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Xu Qinghuan had a taste of how time flies, and celebrated the New Year happily, and the whole of Anyihou's mansion began to be busy with her marriage.
"Qing Huan, does this brocade look beautiful?"
Xu Qinghuan was dozing off and dreamed that she was secretly asking the embroiderer to help her with needlework. When she heard the sound, she was startled and knocked over the teacup on the low table.
Seeing this, Yingui immediately stepped forward to clean up.
The aunt of the Xu clan looked helpless. Qing Huan had investigated the case of King Jian's rebellion. Everyone knew that Qing Huan was smart. She came to Anyihou's Mansion to help arrange the marriage. I was afraid that she was not careful enough, in case she missed something. Could it be that he wanted to lose face in front of the juniors, but he didn't expect that there was a big gap between reality and imagination. Qing Huan didn't think about the things in the house at all. When it came to needlework and embroidery, Qing Huan looked listless. Fell asleep.
Could it be that hearing is believing is believing?
Fortunately, before this, Qing Huan had saved up two large boxes of needlework, otherwise the Song family would have made a joke.
"These days, don't rush to needlework at night, you'd better have a good rest," Xu's aunt said, "After you marry into your husband's house, there are still many things you need to deal with. Such spirit will suffer."
"What Madam said," Yingui hurriedly said, "Missy is exhausted, and her eyes were red from doing needlework a few days ago."
Yin Gui felt blushed when he started to say these words, but now he is very fluent, and if he tells too many lies, it seems to become true.
Xu Qinghuan lowered her eyes halfway, her face was full of exhaustion, her eyes glanced at the brocade brought by her aunt, her aunt really thought highly of her, these brocades were used to make needlework for her, she could not do it in two lifetimes, and she didn't want to try to cope with it , she was too late to cry.
Aunt Xu's family could only nod her head when she heard this, "Forget it, I'll ask the women in the family to help me make some, that is, small things like purses, so that they can be used as gifts when I go to my husband's house in the future, or else I will make them on the day of marriage." What should the female relatives who are going to the banquet do?"
Xu Qinghuan nodded, even if she is not afraid, there are still many ladies in the clan who have not discussed marriage, so they can only help the female family members of the clan.
Having said that, I don't know if the middle coat and outer robe she made for Song Chengxuan fit well.
Thinking of this, Xu Qinghuan looked at Yingui and Fengchu. These two girls were really bad. She made the clothes for them to show.
The aunt in the family finally went out, and Xu Qinghuan wanted to get up and go out to relax.
"Miss," Yingui reminded, "there are quite a few female family members in the house. You may meet a few more when you go to the garden. I'm afraid there will be more work on your hands." Before getting married, you must be in the house Preparing the dowry, wandering around like a young lady will make people feel too leisurely.
Xu Qinghuan sighed, it seems that these days he can only hide in his room and read a book.
Thinking about it, she raised her eyes to look at the furnishings in the room, and half of them were carried to the Song family. In fact, according to the custom, all the objects used in her boudoir should be taken there. It was the old lady Song who said: "It's done!" We will leave the capital after we get married, so it's better to leave all these things in Huan'er's room, and the young couple don't have to go anywhere when they return to Beijing, wouldn't it be more convenient to live in Anyihou's mansion."
Grandmother is naturally willing to do so, and mother is even more eager for her to live in her natal family. Since the Song parents have said so, naturally they happily agreed.
"It's good to leave everything behind," Xu Qinghuan said, "If he treats me badly, I'll move back in." In the previous life, I was wronged in the Li family and there was no place to hide, even because of Miss Yu San , came out of Li's house overnight, and the carriage drove halfway, but she didn't know where to go to complain.
This life is different, there are people who support her.
Yin Gui had just had some free time, so she took a sip of water, and when she heard what the eldest lady said, the water in her mouth suddenly drank too much, causing her to cough.
Missy, haven't you seen it yet? Master Song always wanted to keep the young lady by his side, and wanted to go back to her mother's house by herself, but I'm afraidit's not easy
Song Chengxuan is trying on clothes in the room.
The middle coat made before was too small, but now this one seems to be extra wide, and the top is like a robe, wrapping around his body to hide his heroic figure.
Song Chengxuan stood there without changing his expression, looking at his own shadow in the bronze mirror.
"My lord," Yong Ye came in and said, "Is it possible that Miss Xu thinks that you are not tall enough? How can you change the clothes? It's still the same It doesn't look like it was made for you."
Song Chengxuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and Yong Ye immediately closed his mouth.
"Get up at three o'clock every day, and follow me out to practice riding and archery."
Yong Ye's face immediately turned livid: "My lord, I took a closer look, and I think it's pretty good, my lord, and the clothes fit me very well."
While talking, I only heard Zhang Zhenren's voice from outside.
"Young master, we are back."
Yong Ye's eyes lit up, and he walked out of the room like a gust of wind.
Zhang Zhenren¡¯s face was full of joy. The few of them hurried back to Beijing before the son and Miss Xu got married. The fighting in Fengyang has subsided. Although there are still a small number of rebels, the local guard will slowly Moreover, the number of soldiers and horses in the imperial court gradually increased, and they did not have the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.
However, half of the armor of the rebel army went into Dongnan's pockets. Thinking of this, Zhenren Zhang was very satisfied.
The one who entered the door together with Zhang Zhenren was Anyihou Shizi, who had lived in Fengyang for a year, and Xu Qing'an's eyes were brighter at this time, standing there with his head up high, a bit arrogant.
Seeing Song Chengxuan pacing out the door, Xu Qingan immediately stepped forward. This black-faced man was about to become his brother-in-law. Although he was unwilling in every possible way, thinking about himself as an uncle he had a feeling in his heart, It seems that Song Chengxuan is getting more immature, and he is naturally more heroic, almost surpassing Song Chengxuan by far.
After he entered Beijing, he didn't even set foot in the house, and came here directly, just wanting to experience a different feeling.
Song Chengxuan glanced at Xu Qingan.
Xu Qing'an's arm moved slightly. These days he had learned a lot from fighting the rebels, and he said that he was very proficient in using the sleeve arrow on his arm.
Just as Xu Qingan moved his sleeves, half of his arm was suddenly pressed down by a strong force, Xu Qingan's face flushed immediately, he raised his head to look into Song Chengxuan's dark eyes, and then Xu Qinghuan's sleeves were lifted to reveal There are exquisite sleeve arrows inside.
Song Chengxuan said indifferently: "Who is hiding this thing to plot against? These flashy things are useless, it is better to practice your fists and feet more solidly."
Xu Qing'an immediately shrank his head, like a defeated rooster. If he had known it earlier, he would have come here without enthusiasm.
Next time he will definitely make the black-faced guy look good.
"Master Song, get ready, my Xu family's door is not so easy to enter." Xu Qing'an's eyes lit up and he remembered the two-day wedding reception, and he wanted to show Song Chengxuan the skills of dudes in Beijing. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com