In addition to the few little goblins in the outer courtyard, the Fu family has recently asked people to send soup and snacks over there, and they are very diligent.

Du Rongzhi glanced at her idly, and saw the folds on Mama An's slightly old face, knowing that she had been worrying a lot about her and Song Zixun's affairs these days, and the words that were about to be exported turned around and swallowed back, only nodded resignedly, and instructed Yuan Yuandao, "You and Qinghe go to cut a few plums and send them to the eldest young master." ”

Yuan Yuan and Qinghe glanced at each other, and bent their lips slightly, "The slave will go immediately," she said with a smile, "Just use the young lady's favorite white glazed banana leaf pattern plum vase, do you think it?" ”

Du Rongzhi made her laugh uncomfortably, glared at her angrily, and said angrily, "You can use it if you want, and you still come to ask me what to do with such a trivial matter?" Because her voice suddenly raised a little, she was so frightened that Wan'er, who seemed to be asleep in her arms, trembled, and was about to cry when she pouted, Du Rongzhi quickly reached out and patted her on the back twice.

"The eldest young master is definitely happy to see it." Yuan Yuan covered her mouth and smiled, and said softly, "The slaves and maids are going now...... What does the young lady have to say to you? ”

Du Rongzhi lowered her head and coaxed her daughter, and said lightly, "Things can't be done, tell him to take care of his body." ”

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When Song Zixun came back from outside, the study was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers.

He glanced at Lamei on the bookcase, and his face sank instantly, "Changxing!" ”

Changxing was busy outside, hurriedly lifted the curtain and came in, with a cup of hot tea in his hand, and said with a smiling face, "Master, Pu'er." ”

Song Zi's face was as cold as ice, "Who allowed you to put things in without permission?!" ”

Changxing shook his head, followed his gaze, and said with a bitter face, "The little one also knows that the master doesn't like to fiddle with these, but Miss Qinghe doesn't say it...... It was the young lady's thoughts, and she specially called to send it to the lord to enjoy the fun, but the little one couldn't shirk it, so it ......" Changxing paused, and his face was embarrassed, "Or ...... Take out the small one? ”

Song Zixun snorted coldly, lifted his robe and sat down on the chair, and said with a calm face, "It's all on the table, let's put it first." ”

"Yes." Changxing quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and diligently put the tea cup on the table, "Master, drink tea." ”

Song Zixun hummed lightly, picked up the book casually, and asked casually, "What else did the young lady say?" ”

Changxing hurriedly said, "The young lady said, things can't be done, no matter how busy you are, you have to take care of your body, tell you to take care of your life, don't be too tired." After speaking, he secretly looked at Song Zixun's expression.

Song Zixun didn't seem to hear it, turned a few pages of the book by himself, and after a long time, he wrote lightly, "Tell someone to inform the young lady, I will accompany her to dinner tonight." ”

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When Song Zixun entered the house, Du Rongzhi was holding her head and playing with her daughter who had just woken up.

The little guy opened a pair of black grape-like eyes, grabbed Du Rongzhi's fingers, and babbled and danced.

Seeing this, Mama An frowned disapprovingly, and said, "The young lady is too disobedient, and her arm hurts when she is so careful." ”

Du Rongzhi pursed her lips and was about to open her mouth to defend herself, but she didn't expect Song Zixun to suddenly lift the curtain and come in.

Du Rongzhi was stunned for a moment, the relaxed expression on her face was instantly retracted, she quickly lowered her head and straightened her clothes, and sat up straight, "Ye is back." ”

Song Zi followed the "um" and walked straight to the bed.

Qinghe hurriedly brought the embroidery pier over.

"Feeling better?" Song Zixun was talking to her, but his eyes were only looking at his daughter on the bed. The little guy's black and white eyes also looked at him brightly.

Song Zixun liked it tightly in his heart, and reached out to hug her.

"Much better." Du Rongzhi said thoughtfully, "How are you doing these days?" ”

"It's okay." Song Zixun said lightly, "Guan'er seems to have grown up again." "The eyebrows are also more stretched and look better.

"yes." Du Rongzhi smiled sweetly, "Mama An said today, Guan'er looks more and more like you." ”

Song Zixun's face, which had not been very clear, had a smile on his face, and he said lightly, "Daughter Xiao's father, she is naturally more like me." As he spoke, he glanced at Du Rongzhi leisurely, "You don't have to be envious—it's useless to be envious." ”

Du Rongzhi choked, and when she reacted, she couldn't cry or laugh: what kind of person is this, it's more addictive to compete with her......

But there was no show on his face, and he smiled lightly, "What the master said is...... A daughter follows her father, which is a natural blessing. It can be seen that we are also blessed. ”

Song Zixun's face was slightly pale, and he saw that the shadow of his mother could be vaguely seen between the eyebrows and eyes of this small lump of meat that were seven or eight points similar to his own, although he was not fully grown now, he was already a very outstanding child, and his heart turned into a bay of spring water, and even the anger towards Du Rongzhi that had accumulated for many days was mostly gone.

Song Zixun hugged Guan'er and played for a while, but the little guy was suddenly unhappy for some reason, his mouth was curled, and his big round eyes were instantly filled with tears, and he saw that he was about to burst the embankment at any time.

Mama An hurriedly stepped forward to take it, and said with a smile while coaxing, "Miss Sun, this is hungry." ”

Du Rongzhi subconsciously wanted to untie her clothes, but when she met the warning eyes from Mama An, she quickly stopped and said with a wry smile, "Mama will take her down to breastfeed." ”

Mama An responded with a smile and went out with Wan'er in her arms.

Qinghe and the others also understood, lowered their eyes and blessed their bodies, and retreated together with Mama An.

There were only two left in the room for a while, Du Rongzhi and Song Zixun.

Song Zixun was not in a hurry to speak, but only took her hand and played with it in the palm of his hand.

Du Rongzhi's hands are very good, the fingers are slender, soft and boneless, and they feel very good to hold in the hand.

Du Rongzhi made him feel uncomfortable, pursed his lips, and spoke first, "I heard that you are coming to eat, and the concubine ordered the kitchen to make cherry meat and spicy quail, you see, you still have-"

"Do you know what's wrong?" He asked suddenly.

Du Rongzhi was interrupted by him halfway through his words, and he was a little confused, but he sneered, "It's hard for you to calm down these days...... Really so generous, not worried about me being snatched away by others? ”

Du Rongzhi raised her head and asked with a smile, "Then you were robbed?" ”

"Do I—" Song Zi stopped abruptly and said angrily, "Don't you know?!" After speaking, he was still angry and slammed it in Du Rongzhi's palm.

Du Rongzhi was in pain, and wanted to withdraw her hand, but he held it tightly. I had to bite my lip helplessly and said softly, "...... Thank you very much. ”

He still kept a straight face and glanced at her, "Thank me for what?" ”

Du Rongzhi looked at him with a serious face. Unlike before, she didn't smile this time, but there was a clear smile in her eyes, which brightened her whole being.

"Thank you for what...... Don't you know? ”

The clear eyes were like a calm lake, just looking at him so quietly. Song Zixun felt that the depression and entanglement of these days had finally found an outlet at this moment-

He almost viciously took Du Rongzhi into his arms.

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