The boss is so good that he doesn't talk about the second child." Xiao Ci was amused by Song Qinghuan, loosened the feather duster on his hand, and found a place to sit down unceremoniously.
Feng Yan raised his eyes and looked around at the furnishings of Lan Yue Pavilion.
"You little girl, do you really think that if you are lucky enough to win such a round, you will be able to sleep peacefully?"
Xiao Ci was talking about Song Qinghuan and Li, his eyes were shining, but he was also smiling with evil intentions.
"This world has never been very tolerant of women. If you can come out of the King's Palace intact, you are already mentally strong. But what about the future?"
"With your status as the former princess of Yi, who will dare to marry someone in the future? Even if you never marry, do you plan to be a sister-in-law in a nunnery, or do you want to rely on this failed prince's mansion to support you for the rest of your life and be an old girl?"
Xiao Ci said this to Song Qinghuan in the middle of the night, which was really weird.
The feather duster fell on the palm of his hand. Song Qinghuan chuckled and sat down next to Xiao Ci casually: "I heard that Uncle Jiu wanted to be a matchmaker. Can you find me a husband?"
The smile on Xiao Ci's face froze, he pulled his face and looked at Song Qinghuan in disbelief: "Do you think I came here in the middle of the night to find you a husband?"
"What else?" Song Qinghuan pulled off a chicken feather and played with it in his hand: "Uncle Jiu said without hesitation. For a long time, he kept emphasizing that it is not easy for women, especially with divorced women. Uncle Jiu didn't mean this.
You want to find me a husband, and what do you want to do?"
Xiao Ci was so angry that Song Qinghuan was so angry that he vomited blood. He was a noble prince, but he was reduced to finding a husband for a yellow-haired girl?
He took a few deep breaths, and after a while he calmed down the surging air, and rolled his eyes: "I will find a husband for you, but it depends on whether you can bear it."
Song Qinghuan clicked his tongue and said, "Looking at what Uncle Jiu said, I am also the princess of Qianyi, so why can't I stand it?"
Before Xiao Ci could speak, he knocked the feather duster on the table again and said meaningfully: "Uncle Jiu, as for me, I just got married and have a bad temper. If Uncle Jiu comes to introduce my husband's family to me, I will
You're welcome, but if you're just here to tease me, I might not be too happy about it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the feather duster hit the table hard with a "snap", making Xiao Ci jump in fright.
Song Qinghuan said: "Uncle Jiu, are you leaving alone? Or should you let me see you off?"
Xiao Ci jumped up and squatted on the chair, his appearance was funny and hilarious, and his fingers pointing at Song Qinghuan couldn't help but tremble.
Make a very scared look: "You, you, you, you little girl, you, you, you..."
"You, you, you, what, you..." Song Qinghuan interrupted.
"Let me tell you, for the sake of you being the Holy Brother, I won't care about you for the time being. Just go back to where you came from. If you piss me off, I won't let you eat.
Let's go."
As he spoke, he swiped the feather duster in his hand towards Xiao Ci: "Next time you dare to pretend to be a ghost, stuff a raft at every turn, climb over the wall of my Hou Mansion in the middle of the night, I will let the dog bite you to death for letting you do this.
The first prince of Dali who was bitten to death by a dog."
Song Qinghuan had a fierce look and a bit of air.
Xiao Ci couldn't stop laughing. With a bounce, he squatted down on the beam, looked at her condescendingly, and said provocatively: "They all say that there are tigers in the mountains. I see that your Qibei Marquis Mansion also has a very big tigress."
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He also imitated Song Qinghuan and said: "As for you, even if I find a husband for you, I am afraid that you will be a widow in the future. Why bother to harm others? It is better to go up the mountain and cut off your hair to become a sister-in-law."
Come on."
"You!" Song Qinghuan was furious this time.
But she didn't know how to do Qinggong, so she could only watch Xiao Ci squatting on the beam of the house, and she jumped to her feet and cursed: "It's none of your business whether I cut off my hair and go up the mountain to be a sister-in-law. It has nothing to do with you whether I will be a widow in the future."
It's not a matter of half a penny, but it's you, you are not a widower now."
He also said: "I will be a widow in the future, so you will definitely be a widower for the rest of your life..."
She scolded in such a hurry that she spat out the words without even thinking about them.
After all, Xiao Ci was so many years older than her, but his face was as thick as a city wall, and she still scolded her so much that he didn't take it seriously.
Instead, he said shamelessly: "It doesn't matter whether you are a widower or not. After all, I am a prodigal son who wanders around flowers, but you are pitiful..."
There was a hint of pity in those eyes, as if Song Qinghuan was really such a poor person.
The more he behaved like this, the more Song Qinghuan became like that wild cat with explosive hair, with thorns all over his body, looking at Xiao Ci with poisonous eyes, he turned around and picked up the unknown small porcelain bottle on the dressing table.
I want to throw it at Xiao Ci.
Xiao Ci had suffered losses at the hands of Song Qinghuan, and he knew that she was good at poison, so he did not dare to underestimate her. He was afraid that the porcelain bottle would break and the poison inside would be scattered.
A strange fragrance.
His feet were unsteady and he fell to the ground. After a moment, he felt something was wrong.
It's obviously cold in winter, but it's like being in a hot summer. My whole body is weak and weak, my throat is dry and itchy, and I'm still trying to make a humiliating sound.
Xiao Ci cursed secretly, took a few steps back, covering his heart and breathing unevenly: "What did you do?"
Song Qinghuan played with the empty bottle in his hand and looked at Xiao Ci with a half-smile. Because he had the upper hand, his whole body was arrogant and his eyes almost went to the sky: "It's nothing, I originally kept it for the man in the house after the new year."
It matches the species, I didn’t expect Uncle Jiu to try it first for me."
Then he asked him: "Uncle Jiu, what do you think of this medicine? Is it good for the head?"
Not just from above, Xiao Ci had blue veins popping out on his forehead. After all, he was a man who had been involved in the sea of flowers for many years. Unexpectedly, he would fall into the hands of Song Qinghuan today, and he would use something used for livestock to deal with him.
After a while, Xiao Ci felt his heart felt stuffy and it was difficult to breathe.
Knowing that the medicine prepared by Song Qinghuan was powerful, he did not dare to pester it, otherwise he would not even be able to guarantee what would happen.
Having fallen into the hands of such a girl again and again, Xiao Ci was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he had to suppress his anger and reached out to ask her for the antidote: "Bring the antidote quickly, you made it yourself."
You should also know the effect of this. If I make a mistake, you will be the one who suffers."
Song Qinghuan didn't take his threat at all, but smiled: "This thing is the antidote. If Uncle Jiu feels uncomfortable, just go to the flower house to find a girl. If Uncle Jiu feels better about himself, he can go into the cold water."
