Chapter 6 If Qingtong
Qingwu got up very early today. In order not to embarrass her husband, she specially picked out her clothes. She wore a light jacket, a pink and white skirt, and a double-breasted outer garment with peach blossom pink embroidery. She also carefully put on makeup.
After putting on makeup, the two maids were full of praise.
"Let me see, the beauty of Shanglin Garden is not as good as your beauty."
"Yes, my dear will be amazed when he sees it later."
Looking at Hua Yan in the mirror, Qing Wu pursed her lips and smiled. She couldn't help but let her imagination run wild along with Bao Zhu's words. She said angrily, "Don't say too much. I'm afraid my husband has been waiting for a long time."
After leaving the inner room, Qingwu waited under the peach tree in the courtyard. He felt a little uneasy again, and the fingers crossed on his abdomen couldn't help but twist together slightly.
The marriage consummation failed last night. Although it was explained as the inconvenience of traveling today, the atmosphere was interrupted and some unspoken awkwardness arose between the two.
But the beauty is in her youth and has no idea how extraordinary her appearance is. Under the newly blooming peach tree, the beauty has a frown on her brows, her figure is graceful, and her face is more beautiful than flowers, like a fairy or goddess.
As soon as Song Yunhe came out of the wing room, he saw this beautiful scene. He subconsciously stepped forward. When he came to his senses, his hand had already stretched out. He immediately wanted to retract it, but it was too late.
Seeing her husband extend his hand, Qingwu felt relieved and hurriedly put her hand into his palm, even her voice became a little lighter.
"My dear, let's go."
She smiled happily, and her phoenix eyes turned into crescents. Song Yunhe looked at the person in front of him steadily, and the word "good" came out of his mouth unconsciously.
When he regained consciousness, he had already pulled the pair of flexible hands, different from Qingtong's, into the carriage. The beauty beside him was smiling and asking:
"I wonder what Liang Di brought me yesterday? Could it be some treasure that she won't even show me?"
Song Yunhe's body suddenly stiffened, his Adam's apple sliding up and down before he reluctantly replied, "It's just a good inkstone..."
While he explained this, his other hand quietly touched the sachet tied around his waist.
Looking at the smile on Qingwu's face, which was three times brighter than the spring scenery, Song Yunhe couldn't help but think of the sad look on another similar face.
Feeling the fine embroidery stitches again, Song Yunhe couldn't help but feel a deep sense of guilt.
Tong'er is not given the Crown Prince's attention in the Eastern Palace and is depressed all day long. How can he be so gentle to Qingwu?
Thinking of this, Song Yunhe's heart turned cold again, and he said calmly: "I thought Madam had no feelings about this, so I didn't mention it."
He looked straight ahead, deliberately not looking at Qingwu again, and naturally did not notice the smile on the beauty's face gradually disappearing. Qingwu also turned around and straightened up. She lowered her head and looked at her hands, revealing a bitter smile for a moment.
...No feelings towards this art? Three months into our marriage, and you still don't know she's best at calligraphy?
Ever since she could remember, she had been learning to recognize medicines and words with her grandmother. Her grandmother said that it was okay if her handwriting was not good, but it had to be clear and neat so that patients could get their medicine according to the prescription. Therefore, her handwriting was very neat.
After returning to the Xi family, she was despised by Mrs. Zheng for having no talent, so she devoted herself to practicing calligraphy for three years by looking at the calligraphy of famous people. Her writing had a certain style and was worthy of being presented.
If she didn't read poetry, songs, or play the piano or chess, that would be fine, but if she had no interest in calligraphy, then... she had never paid the slightest attention to him.
Thinking of this, the joy and anticipation that had just arisen in Qingwu's heart in the past few days faded away little by little, and he no longer had the heart to speak.
The two of them were silent all the way. About an hour later, the carriage stopped. Qingwu waited quietly for the servants and maids outside to make arrangements, but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement. Finally, she couldn't help but lift the curtain and look out.
In February, all things come to life.
The tender leaves on the branches of the ancient trees outside Shanglin Garden had just begun to unfold, growing together in clusters, as if covered with a layer of green gauze wrinkled by the wind. This sight was refreshing to her, and her depressed mood was somewhat relieved.
Looking down, they saw mighty guards in golden armor standing on both sides, and luxury cars and horses were passing in an endless stream in the middle of the road, and they were one of them.
However, unlike those luxurious carriages, servants came to pick them up as soon as they stopped, while his carriage had been stationary for a long time and no one had paid any attention to it.
Song Yunhe couldn't help but ask Zhegui to come forward and ask. After a while, Zhegui came back with his head down, hesitating and not daring to speak.
"What did he say?"
"Master... that person said they were short on manpower and needed the carriages of the noble families... so we should wait a little longer."
This statement was surprising but also expected. People are accustomed to flattering the powerful and looking down on the weak. Today's banquet at Shanglin Garden was attended by many nobles. Even though Song Yunhe was a future Jinshi, he had not passed the palace examination after all, so he was quite common among the guests.
Qingwu didn't think it was a big deal. The imperial carriages were constantly coming and going, and it was indeed very busy. They were not royal nobles, and there was nothing urgent, so they just had to wait.
Unexpectedly, Song Yunhe's face darkened instantly, and his hands, which had been placed on his knees, clenched tightly. He said with difficulty: "If it weren't for my father's accidental death..."
Qingwu knew what he meant. If his father, an official, had not passed away, he would not have fallen into a poor family and suffered such cold treatment now.
Every time this happened, Qingwu would feel that he was too sensitive. There were other carriages like theirs parked around without anyone pulling them, and they were just one of them.
But as a wife, she couldn't blame him and had to comfort him. She thought for a moment and said, "My dear, you are reading the books of sages and fighting for the principles of the world. You don't need to worry about them..."
Looking at the servants in the distance who were kneeling and picking up rewards from the ground, most of them had old faces and hunched bodies, and Qingwu's tone became lighter.
"Besides, they are also trying to make a living... Let's just wait."
How could she not know the lives of the lower classes? The rewards received from entertaining nobles could allow the whole family to live a good life for a long time, and they competed to entertain nobles because of their livelihood.
However, these words made Song Yunhe frown. The first sentence was still comforting, but what about the second sentence?
"When doing things, you need to understand the first come first served principle. They are like this..."
Song Yunhe suddenly stopped talking halfway. He looked at the person beside him. Her eyes were clear and full of compassion. She was obviously more sympathetic to the servant's situation.
An inexplicable strange feeling arose in her heart. She had indeed grown up in the common people and actually thought about these ordinary people. She was not partial to her husband. If it were Qingtong...
Just as I was thinking of this name, a shrill voice suddenly sounded outside the carriage.
"You lazy tenants!"
The voice was unusual, it was the voice of a eunuch. The two people in the carriage immediately looked outside and saw a eunuch standing a few steps away, yelling at the tenant servants who were leading the horses for the guests.
"What are you all doing standing there? Come over here!"
Song Yunhe and Qingwu didn't know the situation, so they could only remain silent and watch from the sidelines.
The servants in the distance looked at each other, and finally the oldest one came over. As soon as he reached the eunuch, he was kicked to the ground by him.
"Do you know who is in this carriage? How dare you neglect the relatives of the Crown Prince and Consort?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Song Yunhe's frustration instantly dissipated and he felt relieved.
Yes, if it were Qingtong, he would definitely not be biased towards those common people, but would stand with him and teach these people a lesson.
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