The beaded hairpin was of a very simple style, with pearls and plum blossoms twisted by gold wire, and there was nothing special about it in the hand.
Song Qinghuan vaguely wondered who could be so boring.
Putting the hairpin on the palm of his hand and looking at it carefully, he realized that the hairpin could be broken.
After carefully twisting the long handle of the pearl hairpin, he discovered that there was a small raft hidden inside, with the word "Zi Shi" written on it.
It's exactly the same as what was written on the raft last time.
"The ghost lingers." Song Qinghuan snorted coldly, threw the beaded hairpin onto the kang, and ignored it again.
Besides Xiao Ci, who is so boring.
Song Qinghuan's eyebrows darkened again and again. It didn't matter that Xiao Ci could come and go freely in the Yiwang Palace, but he could also come and go freely in the Qibei Marquis Palace.
It seems that the guards of the Hou Mansion need to be strengthened.
Song Qinghuan was freed, which was a happy event for her, but it was not a glorious event for the entire Qibei Houfu.
Xiao Yun was afraid that she would feel bad, so she was cautious in everything. At night, she even specially prepared a table of wine and food for everyone to have a reunion dinner.
Song Qinghuan wanted to refuse, but was afraid that Xiao Yun would think too much, so when the time came, he went to Mrs. Song's courtyard to pay her respects, and then planned to attend the banquet.
Old Mrs. Song still looked cold and indifferent. She was either chanting sutras or worshiping Buddha. She didn't mention anything about Song Qinghuan and Li Guijia, and just pretended that she didn't know anything about it.
Song Qinghuan was clearly a little worried about this old lady. She didn't dare to say a word in her courtyard. When she came out, she breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, the matter of reconciliation was not a trivial matter, and she was afraid that if the old lady really asked about it, she would not know how to answer it.
It was said to be a reunion dinner, but the only people who came out to eat together were Song Wende, Xiaoyun and his wife, plus Song Qinghuan. The three of them gathered around the table.
Song Youyu was injured in his legs and feet and could not move, but Song Qingyan also excused herself as unwell and did not even show her face.
The three of them ate their meals in silence, not even sitting for a moment longer, and then went back to their own courtyards.
At night, Xiaoyun took the lamp and brought out all the items in the house, making a crackling sound with the abacus, without even raising a brow from the beginning to the end.
Song Wende was good at reading in the study. It was late at night when he came back, and he frowned in displeasure when he saw that Xiao Yun was acting like a money slave.
"What are you thinking about? Do you have to pawn again to make ends meet?"
Since Song Qinghuan got married last time, Xiao Yun had pawned Song Wende's treasure. He still remembers it in his heart, and he would pull it out and prick her from time to time.
When Xiao Yun heard this, a look of embarrassment appeared on her face. She knew she couldn't overcome this, so she lowered her eyes and refused to answer.
I just gathered up all the account books and prepared to put them away together with the abacus so that I could rest.
But for no reason, his mind recalled what Song Qingyan said during the day. He hesitated in his hand movements and said tentatively: "Master Hou, Sister Huan is back home now. I wonder if Master Hou has any plans." ?"
Song Qing Huancai and Li returned home, and Xiaoyun shouldn't have mentioned the matter at this juncture due to emotions and reasons, but since she did, she naturally wanted to test Song Wende.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Song Wende's brows were frowning deeper and deeper, and there was anger in his tone: "What's wrong? You think that my daughter He Li will come back and eat and drink from you, so you can't afford it, right?"
It is not that easy to raise a girl. There is not much income in the Marquis Mansion, and Song Wende is a prodigal, so he spends generously on anything related to arty things.
When Song Qinghuan and Li returned home, they always had three meals a day, clothes for all seasons, and a lot of jewelry. If they had to go out for a banquet, they would have to prepare more.
In addition to Song Qinghuan, she also had those dowries that she had to support.
If she is sensible, it would be easy to support these people with dowry, but what if she is ignorant?
It's not like the mansion raised her for her.
Xiaoyun's eyes were indeed filled with disappointment, and she forced a smile: "How could the Marquis miss me so much?"
Then he said: "Originally, we and my brother had our eyes on the girl from the Zhu family, but now that Sister Huan's incident has happened, I thought that I should take it easy with the Zhu family, so as not to worry Sister Huan's heart.
It’s not easy to think about either."
Song Wende only cares about spending money and not making money. He doesn't know how much money is needed. He has made it clear in the past, but he also thinks that you are obsessed with money and only know how to scheme all day long.
I had no choice but to listen to Song Qingyan's words and say this.
Song Youyu turned over the Chinese New Year and was sixteen years old. It was the time to talk about getting married. The Zhu family had also gone through Song Wende's path, so they naturally understood it clearly.
When Xiao Yun said this, Song Wende thought about it, but his expression was still bad: "Why has it come to this point? Why didn't you tell me in the first place, do you have enough money?"
Xiaoyun didn't say anything, just looked at Song Wende.
Song Wende felt uncomfortable looking at her, so he reluctantly took the open account book in his hand and looked at it, and became even more speechless.
Xiaoyunshi then spoke again: "How about I write to my father and ask him to borrow some money to put things around first, and then we can pay it back after a while when we have it on hand."
"No." Song Wende refused without even thinking.
Although he is a man without much sense of responsibility, he is still a man of self-respect. For such a big house, he has to ask his in-laws to borrow money to make ends meet. He would not be able to say this even if he didn't make people laugh about it.
Xiao Yun had been husband and wife with him for more than ten years, so she knew what kind of person he was and had no choice but to make progress.
He didn't say anything at the moment, and just put away all the ledgers in a leisurely manner.
That night, Song Wende rarely suffered from insomnia. Xiao Yun lay beside him with her eyes closed and said nothing, pretending that no one knew about it.
Song Wende didn't sleep well, but Song Qinghuan's Lanyue Pavilion kept the lights on until midnight.
Just when he got his son, there was a slight movement from the unfastened window coffin. Song Qinghuan didn't even have time to put on his shoes. He walked to the window sill and waited for the window coffin to open. He raised the feather duster in his hand and knocked it down.
Xiao Ci was used to familiarity, but he didn't expect that Song Qinghuan would repay kindness with hatred and treat himself with a feather duster.
Without checking, he was hit twice on the body, and then he took half a step back on his toes, raised his hand and grabbed the feather duster in his hand.
Song Qinghuan, a prostitute, was no match for him. After struggling a few times, she couldn't break free, so she could only stare angrily and cursed: "Shameless person."
Xiao Ci smiled from the corners of his eyes and brows. With a little force, he pulled Song Qinghuan in front of him, raised his hand and knocked her on the forehead, cursing: "You ungrateful thing, you can cross the river and burn the bridge so quickly."
The two looked at each other and exchanged glances for several times. In the end, Song Qinghuan was defeated.
"The boss doesn't talk about the second child, he's half-assed...
