Du Rongzhi didn't know how she fell asleep. She had been listening to the movement outside - since Song Zixun had the intention to cover up, she would definitely not be left alone in the house at night...... Thinking about it, I fell asleep in a daze.

In the morning, I woke up from freezing.

Wrapped in the quilt, she looked blankly at the empty place next to the bed, and said in her heart that this person was really unaccustomed to it. It's only been a long time since she came back, and now that there is a "stove" around her, it's unbearable......

There was a rustling sound outside the tent.

Du Rongzhi was only a girl who was on vigil, and she opened the tent and was just about to call someone, but she saw Song Zixun getting up from the couch by the window, obviously just waking up.

The four looked at each other, and both of them were stunned.

Song Zixun looked indifferent.

Du Rongzhi pursed her lips, and was hesitating whether to lie down and wait for him to leave, or simply get up, when she saw Qinghe push the door in, followed by a few little girls who were waiting to freshen up and change clothes, some holding clothes, some holding copper basin scarves, and quietly walked in.

Qinghe was also stunned when she saw Du Rongzhi sitting at the head of the bed, and saw that the eyebrows of the two of them were faint, so she immediately had a number in her heart, and stepped forward and said with a smile, "The young lady woke up really early today...... Are you going to get up now? ”

Although Song Zixun usually gets up early, he never wakes her up, and sometimes she gets up and the sun is high......

Du Rongzhi thought of this and was irritated for no reason, and nodded indiscriminately, "Let's get up." ”

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"I only came back last night, so I was afraid of waking you up, so I rested on the couch...... Qinghe replied softly while curling Du Rongzhi's hair.

Du Rongzhi smiled disappreciatively. As far as Song Zixun was angry yesterday, it was already forced by the situation to come back at night...... It's hard for Qinghe to say it so high-soundingly, as if he pities and loves her so much, and the person who left last night was not him......

"It's rare that the young lady got up early today, so you can have a good breakfast with your grandfather." Seeing that Du Rongzhi was silent, Qinghe had to continue to persuade bitterly, "How can the couple have an overnight feud?" You are not afraid of anything even if you give your master a soft clothes...... Besides, yesterday was really a young lady—"

Her voice stopped abruptly as the door opened as the clean room sounded.

Du Rongzhi looked at the thin figure that appeared in the mirror, and said lightly, "I know it in my heart, don't worry about it." ”

Qinghe silently replied.

The girls quickly brought breakfast...... Lin Lin always set up a table, and then retreated again.

Qinghe glanced at Song Zixun, who was already sitting at the dinner table, and his movements became more and more numb, but after a moment's effort, Du Rongzhi's hair was pulled into a bun, and a magnolia hairpin was inserted obliquely between her hair, which was delicate and charming.

She silently walked to Song Zixun and sat down, and in Qinghe's expectant gaze, she slowly scooped herself a bowl of chestnut and red date porridge, and then didn't look at the empty bowl in front of Song Zixun, and ate it with her head down.

Song Zixun's hand holding the chopsticks tightened, and his face became even more ugly.

Qinghe was in a hurry next to him.

For yesterday's incident, although the young lady did not explicitly punish Mama An, she was not allowed to enter the house to serve again, so she was the only one who could persuade the young lady. The young lady has always been a little left-handed, and it is even more impossible for the eldest young master to bow his head when he is angry...... Qinghe looked at this and that, and only felt extremely embarrassed for a while. Twelve Literary Network

was about to step forward to scoop porridge for Song Zixun, but he suddenly said in a deep voice, "I went to greet my grandmother last night, and she said to the ......old man," he said, and glanced at Du Rongzhi with condemnation, "I am still very angry about Wan'er's arrest of the Zhou banquet." ”

Du Rongzhi pursed her lips.

Mrs. Song has always loved this eldest grandson, and the facts have proved that no matter what the grandfather of the country makes, Song Zixun has always been the best choice for the heir in Mrs. Song's heart. This matter is obviously aimed at ruining Song Zi's reputation, how can Mrs. Song sit idly by?

These were also in Du Rongzhi's calculations, but now that she heard that everything was developing according to expectations, she suddenly felt a little unhappy.

Song Zixun saw that she was silent, and continued, "I listened to my grandmother's meaning, and I planned to let the second aunt and the third aunt help my mother take care of the house together. ”

It means to redistribute power.

Du Rongzhi casually fiddled with the red dates in the bowl and hummed softly.

Song Zixun saw that her expression was calm, and she looked unexpected, she felt even more indignant in her heart, endured it several times, and said sarcastically in a cold voice, "I also need to remind you, my mother has been feeding her for many years, and the forces in the house have long been intertwined, the second aunt is now friendly with her, and the third aunt is even more soft, if you expect to rely on them to contain your mother, I am afraid that the abacus will fail." ”

Du Rongzhi raised her head and smiled at him, "Thank you for reminding me." ”

The smile was gentle and patient, as if looking at a child who was having a temper tantrum with an adult...... Song Zixun only felt a punch on the cotton, and suddenly he didn't even have an appetite.

He put down his chopsticks, his face so heavy that he could drip water.

Qinghe saw that he chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly handed over the handkerchief and stepped forward.

Song Zixun pursed his lips and took it, stared at Du Rongzhi and wiped it twice, and then threw the handkerchief heavily on the table.

During this period, Du Rongzhi didn't say that she was serving, but she didn't even glance at him.

Song Zixun stood up with a gloomy face and was about to go out.

He was angry for a night, waited for a night hungry, and tossed and turned after thinking about it! He was still worried about what she was doing, and he was afraid that he would slam the door and make her sad, he ...... He's a joke!

The more Song Zixun thought about it, the more angry he felt, he turned his head and stared hatefully at the spring rolls on Du Rongzhi's chopsticks, and said deliberately, "Last night, I told my grandmother that you were very afraid of Sister Guan'er, and you secretly cried for a long time when you came back. His gaze swept over her radiant, white and red cheeks, and said coldly, "You can pretend to be good." ”

"......" Du Rongzhi choked him, but finally put down the chopsticks in his hand.

"Yes." She nodded obediently and smiled gently, "I know, I'll be careful in a moment...... Rest assured. ”

Song Zixun snorted coldly and walked away.

Qinghe looked at his back and just wanted to stroke his forehead...... She stepped forward and said carefully, "Young lady...... Do you still eat this breakfast? ”

"Eat, why don't you eat." Du Rongzhi picked up the chopsticks slowly, picked up the spring roll just now and took a bite, "Only when you are full will you be in the mood to see the excitement!" ”

Qinghe sighed helplessly, she was a little pitiful to the eldest young master now......

But I heard Du Rongzhi mutter, "What did he mean by his last words?" Do you think I'm looking too good today? ”