Mrs. Fu was not in a hurry to leave, and Princess Cheng also intended to maintain her relationship with the Fu family.
In her eyes, Fu Laiqing is indeed a good candidate for her niece. It is not a bad thing to ask Tang Ning to consider it. It would be better if she intends to marry Tang Ning in the future.
Besides, even if there was no such marriage, just because Mrs. Fu repeatedly helped her, Cao Dejiang talked for Tang Ning in front of the court many times, and the Fu family was also a family worthy of being intimate.
Fortunately, both of them were very sensible. After knowing each other's feelings, they never made fun of Tang Ning again. The heat on Tang Ning's face gradually faded, and they could still chat with them calmly.
It was not until the sky suddenly became dark outside and it was about to rain heavily that Mrs. Fu stood up and said goodbye.
After Song Tangning personally sent the person out, when he came back, he saw Princess Cheng looking at her with a smile.
"Auntie..." Her face felt a little hot.
Seeing that she was thin-skinned, Princess Cheng couldn't help laughing: "What's so sorry about this? The relationship between young men and women is the most intense. When they meet good things, they will naturally compete with each other. Then the Fu family's husband is a visionary. , only then can you see your goodness, and love affairs between men and women are human nature. As long as you keep a proper position and don't cross the line, you don't need to be shy."
Which one didn't have a longing for when he was young?
In the past, Song Tangning received pedantic teachings, whether in the Lu family or in the Duke of Song's mansion. She snuggled beside Princess Cheng and asked in a low voice: "Why did auntie do that back then?"
"That's natural." Princess Cheng smiled proudly: "Ask Madam Jiang, how many young men I liked back then."
Madam Jiang brought some hot tea here, and she smiled and said, "The princess's words are not a boast. The Rong family had two beautiful ladies at that time, and they were the most beautiful in the capital. Whether it was the princess or the eldest lady, they were all in the capital. Those powerful families are competing to marry. "
"After the eldest lady got married early, the princess became the eyes of those young men. If any movement of the princess, she would be able to line up from our Rong Mansion to the city gate."
Rong's parents have a strong relationship with each other, and are even more loved by their elders.
The second daughter Rong Yue is bright and charming, and her temperament is as arrogant as the sun, which makes people look at her, so she is even more chasing her.
When Madam Jiang remembered those things back then, she couldn't help but smile in her eyes.
"The girl didn't see the grand scene at that time. The Rong family had matchmakers coming to the door every day. Some impatient men also had some confused ideas to meet the princess by chance. At that time, Gu Langjun was just trying to stop the crazy bees and butterflies. She racked her brains. On the day the princess got married, some people shed tears. Many men in the capital joined forces to get the prince drunk. The prince was also embarrassed for a while because he married the princess..."
Song Tangning blinked: "Who else is crying? Who is it?"
"This..." Madam Jiang suddenly stumbled.
Princess Cheng's smile also paused on her face, and she changed the topic directly: "How long has it been, who still remembers it clearly?"
"But..."
Song Tangning opened his mouth. Such a wonderful thing can be remembered even if it takes a long time. It is said that men will not shed tears easily, let alone shed tears for women. Who can forget it?
But before she could ask, Princess Cheng flicked her forehead: "You are the gossip of adults, please don't ask about it."
Song Tangning muttered and bulged his face: I hate it, I don't let you ask why you say it. Isn't this intentional upsetting people's appetite...
"What are you muttering?" Princess Cheng looked at her with a picky look.
Song Tangning quickly shrank his neck: "It's nothing."
Princess Cheng ignored her insincerely and said to her, "I want to go back to Prince Cheng's mansion tomorrow."
Song Tangning's face suddenly changed: "Auntie is going back?"
"Don't worry, it's not that I'm moving back directly, it's because the old concubine is seriously ill. The mansion sends messages over and over again, but I can't ignore them. And I have to ask Xie Tianyu in person for some things."
Princess Cheng reached out and touched her lower abdomen. Seeing that Tang Ning's face was a little bad, she said softly: "You don't have to worry. No matter whether Xie Tianyu and I part or not, I will think clearly."
"Then I'll go with you."
"Don't go."
"aunt…"
Just as Song Tangning was about to speak, Princess Cheng said, "You can't go. You just had a fight with the Lu family. It's not easy to get involved in the affairs of the royal family now."
"The Prince Cheng's Mansion is now trapped, Xie Tianyu is confined. He dare not do anything to me. I will take Madam Jiang back with me. After seeing Xie Tianyu, I will come back to Jiyun Lane."
Regardless of whether she had to make up or not, the threshold in her heart would not be so easy to pass, nor would it move back to the royal palace so quickly.
Song Tangning also wanted to persuade her, but Princess Cheng had decided that she did not want the juniors to get involved in the matter between her and King Cheng. Moreover, Tang Ning had enough trouble, so she didn't want her to cause gossip.
Song Tangning tangled for a long time, but Princess Cheng refused to let go. Finally, when she came out of the room, she was full of worry. She stood in front of the yard and thought for a moment, and was worried about Princess Cheng's affairs. She turned her feet and looked towards her. The Xiao Mansion next door left, trying to find Xiao Yan and ask if there was any result in investigating King Cheng before.
Since Xiao Yan realized that his attitude towards Tang Ning was wrong, he only felt that he was ridiculous.
He didn't know when he had such thoughts, but he had a monopoly desire for the child at that time, and after the idea of "keep her by my side" came out, it was like a wild grass growing wildly when it saw the wind. Almost overwhelmed the rationality.
After shutting away everyone around him, he sank himself in the medicine spring under the Heli Hall. The warm spring water covered him as he covered him.
Xiao Yan tried his best to empty his mind, unwilling to think about everything about Song Tangning, but the name wrapped around his heart like a spider silk, making him still full of her even when he closed his eyes.
Some thoughts do not arise, and once they arise, they will be like wildfire rushing.
Her eyes, her lips, every frown and smile, as beautiful as the begonia...
Not only did Xiao Yan not calm down, but his chest jumped harder and harder. Even if he held his breath, he seemed to smell the fragrance on Song Tangning's body.
"Tang Ning ..."
A slutty in his body rose inexplicably. He couldn't help calling Tang Ning's name low and murmured. When he closed his eyes, he even heard Song Tangning calling him "Brother" as if he was responding.
The heat in the body became more and more intense, like the spring fire, almost burning the reason. Xiao Yan couldn't help but curse, and he sank himself a little deeper towards the spring.
Song Tangning squatted beside the medicine spring, watching the people in the water sinking into the bottom of the pond, closing his eyes as if he was unaware of the situation.
The white cloth wrapped around his waist was washed away by water, and the blood melted into the water along the cracked wound. Song Tangning was immediately anxious and saw that there were no one around. He called Xiao Yan twice without any response. He only thought that his injury had occurred. He was so arrogant that he fainted in the medicine spring, and he jumped in without caring about anything else.
"Plop—"
The sudden sound made Xiao Yan suddenly awake. Before he could open his eyes, he felt someone swim towards him. The familiar breath made him hold his breath subconsciously.