Chapter 27 Fateful Meeting
This bitch, how dare she go further.
"Then I'd better stay at home." Song Ci said straightforwardly.
Everyone was a little surprised. Did she really not want to go? After all, showing up at the banquet would make marriage plans much easier in the future.
Song Ying sneered and lowered her voice, "Pretending."
Song Ci ignored her. She finally understood that Song Rouxi was up to no good. Since she was going to do something bad, she had to collect some interest in advance.
"I...I have some new hairpins that my mother bought for me in my room. If you like them, you can take them." Song Rouxi said this almost through gritting her teeth. She liked those new jewellery very much and had never worn them before.
"Big sister is still the best. Your things must be good and I will definitely like them." Song Ci agreed without hesitation.
Old Mrs. Song was so angry that she was fuming. This little bitch must have done it on purpose!
Back in the third room, Song Lao San looked at his daughter hesitantly, wanting to say something.
"Dad, what do you want to say?"
"You seem different these days..."
"Dad, what do you think I should do? Just tolerate or just remain silent? Dad has done a lot for the Song family over the years, but they have never taken us seriously." Song Ci looked straight at Song Lao San with clear eyes.
Song Laosan was about to say that they were all family and shouldn't care too much, but when he met his daughter's aggrieved look, he couldn't say anything.
Mom and my brothers...seem to be too partial.
"Xiao Ci, since you want to do this, then do it. Daddy won't blame you." Song Lao San thought for a long time and finally uttered a few words.
Song Ci knew that for him, as a father, to be able to achieve this was already an improvement.
If it were in the past, no matter how much my father loved me, if I angered my grandmother, he would force me to apologize and admit my mistake.
Qiao Xianglan tugged at her handkerchief and asked, "Xiaoci, don't you like the clothes mother made?"
"Mom." Song Ci took her hand and said, "I like it. I'm just not convinced that all the good things belong to them."
No matter what her daughter wants to do, Qiao Xianglan just wants to know that her daughter doesn't dislike the clothes she makes.
In the blink of an eye, the day of the flower viewing banquet arrived.
Song Rouxi was wearing a pink dress, looking gentle and dignified, with a little makeup on her face, and red lips and white teeth.
Song Ying is not as pretty as her, but she is also a beautiful girl.
It wasn't until she saw Song Ci that a flash of disgust flashed across Old Lady Song's eyes.
How could she not notice that this little bitch was actually so good-looking? Even if she didn't want to admit it, she could see that Song Ci, after a little makeup, was surprisingly good-looking, even better than Song Rouxi, especially her pair of misty eyes, which made people feel pity.
She wore a pair of fine rubies on her delicate earlobes, which made her skin look even whiter.
"Song Ying, Song Ci, take good care of your sister along the way. She is not in good health. If anything happens to her, I will not forgive you!" Old Mrs. Song scolded.
Song Ying agreed readily.
Song Dynasty porcelain has no comment.
Old Lady Song was unhappy. "I'm talking to you, but you're acting like a mute! Your personality is completely different from your elder sister's."
"Grandma, don't be angry. It's getting late, let's go first." Song Rouxi said.
Old Lady Song regained her loving smile and said, "Okay, okay, go and come back soon."
When I went out, I saw a horse-drawn carriage and a...donkey cart parked at the door.
The horse carriage was tall, while the donkey cart was simple, old and dusty.
"This carriage is not big and looks like it can only seat two people." Song Rouxi looked embarrassed.
"Of course my elder sister and I will sit together. Song Ci, you can take the donkey cart." Song Ying had bad intentions.
Wanxiang glared and said, "We can still have room in this carriage if we squeeze in, but why let my young lady ride in a donkey cart!" As she said this, she pointed angrily at the skinny little donkey.
Song Ying sneered, "If we all squeeze together, won't our skirts get wrinkled? Do you want others to laugh at us?"
"You clearly did this on purpose!"
"Wanxiang." Song Ci continued, "Then the eldest sister and the second sister can go first. I will be there soon."
Watching the carriage slowly leave, Wanxiang stamped her feet in anger.
"Miss, they did it on purpose. Why did you just let them go?"
"Since they are so sincere, there is no point in us saying anything. Besides, it's just a donkey cart, what's wrong with sitting on it?" After Song Ci finished speaking, she lifted her skirt and stepped forward.
“Crunch.”
"Squeaky."
Along the way, the creaking sound of the donkey cart attracted everyone's attention.
People passing by would sneer from time to time.
Wanxiang slammed the curtain angrily, "Damn it!" Her cheeks were puffed up with anger, making her look like a meat bun.
"Don't be angry anymore. If you get angry any longer, you'll turn into a meat bun."
"Miss, you still have the mood to make fun of me, the servants. Everyone is laughing at us."
"It's not like I'll lose a piece of flesh if I smile, or lose a tael of silver, it's no big deal."
result.
"Clack!"
With a shake, the whole donkey cart tilted to one side.
The wheels wobbled and rolled a long way.
Wanxiang hurriedly supported Song Ci, and both of them were not injured.
"Miss Third, the wheel of this donkey cart is broken. I'm afraid you'll have to get off and find a way." The driver shouted through the curtain.
"I see."
Song Ci walked down and looked around. Just as he was thinking of just walking there, he heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance.
An idea struck her, and she coughed lightly before stepping forward. "Excuse me, whose carriage it is? Could you give us a ride? I would be very grateful."
The carriage stopped steadily in front of her.
The tall horse in front of the carriage neighed, its hooves kicking up a cloud of dust. The young man driving the horse glanced at the curtain and said, "Sir, someone is stopping the carriage."
"Who is it?"
A Lin curled his lips and said that this young master might be better than an actor in acting.
"I am Song Ci, the third daughter of the Song family. Sir, could you please give us a ride? My horse... my donkey cart is broken."
A slender white hand opened the curtain, letting in sunlight. A man holding a book in the carriage looked at Song Ci quietly.
A faint fragrance wafts across your face.
Spices are often sweet, but this fragrance is different. It is like the white snow covering the branches of plum blossoms in winter, with a subtle fragrance floating in the air, which is cool and noble.
Song Ci took a look at the man in front of him and felt that he was like a god.
He was wearing a white robe with wide sleeves, and the hem of the robe spread on the ground looked like a blooming white lotus.
The light inside the carriage was dim and it was difficult to see clearly, but Song Ci keenly realized that this person was examining him.
After a while, he slowly spoke, his voice as clear as jade, "Come in."
Song Ci thanked her and immediately took Wanxiang into the carriage.
After sitting down, Song Ci spoke again: "May I ask your name, sir? I will thank you in the future."
The man pondered for a moment, "Pei Ji."
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