He grabbed Song Qinghuan's shoulders and spoke every word with utmost sincerity.
But as if Song Qinghuan was hearing a joke, she stretched out her hand and pushed him away: "You can just dream."
"I'm not a cat or a dog who comes and goes when called upon. I advise you to wake up."
Song Qinghuan didn't know why Xiao Wei was so confident. Could it be that he really felt that all the girls in the world had to surround him.
She was too lazy to talk nonsense and tried to leave, but Xiao Wei stopped her.
"I know very well whether it's a dream or not." Xiao Wei has lost his patience. He himself doesn't know why he is so persistent with a person he has avoided in the past.
"I am a person who can do anything to achieve my goal."
He took a step forward and stretched out his hand to circle Song Qinghuan against the wall at the bottom of the alley: "It's quiet at night and there is no one here to disturb you. If we cook rice from raw rice, do you think you can reconcile with Li a second time?"
His eyes were like those of an eagle, looking at Song Qinghuan as if looking at prey, full of confidence and determination.
Song Qinghuan believed that he could do anything, and couldn't help but feel a little afraid.
She didn't believe that Xiao Wei was sincere, and the only reason why she was trying to figure it out was that there was still a Yun family.
But here, the sky and the sky are not responding, and the earth and the earth are not working. If he is really allowed to do such a dirty thing, what will he do?
Song Qinghuan swallowed and blinked her feather-like eyelashes again and again.
Xiao Wei raised his hand to push back the broken hair on her forehead, his fingertips fell along her cheek to her chin, his thumb pressed against her lips, and he murmured softly: "You should really think about it, what should I do?"
It's what's good for you, the Song family, and the Yun family."
One is coercion, and the other is inducement, which have always been his usual methods.
Song Qinghuan didn't dare to move until his hand moved away and fell on his shoulder again.
A complex emotion arose in her heart, and Song Qinghuan could feel that there was even a hint of faint joy.
But this secret joy was accompanied by some hesitation.
Song Qinghuan knew that the original person was causing trouble again, and was afraid that she would make some earth-shattering decision, so she hurriedly bit her tongue to suppress the emotion.
Holding the silver needle in his hand, his mind was spinning rapidly, but he was thinking of how to escape.
He believed that Xiao Wei's words were just words. He wanted to be the emperor, but he had to ask King Yu if he agreed.
Although she had not inquired about Xiao Wei in the past few months, she also knew that the turmoil about him had only subsided a little recently.
Moreover, she wouldn't let him sit in that position.
Song Qinghuan thought about which acupuncture points were closest and most suitable if he took action, so that he would not kill the person but would have enough time for him to escape.
Xiao Wei didn't know what she was thinking, so he stretched out his hand to remove the hosta from her hair, and her black hair flowed down like a waterfall.
Even though she was wearing men's clothing, she couldn't hide her beautiful face.
Xiao Wei approached her, breathing lightly on her face, and said: "I'll give you time, you can think about it before you call me back."
"Three days, I'll give you three days, either let me carry you in the big sedan chair, or I'll fight for it myself."
Song Qinghuan was silent, his heart was beating wildly, and just as he was about to take action with the silver needle in his hand, he heard a sneer coming from not far away.
A familiar voice came into my ears: "What's going on with young people nowadays? It's too immoral."
When she looked up, she saw Xiao Ci on horseback at the entrance of the alley, looking at her lazily.
Xiao Wei turned around and recognized Xiao Ci at a glance, as well as the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division following behind him. He frowned, stood up straight, straightened his clothes, and then took a look at Song Qinghuan.
He called out: "How come Uncle Jiu is hanging out with the people from the Wucheng Army and Horses Division now?"
"Oh, who do I think I am? It turns out to be your boy. Didn't I go to your father's house to get some work for two days when I had nothing to do?" Xiao Ci looked at Xiao Wei up and down with a playful look.
He smiled again: "I didn't even know you were okay with this."
He raised his eyebrows and said, "Next time Uncle Jiu goes out to have fun, I will take you with him."
In Xiao Wei's eyes, Xiao Ci is a loser, and he disdains being associated with him, so he immediately refuses: "Uncle Lao Jiu is concerned about it. My nephew is not good at this. I just met an old friend and had a few words."
While the two men were talking, Song Qinghuan had already covered her face and ran out of the alley quickly. When she passed Xiao Ci, she paused, glanced sideways at him, and then disappeared.
Not far away, Liu Ping was waiting for Song Qinghuan. When he saw her coming out, he helped her get into the carriage and quickly went to the Hou Mansion.
After returning to Lanyue Pavilion, she freshened up and changed her clothes, then lay on the couch. Song Qinghuan's heart still couldn't calm down for a long time.
There are all kinds of complex emotions mixed in my heart, including my own and those of my original self.
Song Qinghuan told Liu Ping not to make any announcement about this matter, and no one in the government knew about it.
Walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms, I saw Song Qinghuan lying down so early today. He thought he was still feeling unwell from yesterday's wine, so he didn't bother him and only left a lamp on the corner of the couch.
When Xiao Ci came, it was already drizzling outside.
The windows and coffins open and close, and it's still a familiar door and a familiar road.
Song Qinghuan didn't put down the warm tent today. When she heard the sound, she hugged the quilt and sat up. The yellowish light shone on her face, which made her look a little tired.
Xiao Ci stood in the dark and glanced at her. For a moment, he couldn't figure out why he ran here in the rain.
But now that he was here, he had no reason to leave right away. He took a few steps forward and sat down politely on the small couch in front of the couch.
He arched his brows and smiled: "I thought you were fearless, but it turns out that's not the case."
"How can I not be afraid? My legs are weak from fear." Song Qinghuan put her head on her knees and sighed softly, her whole body filled with a sense of malaise.
She was really scared. In a situation like that, if the original person was impulsive and agreed to Xiao Weilai, what would happen in the future.
Xiao Ci didn't know what she was thinking, and thought that the little girl would be frightened when encountering such a thing, so he advised: "Just be more careful when going out in the future."
After a pause, he added: "Except for being with me at night, don't go out for ordinary things. I may not be able to make it in time every time something happens."
Song Qinghuan then raised his head to look at Xiao Ci, his eyes flickering: "Are you worried about me or your nephew?"
Xiao Ci was stunned for a moment and then laughed: "I'm worried about what you are doing. I'm worried about that kid Xiao Wei. He thinks he's so powerful, but he doesn't know that I'm going to the party late. He's probably going to become a cripple."
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Song Qinghuan then snorted: "You really have a clear mind."
How could it not be clear? When Xiao Ci arrived, she saw the shining silver needle and asked her to pull it in her hand.
Song Qinghuan added: "He said he wanted to marry me again in a big sedan chair."
