"What are you thinking?" Murong Chi rubbed her head.
"I think your uncle doesn't like me."
There was no surprise on Murong Chi's face and no emotion, but Jiang Qingqing understood that his uncle really didn't like him with such a reaction.
Not only his uncle, but all the people in the sect, no one likes her.
Jiang Qingqing felt a moment of frustration in her heart.
If it's anyone else's problem, she doesn't care if she likes her or not.
But this person is his uncle, his relative, who is different from the emperor.
If possible, she didn't want the relationship between the two sides to be very stiff.
At least, let the other party feel that his niece-in-law is qualified.
"Don't think about it, no matter what others think of you, you are the wife I am marrying." Murong Chi hugged her and comforted her.
His words were like a warm current, which could soothe the frizz in his heart.
Jiang Qingqing listened to it very much, she tilted her head and lay in Murong Chi's arms.
The two were talking, and after a while, Jiang Qingqing fell into a deep sleep.
Murong Chi looked at her for a long time, picked up her fine hair, as if picking up the softness in his heart, he slowly leaned over, kissed her, and carried her to the bed.
When he went out, he raised his eyes and said to Yu Qianhe Lianqiao, "Keep the door."
The two take note.
Murong Chi left the courtyard. Zhao Bingyi and Zhao Ruoxue were both in the main courtyard. As soon as Zhao Ruoxue saw Murong Chi, his eyes almost lit up, "Senior brother, you are here."
Murong Chi's expression was light, and he went straight over, Zhao Ruoxue's face was a little disappointed.
"Senior brother, what do you want to eat, I'll do it. There are snow pigeons these days. How about I cook soup for you? We are like when we were children..."
"No." Murong Chi interrupted him.
"Then I'll do it..."
"Ruoxue, I'll have a conversation with your senior brother, you go and re-brew a pot of tea." Zhao Bingyi always kept a smile on his face.
Zhao Ruoxue went reluctantly.
There are many flowers in the sect. Although the climate on the mountain is cold, the flowers are no different from the midsummer.
"Xiao Chi, I just saw Qingqing's face is not good, is she better now?"
"Much better." Murong Chi was wearing a black robe, and the wind blew, raising his hunting robe, adding a bit of peerless arrogance to him.
Zhao Bingyi looked at the man in front of him and sighed in his heart.
Since when, the child who was called uncle around him at the beginning has become the king of Qin who can be alone and make people feel fearful.
if…
His eyes moved, and words of persuasion flowed out of his mouth, "Xiao Chi, it's almost half a year since you and Qingqing got married?"
Murong nodded, "Yes."
"You're not too young, has there been no news about Qingqing in the past six months?"
Murong Chi knew what he meant, but he never cared about these issues, and he didn't like others to interfere in his affairs, "She's still young."
The implication is that pregnancy is not in a hurry.
Zhao Bingyi had long heard how his nephew spoiled his princess, but now it seems that he is not in a hurry to even have a child, as expected.
He hesitated for a while before saying, "Xiao Chi, you are the only one left in the Murong family. The matter of the child..."
"Uncle." Murong Chi interrupted him, "I have my own plans for this matter."
Zhao Bingyi saw that his face was a little ugly, so he didn't continue the topic.
"I heard that Xingyun Pavilion has been around the corner, and now it has penetrated into the capital. At this time, you brought Qingqing to the sect, what do you think?"
He felt that he was becoming more and more unable to understand his nephew's temper.
The wind blew his clothes, and he was as gentle as jade, "Uncle, I have my own plans for this matter."
"I know what your plans are. Since you came back from the frontier, the people sent by Xingyun Pavilion to assassinate you have never stopped, but you, completely disregarding your own plans, Xiaochi, what the hell are you thinking? Don't you really want that throne anymore? Do you want to live up to your mother-in-law's dying wish?"
He was really angry, for a woman, he could not care about it.
"Uncle, I have my own measure of this matter. I brought Qingqing to the sect, and I don't want to deal with these matters. I also ask my uncle not to mention it in front of her."
After Murong Chi finished speaking, he raised his sleeves and strode away.
Zhao Bingyi held it in his heart in one breath, his face flushed red, and he was obviously angry.
"Senior brother..." Zhao Ruoxue came over and saw such a scene, "Uncle, what's wrong with senior brother?"
"Ruoxue, when you said that your senior brother was bewitched by a woman, I still don't believe it, but now it seems that this is the case. He doesn't even care about his own big plans." Zhao Bingyi's face was gloomy.
The existence of the sect is to help him, and the current situation makes him angry.
Zhao Ruoxue clenched the golden plate tightly, and her eyes were full of jealousy, "Uncle, I don't know that, that woman is simply a vixen. Since my brother married her, my brother has obeyed him, and even several times, he was injured."
What
Zhao Bingyi could never have imagined that there were such things.
Although his people were in the capital, they couldn't penetrate into the Qin palace, so the news they got was mostly blocked. Now it seems that the Jiang family woman is not a good person.
If she was a virtuous wife, how could she confuse Xiaochi so much.
"By the way, Ruoxue, what happened to the cold poison in your brother's body, as well as that disease?"
Zhao Ruoxue shook her head, "Senior brother protects that woman and asks that woman to drive me out of the palace. I don't know anything. Uncle, you have to decide for Ruoxue. That woman is too much."
Zhao Bingyi had a bad impression of Jiang Qingqing, but Zhao Ruoxue's provocation made it even worse.
He had a sullen face. Does that woman know that Xiaochi's cold poison and how to deal with that disease are not going to cause a catastrophe.
Sure enough, the beauty is a disaster.
He comforted Zhao Ruoxue before letting him go back to rest.
On the way back, Zhao Ruoxue was full of joy.
Jiang Qingqing, what are you going to do this time
The sect is a very important place for the sect. I want to see, in the heart of the senior brother, you are more important, or the sect is more important.
…
On the first day of the sect, Jiang Qingqing almost fell asleep, and it was not until the dinner time that she felt a little itchy cheeks, and when she opened her eyes, it was Murong Chi.
"What time is it now?"
"There's still half an hour before the banquet. Let Forsythia help you get acquainted. There will be many people coming from the sect tonight, so you must meet."
"Okay." Jiang Qingqing got up.
During the day, I saw only his uncle alone, but I didn't see any of the others.
When she thought that the relatives of his mother and concubine would be there, she felt a kind of nervousness about the ugly daughter-in-law wanting to see her in-laws.
She had never had this feeling before.
"Miss, are you nervous?" Forsythia had a smile in her eyes, as if there was a puddle of water in her eyes.