After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

Song Nihuan lowered her head with a hint of a smile on her lips.

After these two interactions, everyone could see that Pinga Fuyu had special feelings for Madam Xie.

What kind of person is Pinga Fuyu? He is sharp-tongued, arrogant and not easy to mess with.

As a result, no one came to invite Song Nihuan anymore.

But once the topic turned to children, the women couldn't stop.

Discuss one's own children, concubines' children, and who is unable to have children.

Song Nihuan's expression became increasingly ugly.

The princess' voice was not loud, but everyone present could hear it: "A while ago, my third brother had twins. He was very happy and held a banquet in the palace to celebrate. When my brother Zi Che saw the twins, he loved them so much that he couldn't take his eyes off them. He told me that he didn't even dare to dream of having twins, and that having just one was good enough."

"Jiang, there are three kinds of unfilial behavior, and the worst is to have no heir. You can't let Brother Ziche fall into an unfilial situation." The princess said calmly, calling her Jiang. Rather than saying that she was unwilling to acknowledge her identity as Madam Xie, it was more like the monarch's advice to the minister. "But no one asked me to gossip about this. I am as honest as Lord Pinga, and I say whatever comes to my mind."

"I understand." She did not argue, but bowed her head.

*

Song Nihuan rubbed her stiff neck. Light shone on the window paper, and she could vaguely see a faint crab-shell blue on the horizon.

It's almost dawn.

After embroidering for most of the night, I finally mastered the art of needlework.

However, if you want to achieve the state of using a needle as a pen and thread as ink in one go, it will take time and practice.

Embroidery is a job that consumes a lot of physical strength and energy. Song Nihuan picked up the embroidery and looked at it carefully in the light of candlelight. It was obvious that the stitching techniques were not so unfamiliar anymore.

She felt relieved, and the aches and pains in her body were no longer worth mentioning.

She stretched her stiff limbs and slowly sat down on the couch, feeling that the work of those embroiderers with such exquisite skills was really not easy.

In fact, most of the embroiderers with superb skills come from scholarly and official families. They are proficient in calligraphy, painting, and humanities and arts, and have a certain cultural foundation and aesthetic sense, so that they can embroider what they see and think on silk.

However, the Queen Mother’s birthday only asks for a “precious” thing. Rare things are precious. The court officials and ladies embroidered a longevity picture together. It is not only rare, but also noble. It is really amazing that Pingjia Fuyu could think of it...

He not only has a good nose, but also has a pair of sharp eyes.

During the day, he watched her embroidering with a half-smile on her face, like a cunning fox or... a wolf.

She shouldn't have thought she could hide it from him.

How could she embroider...

I just didn't expect this person to be so serious, so annoying.

The good impression he had previously had with the princess for helping her out of trouble was completely gone!

The candlelight flickered, Song Nihuan sighed softly, and raised her drooping brows.

The long skirt of the young man almost trapped her in the middle. He showed a row of white teeth, and the gorgeous smile that was always on his face disappeared. He looked at her coldly, "Young Madam, do you believe it? As long as I want to know, the scouts sent to Shuzhou can run back and forth in one day?"

Even though it was the afternoon sun, she felt cold all over.

If he was a law-abiding person, it might not be so easy to find out her background. But he was always doing things in an unexpected way, so if he used some tricks, it would not be difficult to find out her background.

If it gets out by then, the consequences will be unimaginable!

Song Nihuan knew that her acting skills were poor and she couldn’t express her emotions like most people in the Xie family.

Sure enough, the panic she suppressed could not escape his scrutiny. He looked at her with burning eyes and smiled meaningfully, a smile with a meaning she could not understand.

Song Nihuan didn't want to get entangled with him anymore, so she turned around and tried to leave, but he held her back, "Why are you leaving after just a few words? Do you hate me so much?"

"Master Pingjia is worrying too much. If I and Master Pingjia talk too much in this place where no one is around, we will easily be criticized. Master Pingjia is a guest, so if you have anything to say, please go to the front hall and talk." Song Nihuan tried her best to remain polite and calm.

"Those people can't listen to what I want to say to the young lady." He smiled mysteriously, and then his eyes moved, as if he was flirting with her, "Who says that if your ancestral home is in Shu, you have to know Shu embroidery? The young lady is a smart person, why bother yourself with it?"

She really couldn't understand him... He looked like a teenager, but he had the maturity of a middle-aged man. Could it be that he really had turned into a goblin?

He seemed to have a clear idea of ​​everything.

She felt that she had stepped into his trap, but she didn't know whether the trap contained poison or delicacies.

Song Nihuan shook Pinga Fuyu's enchanting face out of her mind, blew out the candle, and took advantage of the fact that she could rest for a while before dawn.

*

It has rained a lot recently.

After Xie Yunji left, she only received one letter from him.

It is said that the rest were trapped on the road by heavy rains in the south.

The letter was addressed to "Ni Huan, my wife" and was three pages long and eloquent, even a little nagging, telling her in detail everything he had done.

The longing revealed between the lines cannot be hidden.

She missed him too. The unbearable longing made her forget that she was angry with him before, and she just hoped that he would come back soon.

Building the canal is a great cause that will benefit future generations, and she should be proud that her husband can be involved in it.

Song Nihuan looked up at the violent storm outside the shelter. The orchids outside the pavilion were blown all over the place, a number of flowers and plants were swaying in the wind and rain, and the willow trees were almost broken.

The thin light was obscured by thick dark clouds, and rumbling thunder was heard at the end of the sky.

The rain came suddenly, and Song Nihuan, Molan Linglong and her servant, who came to Miaoyuan Temple to pray for blessings, were trapped in the rain.

Praying for a child at Miaoyuan Temple is extremely effective.

What the princess said that day really touched Song Nihuan's heart.

All three of them were splashed with wetness, and they were shivering from the cold wind.

"This rain won't stop anytime soon." Song Nihuan sighed as she looked at the endless rain. "My clothes are all wet. If we wait any longer it will be dark. Why don't we go back in the rain? It shouldn't be too hard if we walk faster."

Molan and Linglong looked at each other and knew that the young lady was telling the truth. If they waited any longer, it would be even more difficult to go down the mountain after dark.

If you don't return home at night, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Madam, the rain is too heavy and the road is muddy..." Linglong said, but she knew there was no other way, so she took Song Nihuan's arm and said, "Madam, please hold me tight."

The three of them supported each other and walked tremblingly into the rain.

The sky seemed to have a hole in it, and the rain was pouring down, making it almost impossible to see. Song Nihuan couldn't help but regret it. She saw that the weather was not very good when she went out, but she thought that sincerity would have a effect, so she ran to Miaoyuan Temple.

If she had known it would rain so heavily, she said she would never have come.

The hem of their skirts got wet and stuck to their legs, making every step difficult. The three of them stood at the intersection, trying to figure out which direction was down the mountain, when a group of people on horseback came galloping over from not far away, stirring up a cloud of mud and water that splashed all over their faces and bodies.

"...Don't you have eyes?" Molan cursed, and just as she opened her mouth she took another sip of yellow soup.

Those people ignored him completely and walked away as if they hadn't heard anything.

No matter how well-mannered Linglong and Molan were, they lost their temper in such an embarrassing situation. They put their hands on their hips, pointed at the group of people and cursed them a lot before they felt relieved.

Song Nihuan just felt that she had implicated them.

Her eyes drifted towards the temple on the mountainside not far away. Just as she was lost in thought, she heard the neighing of horses. It turned out that the people who had been riding the horses had turned back.

She clearly felt Molan's grip on her arm tighten.

Could it be that... I scolded them back?