Pei Yan was stunned when he heard this.
Huanhuan wants a child...
He lowered his eyes to think for a moment, and a smile gradually appeared in Pei Yan's dark eyes. He curled his lips and said, "In that case, I will listen to you, my lady."
"But this matter is not urgent. The most important thing now is to take care of my wife's health."
At this point, Pei Yan seemed to recall something and asked with a stern face, "Did my wife not take her medicine today?"
"Hmm..." Song Huan laughed dryly and said softly, "I ate once this morning."
She claims to be a mature and steady person, but mature and steady people are also afraid of hardship.
It’s okay if you only eat twice every three days, you can get through it if you endure it.
But eating this for a whole year, two meals a day, without skipping a single meal, who could stand it...
Song Huan smiled at Pei Yan with his eyes curved. He tugged at his sleeves with both hands, fiddling with them intermittently, and asked tentatively, "Can we not eat tonight?"
Pei Yan lowered his eyes and couldn't help laughing at the wrinkled clothes.
In the past, the people in Pei Hou's mansion were all men, and they were all rough and uncouth. Even if they found the medicine bitter, they would not lose face and ask for candied fruit.
He is also a person who is used to taking bitter medicine because he gets injured every other day.
To him, taking medicine is like drinking water, there is no difference between the two.
But Huanhuan is different from them.
Pei Yan pursed his lips and said, "Madam, are you afraid of bitterness? When Pei Xi comes, I'll ask him to buy some candied fruit. After drinking the medicine, hold a piece of candied fruit in your mouth, and the bitterness will be gone."
Song Huan: “…” Nonsense.
Before eating candied fruit, the medicine still tastes bitter.
"Husband, I will drink today's medicine."
Song Huan rolled his eyes, and another idea popped up in his mind, "But taking care of your body doesn't necessarily require taking bitter medicine."
"Oh, really?"
Pei Yan chuckled, "What do you think, my lady?"
Song Huan curved his lips and said, "You can eat medicinal food. It's a tonic, delicious and not bitter."
"...That's feasible." Pei Yan pondered and said, "There seems to be a doctor in the army who is good at this. Tomorrow I will ask Pei Shen to bring him to the palace."
Song Huan's eyes lit up when he heard that. He agreed so easily?
She leaned over and quickly kissed Pei Yan on the cheek, "Reward."
Pei Yan's face flushed slightly, but a light flashed in his eyes, "Madam, this reward is not enough."
"Not enough?" Song Huan shook her chin. "Husband, one should not be too greedy."
Watching her red lips opening and closing, Pei Yan's eyes tightened. Wait a little longer. He didn't have that thing in his hand yet...
His eyes flickered, and without saying a word, Pei Yan suddenly pulled Song Huan into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her lips... and bit them.
Song Huan: "..." with mixed feelings.
She really wanted to ask if this guy was born in the year of the dog...
That night, Pei Yan tormented Song Huan for a long time.
Although he didn't take the last step, Song Huan was still very tired and didn't wake up until dawn the next day.
When she stood up, the bed beside her was empty again.
Song Huan felt an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart. Pei Yan... left without telling her.
But this guy has made some progress. At least today he knew to ask Pei Xi to tell her that he would be back for dinner in the evening.
After breakfast, Song Huan returned to her room. She went into the small study to write and draw, and stayed there for the whole morning until Jin Yue called her for lunch.
"Ask the kitchen staff to bring it to the study." Song Huan didn't even raise his head, and continued to move the pen in his hand on the paper.
Jin Yue took a look and could only see densely packed words written on it.
She frowned, said nothing, lowered her head and walked out.
However, after Song Huan finished his lunch, Jin Yue kept glancing in Song Huan's direction, as if she wanted to say something to Song Huan but didn't dare to.
At first, Song Huan was concentrating on writing and did not notice Jin Yue's abnormality.
But Jin Yue would steal a glance at her from time to time, and after a long time, it was hard for her not to notice.
