There was something in Chun Niang's words, and Xiao Ci glared sharply, but she didn't take it seriously, twisted her slim waist and flicked the handkerchief before walking out the door.
There was no one in the corridor, except for a few lonely lanterns, which swayed gently when the cold wind blew.
The smile on Chun Niang's face faded, and she saw the closed coffin from the corner of her eye, and she couldn't tell what she felt in her heart.
Xiao Ci's romantic reputation was known to everyone in Kyoto, but for so many years, she was the only one in this huge palace, and Song Qinghuan was the first woman he took the initiative to bring back.
The earth dragon that had just been cooked in Xiaoxie was already warm at this time, and the red soup pot was fragrant and spicy, and it didn't take long for people to start eating it.
Song Qinghuan took off his cloak and pulled up his sleeves without being polite at all.
There were two people in the room, one sitting at one end eating a pot, the other sitting at the other end drinking. Neither of them spoke, but neither of them felt embarrassed.
Song Qinghuan ate until his belly was round and he was really full before he stopped eating. When he turned around, he saw Xiao Ci sitting under the lamp reading a book with wine in hand.
The yellowish light shone on his face, making his face softer and softer. His slender eyebrows and slightly raised phoenix eyes made him look pretty for a moment.
Song Qinghuan stared unconsciously for a long time, until Xiao Ci turned his head, and the soft color on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by coldness.
Xiao Ci raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp: "Are you full?"
Song Qinghuan nodded.
There was no more words between the two parties. Xiao Ci stood up and took Song Qinghuan's cloak.
"I'll take you back..."
...
The sound of firecrackers made people's ears buzz.
Song Qinghuan lazily got his head out of the bed and asked vaguely: "What time is it? It's so noisy."
Ta Xue Xun Mei had been waiting for her for a long time. Hearing the noise, she stepped forward with a smile: "My dearest girl, bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. The future will get better and better."
The ginger-yellow warm tent is hung with silver hooks, and the two little maids are all dressed in red, which is a bit like celebrating the New Year.
Song Qinghuan rubbed his eyes and sat up, still a little dazed. He couldn't remember whether the trip yesterday was a dream or reality.
After stretching, yawning, and putting on her soft-soled shoes to freshen up, she heard Xunmei ask in surprise: "Girl, did you go out yesterday? Why do all the new clothes you are going to wear today seem dirty?"
After splashing a handful of warm water on his face, Song Qinghuan's sleepiness disappeared, and he muttered in his mind that it seemed like it was not a dream.
Then he responded vaguely: "Well, I'm out..."
Xunmei kept talking, but Song Qinghuan didn't listen to a single word. He was dragged out by Xiao Ci yesterday and didn't think much about it, but now his mind seemed to be clear.
If it was an accident that she met Xiao Ci at Yi Wang's Mansion, but now that she was out of Yi Wang's Mansion, this person still stuck to her, which made people feel that something was wrong.
And last time he stopped him from selling his yard, saying that he wanted to make a joint venture with him, but he talked about the pros and cons of it openly and secretly, and in the end he refused, so he didn't take it seriously.
It's like going around in such a big circle just to warn that the Song family is connected to the Yun family.
Song Qinghuan sat in front of the dressing table, found the jade talisman from the bottom of the dressing box, and touched the pattern on it carefully. For a moment, she couldn't figure out whether Xiao Ci was an enemy or a friend.
If he was an enemy, he had helped her several times, openly or secretly; but if he was a friend, Song Qinghuan didn't believe that he had no agenda.
But he is an idle prince who has no power in his hands and is still controlled by others. Does he have a plan for doing this for no reason? Or is he really too idle to do anything?
Song Qinghuan felt that she might have drunk too much yesterday, and now she had a headache.
He bit his lip and thought about it, but still couldn't think of a reason, so he asked Taxue: "Is there any response to the letter I sent to grandma first?"
"Miss, it's not yet." Ta Xue neatly tied up Song Qinghuan's hair with her hands and feet. Seeing her frown, he said, "I'll go back and ask someone else."
Then he said: "Girl, please don't worry. After washing up in a while, you have to follow Mrs. Marquis to worship the ancestors. Today is the first day of the new year, so don't rush into it."
Thinking of paying homage to his ancestors later, Song Qinghuan quickly calmed down and suppressed all his thoughts.
It is customary to worship ancestors on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and it is the same for every family.
The ancestral temple of the Song family is located in the Hou Mansion, and the rows of ancestral tablets all show the prosperous population of the Song family in the past.
It's a pity that there are only a few people here now.
As the head of the family, Song Wende stood at the front with Nianxiang, followed by the old lady and Xiaoyun family, followed by Song Youyu, Song Qinghuan and Song Qinghuan.
After Song Wende read a few words, the group knelt down three times and kowtowed, and then burned some yellow paper.
After worshiping the ancestors, the whole family gathered together to have breakfast. In the end, everything was the same as before, and they continued to do whatever they needed to do.
Most of the relatives of the Song family are not in Kyoto. In addition, there was the divorce of Song Qinghuan two years ago. During the Chinese New Year, the Yemeni court was deserted, with no relatives or friends walking around, making it even more deserted than in previous years.
Song Wende wanted to go out to meet friends, but he didn't mention it once he went there, and Xiao Yun was happy to have some time at home.
While Song Youyu was recuperating from his injuries, Song Qingyan worked as a prostitute in Wuyou Pavilion every day, and Song Qinghuan also copied Buddhist scriptures from Mrs. Song.
After the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, things started to take care of the two shops again.
Song Qinghuan went out early and came back late every day, so busy that his feet never touched the ground.
On the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, Song Wende had dinner at night and said, "I'm just going to be lazy this year. Let's go see the lanterns tomorrow during the Lantern Festival."
He had been at home for a long time and wanted to go out to get some fresh air. Xiaoyun didn't hesitate to do so. After dinner, he asked someone to prepare it.
The craftsmen were all on holiday, and Song Qinghuan did not have to go to supervise the work the next day. He only went to Qingfeng Garden to see Song Youyu.
Song Youyu is young and has a good foundation, but the bones in Yue Yu's legs and feet have almost grown, but he still needs to be careful.
Song Qinghuan changed his dressing and re-tied the wooden board to fix it: "It will be removed after more than half a month."
Song Youyu sat at home without moving every day, and after more than a month of nursing, he became much mellower.
Grinning, revealing a row of neat teeth.
"You asked me to find the person you asked me to find for you. However, that master is very capable, but he is very arrogant and will raise the price from the ground up."
Song Qinghuan stole Xiao Ci's idea and used the shop near Liuzhu Street to sell powder and skin care cream in order to hire a master who knew about powder and makeup.
She had no idea, so she thought of Song Youyu, but she didn't expect that he actually managed it.
Song Qinghuan said: "Nothing. After the Lantern Festival, I will go and meet this master. It is better to have something to plan than nothing."
Song Youyu responded and said nonchalantly: "It's up to you. If it doesn't work, I'll ask Chen Laoer to find one."
"Chen Lao Er?" Song Qinghuan rolled his eyes and remembered with some vague memory who it was, and asked him: "This Chen Lao Er is quite easy to get around. He can recognize all kinds of people."
"He has helped you so much, you should treat him to a nice drink someday..."
