Chapter 8 Crossing the river and demolishing the bridge
Song Qinghuan knew better than anyone else that what Xiao Wei was doing today by inviting Yange to serve her every day was not even polite, it was just a matter of anger and anger.
Yao Yuechan was so good at crying that he might not be able to rest well this time.
After everything was packed, Song Qinghuan found a solitary medical book that she had dug out from her prodigal father when she got married, and sat on the soft blanket on the heated kang near the window to read it carefully.
It turns out that when she was with her master, she studied poisoning more than medicine. She could just make a living by walking around in the Jianghu, but now this high-class inner house is more cannibalistic than the Jianghu. Maybe he died for no reason that day.
After drinking a lot of tea, Ta Xue Xunmei, who was peeping outside the door waiting for news, quickly lifted the curtain and entered the house.
All of them lowered their eyebrows and frowned, did not speak, and just stood aside quietly.
Song Qinghuan raised his eyes when he had time to take a look, and he knew what it was without asking.
Not long after, the curtains were raised again, but it was Grandma Sun who returned. Although there was no anger on her face, there was no hint of joy either.
Song Qinghuan turned a page of the book in his hand, without even raising his head, and said without waiting for Grandma Sun to speak: "What's wrong?"
Grandma Sun's expression collapsed: "It's no use for me, I didn't take the prince over."
Not to mention picking up people, she didn't even see the master of Yinyan Pavilion.
The little maid from Yiyan Pavilion politely asked her to wait at the concierge and served her good tea and snacks, but she sat there for most of an hour without saying a word.
He angrily asked the little maid to urge him, and then he heard angry curses coming from the other end of the main room.
You can still vaguely hear what the curse was about.
After passing the news, the little maid came out of the main room with a look of embarrassment on her face.
Although Grandma Sun couldn't see some things clearly, she had lived for such a long time and in such a situation. Even if she didn't know what was going on, she might have lived in vain for so many years.
Grandma Sun sighed: "I am old and can't see clearly like a girl."
This marriage to the king of Tongyi may seem enviable, but in reality it is just a matter of appearance.
Song Qinghuan had expected such an ending, and was not surprised at all. That scumbag Xiao Wei didn't like her, and she might not like Xiao Wei either.
He waved his hand nonchalantly: "Okay, no big deal."
After a pause, he added: "I'm happy today. I'll eat a pot tonight, boil a pot of fruit wine, and have a few drinks."
That scumbag Xiao Wei won't be able to cause trouble for himself for at least ten and a half months due to his injury. Let's celebrate by eating something good tonight.
Grandma Sun nodded in agreement with a tired look, and then went out to organize things.
Ta Xue Xun Mei then rearranged the furnishings in the house according to Song Qinghuan's preferences.
Song Qinghuan flipped through a few pages of the book in his hand before he remembered something again. He raised his head and asked Xunmei: "You returned to the Hou Mansion today. Did your mother say anything?"
When Xunmei came back from Qibei Marquis Mansion, Song Qinghuan had already rested, woke up later, and was thinking about the other end of Yiyan Pavilion without bothering to talk.
Only then did Xunmei remember this question. She quickly put aside what she was doing and said, "Madam didn't say anything. She just asked the girl if she had any money on hand and if she could use it."
Song Qinghuan's heart felt warm and her lips curled up slightly.
The original owner's biological mother, Mrs. Yun, died of illness very early. Mrs. Xiao Yun was the concubine of the Yun family and the aunt of Song Qinghuan and her brother.
She had raised the two siblings since they were young, and she was kinder to them than to her own daughter. However, the original owner was crazy and always had some hostility towards Xiao Yun.
However, that was the original owner. Today's Song Qinghuan turned out to be an orphan. She never knew what a father's love was like and a mother's love. Xiaoyun's treatment of her was so good that she found it extremely rare.
Before the smile on her lips could fully spread, Xunmei spoke at an inappropriate time: "However, I saw the young master and the second young lady quarreling today. According to the second young lady, the young master said that the young master had taken the madam's jewelry. .."
The Song family has two prodigal sons, one is Song Qinghuan's biological father Song Wende, and the other is the only child of the Song family, Song Youyu.
One collects calligraphy, painting and antiques, while the other eats, drinks and plays. These two people emptied most of the Song family's wealth.
When mentioning these two people, Song Qinghuan could only sigh.
