Chapter 8 Chapter 8 What if this girl gets disfigured...
The next morning, Song Siyun was awakened by a creaking noise.
At first, I thought Gu Yanzhou was going to court, and thought it would be over in a while, so I simply turned over and covered myself with the quilt to continue sleeping.
I don’t know how long it took, and I don’t know if I woke up because of the heat or the stuffiness, but I woke up anyway.
I suddenly threw back the quilt, and my face felt incredibly sticky, my hair was damp and uncomfortable, and my ears were filled with a constant creaking noise.
Song Siyun couldn't hold it in any longer and exploded with anger, "Who's making noise so early in the morning? Cuiyu, get them out!"
Cui Yu hesitated for a long time before she timidly said, "Girl, I can't drive her away..."
After hesitating for a while, he continued, "My uncle's men are watching us. They went there earlier and can't be driven away."
Hearing this, Song Siyun closed his eyes helplessly and lifted the quilt irritably, "I'll go take a look."
She put on her coat and went out without putting on her makeup.
In the courtyard, Ling Feng was sitting under the shade of a tree, watching the craftsmen work. He spotted Cui Yu from a distance and said without even looking up, "Don't rush me. This is the master's order, and I can't make the decision. Sister Cui Yu, you should go back."
"Oh, then where is your master? I'll go find him."
A different sound?
Ling Feng looked up and met Song Siyun's smiling almond-shaped eyes, but why did the curve of her eyes look a little cold?
It was a hot day, and Ling Feng rubbed his arms unconsciously. He looked up at the time and said awkwardly, "At this time, the master should be returning home from the morning court and having dinner in the Ancient Flavor Hall."
Having gotten what he wanted, Song Siyun no longer hesitated and turned around to walk towards the Guwei Hall.
It is better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. When she arrived, she ran into Gu Yanzhou, who was wearing a purple court robe with a black collar and a goldfish bag on his waist.
Compared with the elegant white, Song Siyun actually always felt that he was more suitable for dark colors such as black and purple.
His features were sharp, but the corners of his mouth were soft. Although he looked good in white, it still felt strangely out of place. Now that I saw him in court robes, I understood where that awkwardness came from.
"It suits you very well." Song Siyun looked her up and down for a long time and praised sincerely.
It was rare to hear her say something nice, so Gu Yanzhou was surprised. Just as he was about to speak, he heard her puffing out her cheeks and questioning, "What are you doing in the courtyard again? You're disturbing my sweet dreams so early in the morning with all the noise! Can't you just let them do it right now?"
He said this with his hands on his hips, obviously annoyed.
Gu Yanzhou lowered his eyes and looked at someone who was so angry that his brows were furrowed like a mountain, and a laugh escaped from his throat for no reason.
Facing her puzzled gaze, Gu Yanzhou raised his finger and poked her a little further away. As he stepped into the hall, he said leisurely, "No."
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Song Siyun stood at the door and endured it again and again before he put his expression into order and forced a smile to meet Yu Nanzhi's warm smile.
After breakfast, she really didn't want to stay in the same room with Gu Yanzhou anymore, so she simply took Cuiyu Quemei to Yun Mansion.
As soon as she entered the room, she was met with a mocking smile: "When the winter snow came, I thought she was lying to me. How could someone who can't live without a basin of ice every summer be willing to leave the house today?"
"Stop talking." Song Siyun sat down beside her, fanning himself with a round fan, his voice drooping. "I really don't want to see that bastard Gu Yanzhou! You don't know, he's even started demolishing the yard to prevent me from sleeping in!"
Raising his hand to hand the round fan to Cuiyu, Song Siyun complained a lot, and then he saw his friend tinkering with the jade mortar, with a row of small plates on the table.
One glance and you'll know what she's doing.
She lowered her eyes to look at her fingertips, which were still the same bright red she had dyed on her wedding day. Looking at them now, she felt an inexplicable irritation in her heart.
"Mix one for me too. My nails are making me angry just looking at them."
