Xiao Ci opened his mouth, and Xiao Jingchuan deserved it, and the father and son went out one after the other.
Song Qinghuan didn't notice anything was wrong. Xiao Ci was just a son, and he had been cultivating his ability to be independent since he was a child. Xiao Jingchuan was smart and had not been neglected. He was getting older and more capable, and Xiao Ci was able to do many things at hand.
Leave it all to him.
The father and son had serious things to talk about, but she also felt that they were sparse and ordinary.
He only called Xiao Jingtong and Xiao Jingrou over to wash their faces and hands, prepare a meal for a while, and told them not to be picky eaters.
Xiao Jingtong had been raised well since he was a child and did not like to eat many things. It turned out that when he was younger, eating was very wasteful. Even if it was delicious and he liked it, he could only take two bites or eat one piece.
Give up.
In the past few years, following Song Qinghuan, I have corrected this bad habit, but my picky eating problem has been gone for a while.
Xiao Jingtong was a picky eater, and Xiao Jingrou followed suit. She would not eat anything she didn't like, and she would act recklessly and refuse to eat it. She had to ask Song Qinghuan to hold it down before she ate it.
This time, when the two young girls heard what Song Qinghuan said, they knew it was not good and immediately started bargaining.
Song Qinghuan's attitude was very upright, and it was clear that there was no need for discussion. The mother and daughter chatted in the room, which became very lively for a while.
Xiao Ci walked far away, but he could still hear the voices of several people. There was a bit of smile on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and he couldn't be described as relaxed.
The father and son went out to the study room. Xiao Ci leaned back on the chair and said, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Jingchuan sent away all the servants who were guarding inside and outside, and then said: "Father, my mother and I went to Hongfa Temple today and met Princess Nanyao."
"Nanyao?" Xiao Ci frowned, and a bit of chill suddenly spread throughout his body.
He knew that Nan Yao had come back from the south. He was busy cleaning up those rotten teeth these days and had no time to pay attention to her. But she might be up to something secretly, so she kept people watching.
It stands to reason that if Nanyao went to Hongfa Temple, someone should come to report it. It is possible that she should be discovered.
Thinking of this, my heart suddenly sank and I asked, "Is she causing trouble for your mother?"
It was difficult for Xiao Jingchuan to answer this question. He did not follow Song Qinghuan to see Nan Yao, and he did not know whether he was causing trouble for Song Qinghuan.
After thinking about it for a while, he said: "My son has not seen Princess Nanyao, but the shadow beside her invited his mother to go there. Texue could not follow him, so he didn't know what the situation was like between the two of them.
"
After a pause, he continued: "I asked Ta Xue, and she said that her mother said that Princess Nanyao made up a story for her. Because it was not convenient to be outside, her mother didn't tell me. My son wondered, could it be?
Is it related to that incident?"
Xiao Ci frowned and scratched the top of his head in annoyance. Although Xiao Jingchuan didn't say clearly what the incident was, both father and son knew what it was referring to.
The room was quiet for a while, and then Xiao Ci said: "I know, you don't care about this matter, just pretend you don't know."
The father and son talked for a few words about today's matter, and then talked about other things. When they returned to Yilanju from the outer study room, Xiao Jingtong and the sisters Xiao Jingtong had already rolled to the couch after eating.
Gone to take a nap.
Song Qinghuan was not in a good mood to go to pay homage today, but was interrupted by Nan Yao, so he ate half a bowl of rice when he came back. Seeing that Xiao Ci and Xiao Jingchuan had not returned yet, he left some food for them.
Xiao Ci acted like a normal person, as if his father and son had just talked about some other things. Seeing that Song Qinghuan had left food for him, he said: "I won't eat. I thought you must be preaching Dharma today."
Those who had lunch at the temple had eaten early."
Song Qinghuan didn't force him, he just asked Mai Qing to make a cup of honey tea for him, and the two of them sat in the main room doing nothing.
Xiao Jingchuan was too embarrassed to eat here, so he just asked the maid to pack the food in a box on the pretext of having something to do, and took it back to his yard. He also packed Xiao Jingtong and Xiao Jingrou away together.
As soon as the children left, the apartment became quieter and quieter. Song Qinghuan yawned and prepared to go back to the inner room to rest.
Xiao Ci thought for a while and then followed in.
The two of them were lying together in clothes. Before Xiao Ci could think of what to say, Song Qinghuan was already breathing evenly and fell asleep.
She slept soundly, and Xiao Ci didn't bother her at all. It wasn't until sunset that Song Qinghuan woke up in a daze after she was full from sleep.
The lights have been hung up in Yilanju, and the lights are brightly lit everywhere. Through a wall, you can still hear the playful laughter of Xiao Jingtong and Xiao Jingrou in the courtyard, and Xiao Ci's soft drink from time to time.
Song Qinghuan sat up, smoothed her hair, put on a coat, wrapped her shoes and walked out.
Xiao Jingchuan was now taller than her. He stood beside Xiao Ci with a long body and seemed to have the aura to push Xiao Ci down.
Both of them stood in the corridor with their hands clasped behind their hands, watching Xiao Jingtong and Xiao Jingrou running around holding cute little animal lanterns.
Song Qinghuan coughed lightly, and the two of them turned their heads and looked over, making her a little embarrassed. Fortunately, she had become thicker and thicker over the years, so she couldn't see anything wrong.
Song Qinghuan said in a pretentious manner: "You didn't even call me, it's already dark."
Xiao Ci smiled softly, stretched out his hand to pull her to his side, but still looked at the two children playing in the courtyard, and said, "I can't even push her to wake up, so why do I call you?"
Provoking Song Qinghuan to glare fiercely, he laughed again, pinched the back of her hand, and reached out to call the two children playing in the courtyard over: "Stop playing, let's eat."
Xiao Jingtong and Xiao Jingrou were covered in sweat from running. After hearing this, they thought they really stopped joking and ran over quickly. Each of them hugged Song Qinghuan's leg and started giggling.
Xiao Jingrou was young, so she would say whatever she wanted. She grinned with her thin, small teeth and said, "Mom is a big slacker."
Before Song Qinghuan could get angry, Xiao Ci picked up Xiao Jingrou and walked into the house, laughing and saying, "Little guy, why are you telling the truth?"
"Xiao Ci, stop right here..."
"I don't..."
The couple are both very old, but they are still as noisy as children.
Xiao Jingchuan entered the room at the end, with a smile on his eyes and brows, but his mind was heavy. When he thought of that incident, the smile in his heart could not help but be suppressed.
Become worried.
The whole family had a lively dinner. Xiao Ci took the two little girls out to eat some food, and then sent her two sisters back to Hanlian Courtyard. When they returned to Yilan Residence, Song Qinghuan had already freshened up and was preparing dinner.
Sitting with her legs crossed on the heated kang near the window, she kept flipping through the book.
The green silk hair that looked like splashes of ink hung down to her waist, still carrying a bit of moisture. Although the plain white pajamas were not aesthetically pleasing, they made her face even more beautiful.
Qin Ziheng took one look at it and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. They had known each other for many years, and his son had reached the age where he wanted to marry and have children, but Song Qinghuan still looked like a little girl who had not yet left the court.
Grinning, he strode to sit next to her, crossed his legs carelessly, and asked: "I heard that Nanyao is looking for trouble with you again today?"