Needless to say, Song Youyu must have pawned off Xiaoyun's jewelry again, and was discovered by his second sister, who has always been a hot-tempered person. This led to this incident.
Song Qinghuan's eyes drowsied, and half of the happiness in her heart disappeared. Song Youyu learned a lot of bad habits outside. He stole Xiao Yun's jewelry to pawn it not once or twice, but just because he was the only child in the family, Everyone is spoiled by him, no wonder the Song family has declined to such a state.
In the past, Song Qinghuan had no father, no mother, no brothers and sisters, and lived with a semi-crippled master as a child. Although the Song family was in decline, his feelings for her were different.
Song Wende is getting older, and his temper can no longer be saved. The future of the Song family can only fall on Song Youyu. The first thing to bear now is to control the temper of this second generation ancestor.
Pretending to be busy, I put down my chopsticks at night without eating a few mouthfuls, washed myself and came out of the bathroom. I saw the red flower still growing in the basin on the dressing table.
As soon as I thought about it, I took a lamp and put it on the corner of the couch, leaning on the bed to practice medical skills.
Xiao Ci acted quickly and took care of Xiao Wei a long time ago. I guess he was very anxious to get that thing. It's a pity that she is now in the inner palace of Yiwang Palace, with so many eyes staring at her. If she buys medicine for others, someone will definitely know about it. , it can’t be done in a matter of seconds.
On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, the red candle was more than half lit, and the carved window coffin made a soft sound. As expected, Xiao Ci slipped in again without any sound.
Song Qinghuan was waiting for him. The candlelight flickered slightly. When he raised his eyes, he saw only a blur of light and shadow, but his figure was not bad.
"You are quite capable. You can come and go from the Yiwang Palace freely. It's almost the same as your back garden."
Xiao Ci was still wearing black night clothes, but as soon as he entered the house, he took off his face towel and grinned: "In the entire Kyoto city, there is only one place that I don't want to go to, and there is no place that I can't go to."
He spent the night in Song Qinghuan's room yesterday and was very familiar with him. He didn't know what politeness meant. He took a few steps forward and stood in front of the couch. He stretched out his arm to block the light in the corner of the couch, and his whole person's shadow enveloped Song Qinghuan. .
"Are you satisfied with the injuries of that little rabbit Xiao Wei?"
Song Qinghuan raised her eyes to look at him. She didn't know whether it was because of the poor lighting at night or something else, but she could only see the deep pool in his eyes, which was so dark that no bottom could be seen.
Instead of answering, he asked: "What is your relationship with Xiao Wei?"
She had never asked Xiao Ci his last name, nor did she know where he came from or where he was going, but she could tell from his words that he had a special relationship with Xiao Wei.
Xiao Ci frowned and stared into Song Qinghuan's eyes for a moment, saying that the eyes can't deceive anyone.
But he couldn't see any flowers after looking for a while, and then he said: "There is a rumor that a month ago you lost your footing and fell into the lake. When you woke up, you couldn't remember many old things. Is this true?"
"It's true." Song Qinghuan nodded. It seemed that the person in front of him was really related to Xiao Wei.
The person who could attack Xiao Wei so cleanly and neatly was not an enemy, but a ruthless person.
Xiao Ci rubbed his chin habitually, hesitated for a moment, and then said to her: "I and Xiao Wei are the same family, but we are not close."
Family? Are they brothers? It is said that the royal heirs have no brotherhood. Is this true?
Before Song Qinghuan could figure it out, Xiao Ci stopped talking nonsense and said bluntly: "Are you ready for what I want?"
"No." Song Qinghuan covered the book in his hand and stuffed it under the pillow: "I don't have all the things here, and I can't give them to you even if I want to."
Then he took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and said, "That's it. I keep some as a spare on weekdays."
Xiao Ci took the porcelain bottle, uncorked it and put it to the tip of his nose to smell it. With a bit of solemnity on his face, he paused for a moment without saying anything, turned around and left.
"Hey..." Song Qinghuan called softly, but before she could say what she wanted to say, she was already out of sight.
It just feels like crossing the river and burning the bridge again.
Song Qinghuan stamped his feet angrily, cursed a few words, and then gave up with a groan.
Song Qinghuan couldn't sleep well that night. She woke up in a daze and saw a dark shadow falling from above, which scared her so much that she lost all sleep and her heart beat wildly.
