The daughter of the firstborn is rebellious and is reborn to bury her whole family

Feng Ruoying looked around and made sure no one was eavesdropping before she whispered in a low voice, "Song Chen."

"He is the second son of the Marquis of Jianning Mansion, Song Huai's elder brother."

Speaking of that man, Feng Ruoying couldn't help but frowned: "My brother said that Song Chen is a decent person, unlike Song Huai who is addicted to alcohol and women. Who would have thought that he would do such a thing."

Shen Qiyin seemed to be thinking: "Is that so..."

Is it Xie Qing from Song Huai Gang?

Previously at the Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion, Xie Qing pushed Feng Ruoying into the water in order to help Song Huai. Now, she has hooked up with the second young master of the mansion. I guess they have reached a deal.

During the day, Shen Qiyuin learned from Feng Ruoying that Xie Qing was about to marry into the Mansion of Marquis Jianning. When she returned to the Shen family in the evening, Shen Cang handed her a card.

It was an invitation from Marquis Jianning's mansion.

Invite her to attend the Beginning of Winter Banquet at the Marquis' Mansion.

Shen Qiyin remembered hearing Feng Ruoying say that the matter between Xie Qing and Song Chen was not as sensational as the matter between Feng Heng and Shen Ruyin.

So far, apart from those two palaces, she is the only outsider who knows about it.

Therefore, she guessed that this so-called "Beginning of Winter Banquet" was probably a trick made up by the Marquis of Jianning's Mansion to create an opportunity for Xie Qing and Song Chen to meet and get to know each other, so that when they suddenly propose marriage in the future, it would be easy to say that they fell in love at first sight to avoid any unpleasant rumors.

However, what surprised Shen Qiyin was that the post not only invited her, but also Shen Mengyin.

This is somewhat intriguing.

Those wealthy and powerful families were particularly particular about hierarchy. They didn't take a family like the Shen family seriously, let alone a concubine's daughter like Shen Mengyin. It was even more impossible for them to come and invite her specially.

interesting……

It seems that her fourth sister is not fighting alone, and she must have hooked up with someone.

As for who it is, she will find out at the banquet soon.

That evening, the sound of flowers hitting the window arrived as expected.

Unsurprisingly, the person who came was still Xiao Yan.

When Shen Qiyin opened the door and welcomed him into the room, she couldn't help but think that he was much clingier than she had imagined.

I see you every day...

But this time, Miss Shen didn't say anything tactless that could easily make people misunderstand and feel depressed. Instead, she said happily: "You came at the right time!"

She pulled Xiao Yan to sit in the outer room, then she tiptoed into the inner room. When she came out, she was holding something in her hand.

Xiao Yan could tell at a glance that it was a purse!

Black brocade, embroidered with intricate cloud patterns in gold and silver threads.

His eyes suddenly froze, but his voice sounded very restrained and calm: "Is this...prepared to be given to someone?"

"Ah."

"To whom?"

Shen Qiyin frowned slightly, with an inexplicable look on her face: "Of course it's you!"

Hearing this, Xiao Yan's eyes, as deep as the night, suddenly lit up.

The joy in his eyes was hard to conceal: "Mine?!"

Shen Qiyin nodded: "What else?"

This is a purse, how could she give it to someone else easily?

"Who do you think I'm giving it to?"

"I thought..." Xiao Yan took it, as if he had obtained some rare treasure: "It's for your senior brother and junior brothers."

"Theirs are clothes, which have already been delivered."

Thinking of the way he looked at the clothes he prepared for his brothers that day, Shen Qiyin said, "Well...if you want clothes too, I can make them for you in the future."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true!" How could she bear to go back on her word after he behaved like that?

Xiao Yan held the purse in his hand, looked at it left and right, and couldn't let it go.

Shen Qiyin's needlework is impeccable, with fine stitches and smooth lines like flowing water.

He likes the word "of course".

It seems that there is no other possibility except the reason following these two words.

only.

No one can shake it.

Shen Qiyin saw Xiao Yan staring at the purse for a long time without saying anything. She was unsure of what he was thinking, so she said, "If you don't like this purse, you can keep it and don't have to wear it. Or you can return it to me and I will make something you like in the future..."

She didn't finish her words, but her voice became smaller and smaller.

Until the last syllable of the last word completely disappeared.

She had the illusion that if she mentioned one more word to get her purse back, Xiao Yan would rush up and bite her hard.

It seemed that he didn't dislike the purse she gave him.

On the contrary, I care very much about it.

She would be happy if the other party liked the things she gave.

"I have never seen you wearing purses or sachets, so I don't know what scent you like, so I didn't take the initiative to suggest what spices to put in. You can decide for yourself."

"White sandalwood."

"Huh?" Shen Qiyin didn't react for a moment.

Xiao Yan raised her eyelashes slightly: "I like the smell of sandalwood." The smell of her body.

This was a very simple sentence, but Shen Qiyin inexplicably heard a different meaning in it.

She unconsciously avoided Xiao Yan's overly focused gaze and changed the subject: "...Actually, I wanted to give you clothes, but I wasn't sure about your size. I was afraid that if I made them blindly, they wouldn't fit you and the material would be wasted."

After hearing this, Xiao Yan stood up immediately without saying a word.

Shen Qiyin looked up at him, puzzled: "Are you leaving?"

Xiao Yan clasped her shoulders with both hands, half-grasped and half-carried her up from the chair, and said with bright black eyes: "Measure now."

"……Oh."

Seeing that he was in high spirits, Shen Qiyin didn't want to spoil his fun, so he agreed to his request.

But she didn't have a ruler, and when she wanted to go into the inner room and rummage through the drawers to look for it, she was afraid of waking up Rendong, so she simply used her hand as a ruler and measured it one foot at a time.

"Open your hands."

Xiao Yan followed his instructions and stretched out his arms.

Shen Qiyin stood in front of him, measuring the dimensions without distraction.

The two of them were quite close, so close that Xiao Yan only needed to lower his head slightly to kiss her forehead.

He was awakened by his own reckless thoughts, his pale lips were pursed into a line, and his hands were clenched into fists.

Finally, he even closed his eyes.

But because vision is blocked, other senses are infinitely magnified.

The subtle fragrance from her body lingered around him, intoxicating him.

Moreover, he could clearly feel her hands gently wandering around his waist. He knew that she was not teasing her on purpose, but he was distracted and had wild thoughts.

“Yinyin, I think…” Xiao Yan’s voice was deep and a little tense.