Yun Wanqiao looked up and quickly glanced at her red nails. She couldn't help but joked, "No, red looks good and festive~"
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw her friend clench her fist and pretend to hit her, "You are making fun of me too!"
Seeing that she was about to explode, Yun Wanqiao didn't dare tease her anymore. She quickly pressed down her clenched fist and coaxed her, "I'll mix it for you, but you have to wash the color off your nails first."
"Qiuchan, bring me some almond oil."
After a while, Qiu Chan, dressed in an apricot-colored dress, came in carrying a copper basin. Seeing this, Que Mei hurriedly moved a low stool and placed it in front of Song Siyun. Qiu Chan nodded and smiled at her, then squatted down in front of Song Siyun, "Miss, hand."
Song Siyun raised his hand and placed it in her palm, letting her help wash off the nail polish, but his eyes were always on the table, and his mouth was not idle either, sometimes asking this one to add a little more, sometimes asking that another to put a little less.
Yun Wanqiao, who was working on the project, grew impatient after nagging for a while. She threw down her jade mortar and said, "Come on, do it yourself. I simply can't mix the color you want."
Seeing that she was really annoyed, Song Siyun quickly softened his voice and acted coquettishly, no longer teasing her, "Don't, good Qiaoqiao~ I won't say anything, you can adjust it. I like everything Qiaoqiao adjusts~"
"That's better." He picked up the jade mortar again.
"I knew Qiaoqiao was the best!" Song Siyun tilted his head and winked at her, and she rolled her eyes before he stopped.
After a while, the nails were clean.
The two of them lay on the chaise longue, with the maid helping them dye their nail polish and chatting casually.
Suddenly they started talking about spending the summer at the Royal Villa seven days later.
Yun Wanqiao asked her if she wanted to go.
But she had never heard Gu Yanzhou mention it, so she said that if the Gu family followed her, she would definitely go.
It takes some time to dye the nails with nail polish. First, apply the prepared juice on the nails and wrap them with cloth for four hours before coloring. If you want a darker color, just repeat.
Fortunately, Song Siyun likes light colors, otherwise he would not be able to go home tonight.
She was also thinking of asking about the Royal Villa for summer vacation.
It was already late afternoon when he finished dyeing. Seeing his friend sleeping on the chaise longue, Song Siyun woke her up and said, "It's getting late. I'm going home."
Seeing her confused face after he finished speaking, he pressed her forehead against his and said, "Go to sleep, I just want to tell you something."
After saying that, he left, leaving Yun Wanqiao alone blinking in confusion.
She had just woken up and her mind was still unclear. By the time she came to her senses, the person had already left for a long time.
Despite this, she still wanted to curse: "Are you sick?"
Qiu Chan, who was helping with nail painting, smiled secretly, and Dong Xue, who was preparing to eat, couldn't help but curl her lips.
Over there, Song Siyun got on the carriage early in the morning.
She opened the curtains and, in the setting sun, admired the new color of her nails. It was a very light pink with a hint of orange, and it shone brightly in the sunlight. Because she had dyed it so light, her nails were surprisingly clear.
No matter how you look at it, you will be satisfied.
The good mood lasted all the way.
When I returned to Ruixue Pavilion and didn't see Gu Yanzhou, I felt even happier.
Just as she was about to go back to her room, Que Mei beside her suddenly grabbed her and exclaimed, "Girl, look!"
Looking in the direction of her finger...
For a moment, Song Siyun was also stunned, "This is..."
She walked over there hesitantly, looked at this object that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar, and her face was filled with joy as she sat on it.
Cui Yu, standing by, also covered her lips and exclaimed in surprise, "This is exactly the same swing as the one in the girls' courtyard!"
After a short pause, he understood again. With a faint smile, he and Quemei walked around behind him, pushing and teasing him, "Sir, you are really thoughtful. You can make it after only seeing it once."
"Yes!" Quemei also agreed, "The uncle really cares about the young lady."
