Chapter 7: I don't like it
Shanshan didn't say anything, and Pan Yueqing continued: "If you want to drink, you can also ask Pan Yan to send someone to find it." ”
Shanshan glanced at Pan Yueqing, he was always resistant when he drank in the past, but today he proposed to look for wine, which is really strange: "Didn't you say that drinking hurts your body?" ”
"Have a drink. And this time, Song Shubai was busy with affairs in Yangzhou, and he was not accustomed to the water and soil, and he also had a serious illness, so it would be too troublesome for him to go and find wine for you. Pan Yueqing lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes, and Shanshan was a little unsure of what he meant for a while.
After thinking about it, Shanshan still explained: "I didn't ask him to find it, he probably brought it for me by the way when he was looking for it, and I have always had similar tastes to him." ”
Pan Yueqing paused slightly: "Let it be like this." But in the future, there will be no more private meetings like this. ”
What's the same thing about this tone as giving orders? He can take a concubine, but I can't see a friend? Shanshan's rebellious mood was provoked again, and he frowned and said, "Try your best." ”
"As much as possible?" Pan Yueqing raised his eyes to look at Shanshan, the Danfeng eyes of the inner double were mixed with unknown emotions, only the corners of his lips could be pressed down to make people see that he was in a bad mood at this time, "Do you remember your identity?" Song Shubai is homeless and roomless, are you also homeless? ”
"What identity? Lord Anping? The daughter of the general king? Or Shang Shuling's wife? Shanshan laughed, and his tone was bad, "When I went to see Song Shubai, I didn't have any identity, just myself, he is not like you, the first thing to look at is my identity, and then I am the person......"
Pan Yueqing slapped the table violently, surrounded by a cold and solemn aura, obviously not lightly.
The people in the room knelt down in panic, and Pan Yan beckoned people out in a playful way, and closed the door for the two.
There was a dead silence in the hall, and the whirring sound of the cold wind blowing outside the window was very obvious. Of course, Shanshan knew that she had said the wrong thing, but she just didn't like Pan Yueqing's attitude, she didn't like him to talk about things with secular etiquette, and especially she didn't like that identity in his eyes.
Once again, it was unpleasant. Shanshan counted the days and asked tiredly: "The day after tomorrow is the day after tomorrow?" ”
Su Qi nodded: "It's the day after tomorrow." ”
Shanshan smiled bitterly: "Also, this full of red has been hanging for several days." ”
"Miss......" Rouge looked at Shanshan worriedly.
"Go to sleep, too."
When he walked to the side room, Rouge suddenly said, "It would have been nice to marry Song Gongzi at the beginning, Song Gongzi is a good person, and he cares so much about Miss, so he hasn't married yet." I don't know what Miss thinks, she has to go upside down to ask for the holy decree, and she has to marry a clean and innocent son of a poor family. ”
Su Qi rebuked tiredly: "Don't say this a second time!" Others don't know how to arrange it after listening to it! ”
"I know! It's just to feel sorry for the young lady......"
But in fact, it's not just Rouge who thinks so, Su Qi thinks so too. Compared with horizontal and vertical, Song Gongzi is better, and I don't know why my own young lady is ......
It seemed that winter had come overnight, and the white feathers covered the whole land, and the green grass roots were completely buried, and only the rough branches cowered and poked their heads, and were staggered by the cold wind.
Reflecting this large area of snow white is the cinnabar-colored corridor, the eaves, and the nondescript magenta underneath, the red lantern hung in Lidong has been replaced, and the small magenta lamp has been re-hung, with a small "Xi" written on it in black ink, not even "Xi", which is extremely perfunctory.
And the people in the entire Panfu did not look festive at all, as if it was not their own lord who took a concubine today, but what kind of verdict came down.
"Ma'am." Su Qi was dressed in water-red clothes, and barely pinned a red sachet to his waist, "Aunt Song's carriage has arrived at Xuanwu Street." ”
The woman in the makeup hummed, unhurriedly picked up a petal and sent it to her lips, the red petals trembled shyly between the lips of the beauty, and the color was covered with delicate lips in an instant, which complemented the delicate makeup.
"Let's go." Shanshan got up and took Su Qi's hand, and walked to the side hall in the face of the cold wind, not in a hurry, not like a mortal.
Before he reached the side hall, he saw a soap-colored figure in the distance, today was obviously his happy day, but he only had a dark red belt around his waist, and his clothes were embroidered with an unlucky lonely goose.
"Congratulations, sir." Shanshan bowed to him slightly, and said in a salty and nonchalant manner.
Pan Yueqing looked at her for a while, and walked with her to the side hall: "You obviously know that there is nothing to be happy about. ”
"I don't know. If the lord likes it or not, how do I know? Shanshan pulled his lips perfunctorily, his expression was indifferent, and he never looked at him.
"Good ......"
Shanshan turned his back to Pan Yueqing, stopped and said calmly: "I used to like you to call me that, but you don't like it, I feel too tired." Now that you're doing what I want, you're screaming a lot, and I don't like it anymore. Don't call it again. ”
After speaking, Shanshan was about to continue walking, but Pan Yueqing grabbed his arm.
Su Qi and the others who followed behind him consciously slowed down their pace, standing far away, looking at their noses and noses.