who is my husband

Chapter 24

After arriving at the gate of the palace, Song Qianyi showed his identity badge, and the guards respectfully opened the palace gate for them.

After getting into the waiting carriage, Song Qianyi asked worriedly: "Did she do anything to you?" Yingying's words just now really shocked him a lot. Is she really just a 12-year-old girl?Such sweet words that are not sweet words that are similar to what a lover would say, did they really come from a 12-year-old girl?He thought he knew everything about her by heart, but her performance made him more and more suspicious of whether his understanding of her was really comprehensive.

Yun Ying shrugged her shoulders relaxedly, "Hehe. She didn't do anything to me, but I made her very angry."

Hearing her answer, Song Qianyi felt relieved.God knows how worried they were when he and Xun returned from Qingshan Temple and heard from Wuying that she had been summoned into the palace by the queen.When he rushed into the palace non-stop and found her in Luoxia Palace, his heart was even clenched, "In the future, this Luoxia Palace will not have me or Xun to accompany you, so I can't just come casually."

Knowing that he was worried about herself, Yun Ying's whole heart was filled with warm ripples, which were smudged in the whole body circle after circle.Gently caressing his exquisitely handsome face, he said infatuatedly, "Understood, my husband."

Song Qianyi covered her soft little hand, looked at her delicate face affectionately, slowly pulled her hand down until it touched his warm thin lips, and kissed her palm lightly, a tingling electric current swept over her immediately His whole body was glowing with a faint fascination.

Her watery eyes were blurred, and her pink lips were about to open and close, as if she was silently inviting him, her Adam's apple could not restrain herself from sliding up and down, she immediately moved her eyes away, cleared her throat and coughed lightly, "Sakura, let Wu Ying will send you back to the palace, I still have something to deal with."

The nympho Yunying responded awkwardly, "Yes."

Song Qianyi jumped out of the carriage, and swiftly flew onto another horse. Yun Ying lifted the bead curtain of the carriage, pointed at the direction where he was riding away, and said, "Husband, come back earlier!"

Song Qianyi looked back and smiled warmly at her. Even though it was already evening, his smile made people feel warm and comfortable like a spring breeze.

When Yunying arrived at Xunwang's mansion, Song Xunyi had ordered dinner to be prepared, and he just sat quietly waiting for her.

As soon as she entered the door, Song Xunyi floated in front of her like a gust of wind, and examined her carefully, "Yingying, you."

Knowing what he was worried about, Yun Ying immediately turned around in front of him, said with a smile on her face, "Don't worry husband, I'm fine."

Seeing that she was really fine, Song Xunyi was relieved and turned from worry to smile, "Well, it's good that it's fine." He took her to sit at the dinner table, and carefully wiped her with the soaked brocade handkerchief presented by the maid. hands, the movements were gentle and serious, and when she was satisfied, she returned the brocade handkerchief that she had wiped her hands to the maid, "Yingying, you are hungry, let's have dinner."

"Yeah." Yunying nodded her head dully, her heart was already moved to tears.

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Since that day, Song Qianyi has been very busy and rarely saw him in the palace.Every day, Yun Ying either plays with Xiao Jin in her arms, or learns how to play the piano with Song Xunyi, and her life is very happy, like a real lady of the big family, she doesn't leave the door without leaving the door.If Chu Hongming saw her so well-behaved, he definitely didn't know whether to be relieved or to sigh.

The wind blows over the willow twigs, and the moon hides shyly.One night half a month later, after dinner, Yun Ying was still nestling in Song Xunyi's arms and playing the piano. From the gradually smooth melody, it could be heard that her piano skills were taught by some expert.

She caressed the piano, and turned her head from time to time to look affectionately at Song Xunyi who was holding her. Song Xunyi still smiled dotingly at her, and the breeze brushed his dark black hair, so elegant and charming.The night is like water, under the faint silver starlight, the Yunting attic has quite a scene of love and concubine.

(End of this chapter)