rumors like this happening outside, how could Yao Yuechan remain calm?
