Song Qinghuan sat up in a hurry, without even wearing shoes, and opened the window with bare feet. The fatigue all over his body was forgotten, and there was a smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows: "Chunlan, go and ask,
Did the big black Erhei raised by your brother catch the thief?"
After a while, Chunlan left and came back again. She said through the coffin: "Back to my girl, it was Da Hei and Er Hei who started fighting on their own, not a thief."
"No." Song Qinghuan closed the window with a disappointed look on her face, thinking that it was Xiao Ci who was accustomed to cheating and was bitten by Big Hei and Erhei, but she never thought that it was not the case.
Suddenly, she felt sleepy. She crawled under the quilt, smelled the fragrance, and turned over. After closing her eyes for a short time, she suddenly pulled away.
Xiao Ci was seen wearing a black robe and ebony hair, lying on his side on the inside of the bed, looking at Song Qinghuan with a half-smile.
Song Qinghuan's throat tightened, and when he was about to turn over, he asked Xiao Ci to hold him tightly: "Little thing, if I fall into your trap again this time, my years will be in vain."
"You, what are you doing?" Song Qinghuan was pulled into his arms, and his unique fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose.
The aroma made the tips of her ears turn red.
"Nothing." Xiao Ci laughed playfully, and suddenly used two more forceful hands to tighten Song Qinghuan's grip.
She rested her chin on his head and sighed in a deep voice: "I'm not here to mess with you today. Can you let me rest here for a while?"
Song Qinghuan's hand touched the silver needle hidden in the mattress, and realized that something was wrong with Xiao Ci's loss, so he moved his hand.
"What happened?"
Xiao Ci didn't speak, just closed his eyes, and the strength of his hands never relaxed.
Song Qinghuan couldn't move, so she asked him to hold her for a while, and then she felt that her bones were stiff and uncomfortable, so she had to carefully ask him: "Can you let me go? If you have anything sad in your heart, you can talk about it, although I may not be able to help."
You, but it feels more comfortable to say it anyway."
The person on the head still didn't speak, only breathed evenly, as if he had fallen asleep.
Song Qinghuan tried to move, but still couldn't move.
He could only sigh and curse: "I think you are sick, and you are very sick. You don't sleep in such a big mansion, and you come here to me."
She said this without realizing that she was being taken advantage of by Xiao Ci.
The fragrance lingered in the house, and in the middle of the night, Song Qinghuan felt sleepy and fell asleep soon.
There was no dream all night, and when I woke up the next day, the people around me were gone, as if last night was just a dream.
If it weren't for the unique fragrance of that man lingering on the tip of his nose, Song Qinghuan would have just thought that he was a fool.
I asked Taxue to wash myself up, and had my breakfast, then I took a carriage and went to the shop at the other end of Liuzhu Street.
Liu Ping, who had been training for many days, still drove for Song Qinghuan. After enduring the incident, he became more stable than before.
When the carriage stopped, Song Qinghuan asked Ta Xue to help him get down. After some thought, he called Liu Ping over and whispered a few instructions.
Liu Ping took the order and left, and did not return until noon.
Song Qinghuan was eating in the cleaned inner room, and Liu Ping stood at the bottom and answered respectfully.
"I went to inquire around, but I didn't hear anything happened in Prince Rui's mansion, and there were no other rumors."
After thinking for a while, he said, "However, the Queen Mother has returned to the palace in the past two days."
In her early years, Queen Mother Jiang was just an inconspicuous role in the late emperor's harem, but no one expected that such an inconspicuous role would help her son ascend to the throne.
He changed his past weak nature and ruthlessly got rid of several princes who hindered Emperor Chengxing's ascension to the throne, leaving behind the young Prince Rui Xiao Ci and King Wu Xiao En. They were also forced by the situation.
Over the years, although King Rui and King Wu both grew up safely, got married and had children, it was rumored that whenever Queen Mother Jiang felt unhappy, she would seek out the two to teach them a lesson, so the relationship was not very good.
Song Qinghuan had heard of these things before, and when Liu Ping said this, she understood the meaning.
Immediately I realized that no wonder Xiao Ci was so wrong yesterday. I think he was wronged by Mr. Jiang.
Song Qinghuan responded by saying that she understood, and never mentioned the matter again. She couldn't even take care of her own affairs, so how could she have the mood to worry about others.
From that day until the Chinese New Year, Xiao Ci never appeared again.
And Song Qinghuan is still too busy to touch the ground. She has less hands to use, and even less to make decisions. She has to personally witness everything.
She was busy until New Year's Eve, when she finally got some rest. The craftsmen all took leave to celebrate the New Year, and she also had a rare free time to take care of herself.
No matter how bad the Song family was, Xiao Yun didn't bother to do anything during the New Year's Eve, and had the big kitchen prepare the New Year's dinner early.
At night, the old lady came out to have a rare meal together. Song Youyu was carried out by the servants. Song Qingyan also had no nose, nose, or eyes.
As the head of the family, Song Wende said a few symbolic words before raising his glass and taking a drink.
The others followed suit and started eating with chopsticks. For a while, they could only hear the sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks.
After all, the Song family is so thin that even during the Chinese New Year, it is deserted.
But Song Qinghuan was extremely happy. At this moment, the same family gathered together for a reunion dinner, and it felt like home.
After having enough wine and food, the group sat and drank a cup of tea before going back to the yard to tidy up.
Song Qinghuan drank two more drinks at the dinner table and was fine when he was in the dining room. When he walked back to Yue Pavilion, a little wind blew, and he felt a little drunk.
I felt light and airy as I walked. I held Taxue's hand and smiled with crooked eyebrows. I kept saying, "I'm really happy today."
She was really happy.
Before becoming Song Qinghuan, I was always alone with my master during every New Year and festival. I was a lonely person and lived in exile. Even if I had a few coins in my pocket, I could buy some good wine and food.
, but it never feels like home.
Texue didn't know what she was thinking, but when he saw her like this, he knew she was drunk. He carefully coaxed her and helped her back to Lan Yue Pavilion.
After washing him for a while, he tucked him into bed.
There was a lamp left in the room. Although Song Qinghuan felt top-heavy, his mind was clear. He opened his eyes and looked at the ginger-yellow warm tent on his head in trance.
For a moment, I thought of all the things that happened when I fell down with my master. I wonder how she is doing now? Are she sad because of her departure?
But for a moment I was afraid that my current happiness was like a dream and would be gone when I woke up.
Thinking over and over again, Song Qinghuan turned over and sighed softly.
One sigh fell, and another sigh sounded from outside the warm tent...