Putting down the brush temporarily, Song Huan looked up at her and asked, "How is Guard Pei Chen?"
In the fight at Shengyuan Teahouse yesterday, Pei Shen, Jin Liu, Qin Shi and the others were only slightly injured. Only Pei Chen was more seriously injured than the others, as his hands and feet were cut by a thin knife.
Although his life is not in danger, he will have to lie down for more than a month to recuperate.
Song Huan roughly understood that this incident was probably the "eraser" of time, which wanted to erase Pei Chen's life as well.
"He, he needs to recover from his injuries."
Jin Yue blushed, "Madam, this servant...this servant has an unreasonable request."
Song Huan smiled faintly: "Want to take care of Pei Chen?"
"No... no, Madam." Jin Yue bit her lip, "This servant... I want Madam to ask the Marquis for a favor."
Song Huan suppressed his smile and asked, "What do you want?"
Jin Yue took a deep breath and clenched the handkerchief tightly. "Madam, the doctor said Pei Chen's right hand has injured the tendons and veins. It will be difficult for him to wield a sword again in the future... Could you please ask the Marquis to let Pei Chen change his job?"
"Change job? What does Pei Chen mean?" Song Huan asked Jin Yue.
Jin Yue shook her head, "It was this servant who wanted to help him."
Song Huan sighed softly, "Jinyue, you should first ask Pei Chen what he means, and then tell me."
Jin Yue loosened her hand holding the handkerchief, "If Pei Chen is willing, Madam..."
"If he's willing, I don't think I need to say anything more."
Song Huan stood up and walked to Jin Yue, smiling at her, "The Marquis will give him a new job."
Jin Yue's expression relaxed, "Thank you, ma'am."
Song Huan smiled helplessly: "Jinyue, don't be so happy yet. Guard Pei Chen may not be willing to change his job."
Jin Yue paused, a hint of melancholy in her almond-shaped eyes.
But that thought quickly dissipated, and she said firmly: "Madam, I know what Pei Chen is thinking."
"But I still want to give it a try, just in case... he's willing."
Song Huan nodded, "That makes sense."
"So are you going to find Guard Pei Chen now?"
"Can I go now?" Jin Yue asked Song Huan cautiously.
Song Huan: "...Go ahead."
She is not Pei Yan, why should this girl be afraid of her!
"Thank you, Madam." Jin Yue's face lit up with joy. She bowed, turned around and left the study.
After a while, little Jinle was called into the study by Jinyue to serve him in a miserable state.
"Madam." She knocked on the door and walked in after hearing Song Huan's response.
Seeing little Jinle, Song Huan thought of Cui Yuning. Thinking of Cui Yuning, she looked at the pages of paper in the study, her brows furrowed, "Jinle, do you have a fire starter?"
Jinle didn't have it on her, but she knew where the tinderbox was.
She trotted out of the study and soon returned with a tinderbox.
Song Huan lit a candle and burned all the pages he had written with great difficulty.
Jinle didn't know many characters, but she was forced by Jinyue to practice calligraphy every day. She knew how tiring it was to write. Seeing her wife burning beautiful handwriting one by one, she couldn't help but feel distressed. "Madam, what did you write? Why did you burn it?"
If the lady doesn't want it, she can give it to her. She can also fill in the gaps when her sister wants big words...
Facing Jinle, Song Huan remained calm and said, "It's too ugly to read."
Jinle: “…” I want to cry.
Madam is a bully.
After burning all the writings, Song Huan stood up and walked to the desk, picked up the papers stained with ink and burned them together.
Then he said to Jinle, "Where is the little girl you brought back yesterday? Take me to see her."
The author has something to say: Thank you to the little angels who cast the tyrant votes or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~ Thank you to the little angels who cast [mines]: Chang'an Street, Natsume's Book of Friends, BB Nian Nian Nian 1; Thank you to the little angels who irrigated [nutrient solution]:
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