Song Siyun listened silently without saying anything, and just asked them to push it higher.
As soon as Gu Yanzhou walked out of the study, he heard a burst of laughter.
Following the sound, they saw Song Siyun and his two servants.
Song Siyun and Cuiyu sat on the swing, and Quemei pushed it from behind. In the end, the two of them complained that it was not high enough and said that she was not strong enough.
Perhaps she was really disgusted, so Cui Yu jumped down and asked Que Mei to go up and push it herself.
She was obviously bored, and soon she was teased by several people.
While they were playing, Song Siyun jumped down and asked the two of them to go up, and they did not refuse.
Behind the swing, Song Siyun gathered all his strength but didn't push it.
She looked up blankly, and when she saw that neither of them cared, she quietly shrank her neck, rolled up her sleeves, and tried again!
Still motionless.
The two people on the swing seemed to come to their senses.
I don't know what they said to each other, I just saw them laughing and about to come down, but were pushed back by the unconvinced little man.
After the two of them sat down, she walked around to the back of the swing with a proud look on her face.
What a stubborn person.
After looking for a long time, Gu Yanzhou could only come to this conclusion.
I felt an inexplicable sense of relief in my heart, and then I walked over.
On the other side, Song Siyun was trying his best to prove to Cuiyu Quemei that he had plenty of strength.
Take a deep breath, hold it, and push hard!
Move!
Cuiyu and Quemei exclaimed in delight on the swing. As it slowly lowered, they praised in unison, "You girl are amazing! Even better than Cuiyu and Quemei!"
"Of course, I have the strength and means." Song Siyun crossed her arms and raised her head, feeling quite complacent.
But she didn't hear their next words for a long time. She opened her eyes and saw the two of them standing straight, staring at her with horror. "Son-in-law."
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Song Siyun was startled and turned around hesitantly. Seeing Gu Yanzhou so close, he was stunned and stepped back repeatedly to steady himself.
His eyes wandered for a while before he said, "Thank you."
Knowing what she was talking about, Gu Yanzhou lowered his eyes and teased with a hidden sarcasm: "Now you don't blame me for disturbing your sweet dream?"
"That's two different things." Song Siyun turned his head away and said stubbornly, then curled his lips and muttered, "Anyway, I won't forgive you."
Her voice was not loud, but Gu Yanzhou had excellent hearing.
His gaze lingered on her for a moment, then fell on the swing behind her. "Ah Yun, if I help you push the swing, might you forgive me a little?"
The person in front of me finally looked at me straight in the eye.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and then she hummed softly, turned around and walked towards the swing. After sitting down, she pulled Cuiyu Quemei up.
After the three of them were seated, the girl in the night tilted her head and said, "It depends on your performance."
As he spoke, he hit the side rope with his fingertips.
The meaning is self-evident.
Gu Yanzhou understood and stepped forward.
He has great strength.
Even if there are three people sitting on the swing, it is effortless.
After realizing this, Song Siyun simply started having fun.
I just kept urging him to go higher.
As she urged it on, the swing flew higher and higher, and finally it circled around the pole.
Song Siyun was startled and shouted to stop.
Gu Yanzhou narrowed his eyes and smiled, watching her scream as she flew back from his sight.
A strand of black hair brushed across her face, landing on her lips, causing a slight tingle. Something soft seemed to brush past her ear, but before she could catch it, it was gone.
Only a few red marks were left on the collar.
What's this?
Before he could figure it out, he heard a roar in his ears: "Gu Yanzhou!"
He raised his eyes reluctantly and saw Song Siyun.
No, it was Song Siyun who was covering the ulcer between his lips.
"You have so much brute force but nowhere to use it, right?"
Song Siyun spread her hands, pointed at the ulcer between her lips, put her finger to his eyes, and questioned: "I asked you to push the swing, and you want to kill me! What if I get disfigured? Will you marry me?!"
His sight slowly fell on the girl's red lips...
After a while, he smiled and said, "Aren't you already married?"
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