Xiao Ci looked at Song Qinghuan without saying a word, but saw her leaning back helplessly: "I almost agreed."
It’s not that she almost agreed, it’s the real Song Qinghuan.
Xiao Ci moved his mouth, got up and looked for a handkerchief in the room, sat back down again, wiped the rain off his body, and said casually: "What next?"
"What can happen next?" Song Qinghuan rolled his eyes: "I'm almost scared to death. If I marry him again, then I really have to poison him to escape."
What she said seemed inconsistent, but to Xiao Ci's ears, it meant the same thing.
He smiled and lowered his eyes: "This child was fine when he was young, but now that he is older, his mind has become heavy. Otherwise, he is someone worthy of being entrusted to him for the rest of his life."
Song Qinghuan pursed his lips, but did not answer. Xiao Ci was also Xiao Wei's uncle after all. Even if he was not close, he still had an uncle-nephew relationship. If there were too many bad words, he might not be willing to hear them.
He just sighed again, shrank into the bed like a loach, and lay down well, saying: "He said he would give me three days to think about it, and he also said that he could carry me in in a magnificent eight-carriage sedan.
, or use some dirty tricks to force me to submit, you say I..."
She turned over and lay on her side, supporting her head with her hands and looking at Xiao Ci: "What do you think I should do?"
It seemed like he was asking for ideas, but also like he was telling someone something.
Xiao Ci made her look funny, covered her face with the half-wet handkerchief, and said with a smile: "Put away your little thoughts, he can't even take care of himself now, how can he still have the time?"
Take care of you."
"Why?" When Song Qinghuan heard this, he immediately sat up again and felt that there was something in Xiao Ci's words.
But Xiao Ci didn't say anything, just smiled.
There was no definite answer on this matter, but Song Qinghuan took it to heart.
Although the next few days were the same as usual, they paid special attention to Xiao Wei's affairs.
She went out during the day and returned home early. She stayed there for three days but did not meet Xiao Wei again.
But there was not a word about him in the public. Even the Prince's Palace was quiet, and nothing happened.
After so many days, Song Qinghuan still had some doubts, as if the traffic jam that night was an illusion.
But now that things are busy, Song Qinghuan didn't take it to heart after worrying about it for two days.
The first batch of rouge gouache made by Niu Shun was sent over. Except for Zhang Yunwei from the Cheng'enbo Mansion next door who said a few words, there was no news from Chen Er.
I didn't wait for feedback on the rouge gouache, but I brought Mrs. Cheng Enbo.
Qibei Houfu and Chengenbofu lived next to each other, and they had some friendship in the early years. However, now that Chengenbofu is getting higher and higher, Qibeihoufu has become more and more declining, so there is less contact between them.
Mrs. Zhang deliberately promoted Zhang Yunwei and Wei Xiuming, and moved the flower party originally planned to be held when Zhang Yunwei moved to his new home to Uncle Chengen's residence.
Invitations have been sent out one after another in the past few days, and today I am here to deliver invitations to Xiao Yunshi.
Xiaoyun has never attended Lao Shizi's banquet since she reconciled with Song Qinghuan last year, and no one in Kyoto sent her any messages.
I was a little surprised when I received the post from Uncle Cheng'en's Mansion: "Sister Lao is thinking about it, so please rest assured that I will definitely go there that day."
After the post was sent, Mrs. Cheng Enbo's wife, Mrs. Yu, looked around again, chatting here and there, but did not mention any intention of leaving.
Xiaoyun understood and sent all the maids and women waiting in the room away, and then asked, "Madam, you have something to say."
Mrs. Yu didn't just have something to say, she pulled Xiao Yunshi with a smile on her face and said, "Good thing."
As he spoke, he told the story about Zhang Yunwei's cousin from the husband's family, and then said: "That child said he was burdened by fame in his early years, and that's why he was delayed."
"My child is a good boy. He is affectionate and righteous and does not follow the crowd. Although his family background is a little worse than that of the high-ranking families in Beijing, I think his character is quite good, so I shamelessly agreed to Mrs. Wei's request and came to your place."
Let me say a few words."
Mrs. Xiaoyun couldn't believe it. It had only been nearly half a month since the Zhu family broke off the engagement, and Mrs. Yu came to ask for Song Qinghuan on behalf of the Wei family. She was both happy and worried at the same time.
The good thing is that although Song Qinghuan is a harmonious person, he will not fall into the state of being ignored; the worrying thing is that Song Qinghuan's status is embarrassing now, and I don't know if the Wei family is afraid of it or not.
Mrs. Yu was a cheerful person. She saw Xiao Yun's worry and said with a smile: "Don't worry, just wait until people enter Beijing in a few days. Then call them over and take a closer look."
He added: "Qing Huan is a good kid, but it's a pity that he has experienced so much at such a young age. Now he looks more stable. The good days in the future are waiting for him."
Xiaoyun's heart was filled with excitement. The Song family was like this now. A high-ranking family would not dare to ask for help, and they were afraid of being bullied if they married too lowly. I heard that the Wei family was considered to be among the best in Lizhou, even though it was far away.
A little bit, but what are the advantages and disadvantages?
Song Qinghuan's life-long event was a thorn in Xiaoyun's heart. If she hadn't just left the Yiwang Palace and didn't dare to act too hastily, she would have wanted to write to the northwest to ask her mother if there was anyone she could choose.
Although this child was not born to me, I watched it grow up anyway, and it is my sister's flesh and blood, so I won't treat him lightly.
Xiaoyun thought for a while, but she didn't dare to speak too fully. After all, people from Lizhou didn't know the basics.
He just said: "That's fine, wait until we get to Beijing and take a closer look. If it's not bad, let the children take a look for themselves. If they look right, it will be a happy event."
When Mrs. Yu saw that the matter was done, she clapped her hands with joy and said, "When the time comes, I will shamelessly come to you to ask for a wedding drink."
Xiaoyun smiled and said: "Yes, yes."
After seeing off the Yu family, Xiaoyun family began to prepare for the flower banquet in mid-February.
Except for Song Qinghuan, Song Youyu and Song Qingyan, none of them have a place in the family. There must be a lot of people attending the flower banquet in Chengen's house. When the time comes, they will bring several children there. If there is a suitable family, there is no telling.
Since you are going to a banquet, you naturally can't be shabby, and your clothes and jewelry must be taken care of.
The two sets of new shirts I made during the Chinese New Year are not worth wearing to a banquet now. New ones have to be made in a hurry, and the shoes have to be rushed out. The jewelry is not bad.
When Xiao Yun thought about her children's marriage, she became energetic. She took out the keys and counted all the remaining money in the house. After counting, she sighed again.
Just now I was thinking of making two sets of clothes for several children, but now I'm afraid I can barely make one.
It is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. Xiaoyun was thinking about whether to let Song Wende pawn two more calligraphy and paintings.
But without thinking, Song Qinghuan sent a few pieces of clothing material.
