After the death of the two children's biological mother, Su, every new year and festival, as long as Empress Dowager Jiang was in Beijing, they would definitely go to the palace to celebrate the New Year.
It's like this every year.
Xiao Ci raised his head and looked at the moon that seemed both missing and full, feeling unspeakably sad in his heart.
When I was young, I didn't dare to talk to others in order to survive. I was lost and lonely, and I could only digest it alone in the dark night.
Later, I got married to the Su family. Although life was not that easy, the cold Prince Rui's Mansion was still lively for a few years.
After the Su family left, Prince Rui's Mansion was just a place to sleep.
The two children were taken care of by Queen Mother Jiang, so he didn't have to worry about anything, so he simply became the powerless romantic prince again.
Without personal experience, who can know the sadness of this.
Song Qinghuan originally wanted to make a few jokes, but he swallowed his words again, his eyes dozed off for a while, and then he reached out and patted his shoulder, and said: "What's so pitiful? I'm not being raped."
Did you pull it out?"
Then he asked him: "You just said you would take me to eat pot after watching the fireworks. Does that count?"
Xiao Ci laughed loudly: "You don't even know how heavy you are. If you eat the pot again after a while, I won't be able to carry you back even if I want to."
"Get out of here." Song Qinghuan said angrily, and the hand on his shoulder went to pull his ear.
Xiao Ci tilted his head, but did not let her succeed. He turned over and jumped a few feet away, laughing.
"I'm going to buy some wine."
Without waiting for Song Qinghuan to speak, he jumped down.
"Hey, you, you left me here, how can I get down?" Song Qinghuan stood up, and he could no longer be seen.
I was afraid of shouting too loudly and alerting others, so I stamped my feet angrily and sat back down carefully.
The cold wind blew, making her shiver from the cold, and she wrapped her cloak more tightly around her body.
A firework exploded in the silent night sky, bursting into colorful sparks instantly. The sparks fell from the night sky like shooting stars, like the bright eucalyptus and jade flowers in the sky.
One flower, two flowers, until the entire night sky is illuminated, just like the day.
Song Qinghuan looked up at the fireworks all over the sky and was dumbfounded for a moment. This year's fireworks seemed to be different from those in previous years.
"It's time to get rid of the old and welcome the new." She murmured, crossing her arms and looking at the sky.
Xiao Ci, who was standing not far behind her, was holding a wine jar in both hands and followed her gaze towards the fireworks in the sky.
Xiao Ci was in a trance for a moment, unable to tell whether this was reality or a dream. He always felt that this scene seemed similar to before, but it was different from the past.
He stood behind Song Qinghuan until the fireworks all over the sky dispersed, then he came forward with two small jars of wine.
Song Qinghuan was shivering from the cold. Seeing Xiao Ci's late arrival, she couldn't help but snatch the wine jar from his hand, lifted the lid, and took a big gulp into her mouth.
But he choked and coughed repeatedly.
There was a burning pain in her throat. Song Qinghuan had simply overestimated her ability to drink. At dinner tonight, she drank several cups of fruit wine and felt dizzy. It seemed that she could not bear the strong liquor Xiao Ci drank.
Seeing her embarrassed look, Xiao Ci felt very good and smiled heartily: "I don't know why, seeing you make a fool of yourself, I felt very good."
Song Qinghuan's face turned red due to coughing, and she glared at him fiercely: "Get away, you will do nothing good every time I meet you."
When the cough subsided, he stuffed the wine jar in his hand onto him again, and even said displeasedly: "I'm going back."
Xiao Ci didn't mind it either, and poured a large sip of wine into his mouth from the wine jar that Song Qinghuan drank from just now, with a smile on his face.
"Then what?"
"Then?" Song Qinghuan stood up and kicked Xiao Ci: "I'll give you two choices, either send me back quickly, or..."
"How?" Xiao Ci raised his eyebrows with a mischievous smile on his face.
"Or I'll poison you and kill you."
Song Qinghuan spoke harshly, but Xiao Ci was not afraid of her today. He had put on all the clothes on her body, and he knew whether she had brought anything dangerous with her.
"I don't have a choice between the two." He was in a good mood, stretched out his arms, and jumped off the roof with a slight jump.
"We've finished watching the fireworks, it's time to eat the pot."
The two of them landed, and Xiao Ci raised the wine jar in his hand: "This fine daughter Hong is just right."
"I'm not going." Seeing Xiao Ci leaving her unceremoniously and walking forward, Song Qinghuan stamped her feet and felt her whole body filled with anger.
Xiao Ci ignored her and just said: "There is a retired master in Xianglou who makes good pots. The red soup and white soup are filled in the Bagua pot. The extremely thin slices of mutton and beef are put into the boiling soup.
Not to mention how delicious it tastes when dipped in sauce."
As he spoke, he clicked his tongue again: "I wanted to take you to see me because I want to fall in love with you. However, if you are not interested, then forget it."
As the words were about to fall, Song Qinghuan walked to his side and said without looking away, "Who said I'm not interested anymore."
Fu curled his lips again: "If you dare to leave me, I will poison you tomorrow."
"Hahahaha..." Xiao Ci laughed and raised his hand to rub the top of Song Qinghuan's hair: "Where did you, a girl, learn the poison technique? You always say poison this or poison that. Be careful.
No one will dare to marry me in the future."
Today's Song Qinghuan is very different from the original Song Qinghuan. Xiao Ci himself sent people to check her out. She is still the same person as before, but some things don't make sense.
Song Qinghuan told the outside world that he had learned a little from Yun's close friend in his early years, but he didn't believe a word of it.
He knew what kind of temper that aunt was like. Although she was a kind person, she was also full of arrogance.
Therefore, the fact that Song Qinghuan knew the poison technique is like a mystery.
At this time, I asked it half-jokingly, but it may not mean that I am probing.
Song Qinghuan knew what he meant, but she couldn't explain it herself. She also laughed and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to marry me? Why did you still say it as a joke?"
"You girl." Xiao Ci smiled and took a sip of wine: "If I were a few years older, I could be your father. Are you sure you want to marry a man who is about the same age as your father?"
"I don't want to." Song Qinghuan bared his teeth and smiled: "You have said so. You are definitely not willing to marry me, who can be your daughter, to be your wife. But from what you said, you are willing to be my father?"
"Why don't you just accept me as your bastard? When I see you in the future, I can call you godfather."
"Ahem, cough..." A mouthful of strong wine was choked in his throat. Xiao Ci coughed for a while, then he stroked his heart and gritted his teeth and said, "How could I have a daughter as old as you?"
