Chapter Eighty-Three: Involuntarily Dependent on Him

If Aunt Fu was injured in the past, and Song Zixun had nowhere else to go, then being as inseparable as she is now, she can really be regarded as a special room and a special pet.

Mama An and the others were naturally happy to see it, and seeing that Du Rongzhi's face was always light, she didn't show great joy, thinking that she was still angry about Song Zixun's going to Fu's house, and couldn't help but persuade her when no one was around, "Ye just passed over occasionally, and he was mostly afraid that the people in the yard would be slacking off after a long time, so he deliberately made a show...... When didn't you come back with a meal? You are now a person with a double body, you must relax your heart, otherwise in the future, Young Master Sun will be born, I am afraid that you will be stingy! ”

Du Rongzhi couldn't help laughing when she heard this, "What does the master think, Mama seems to know better than him." He waved his hand indifferently, "I understand the reason, Mama doesn't have to worry about me." ”

She actually understands the reason: don't look at Song Zixun's young age, but this person has always attached the most importance to the rules of his ancestors. He knew very well what it would mean to him if his eldest son was not a concubine. In her previous life, her stomach did not move for several years after she entered the door, and the decoction from several aunts was never broken. What's more, she is still pregnant?

If this baby is a boy, it is Song Zixun's eldest son, the eldest grandson of the Guogong Mansion, he naturally has to hold it now, let her be happy every day, if it is a girl who is not satisfactory - let others live in front of her.

So no matter whether she is pregnant with a man or a woman, before the melon is ripe, Song Zixun will never do anything that makes her unhappy - she still has confidence in Song Zixun.

But despite that, Du Rongzhi was still unhappy in her heart. It's not that she cares much about Song Zixun, and she can't see him being good with other women, it's really that this person just confessed sweetly in front of her, and then Song Yun fanned the yin wind in her ears and lit a ghost fire, so he ran to Fu Jingrou to show goodwill...... It's really despised.

If she could be more honest with herself, she might have admitted that there was actually a more important reason why she was so angry-

She has unconsciously begun to rely on Song Zixun again. Especially after being frightened by the snowball, as soon as he woke up, he found that Song Zixun had left everything behind to guard himself...... It would be impossible to say that she was not touched in the slightest way.

But it was precisely because of the touch that he went to find Fu Jingrou later that made her even more angry and looked down on her.

But there is no need to talk about this now.

Du Rongzhi had no choice but to say to Mama An: "Am I not good to him?" If it's still not good enough, it's better in the future. After that, he turned his head angrily and refused to say anything more.

Mama An knew that Du Rongzhi was a petty offender, and she didn't dare to persuade her again, so she hurriedly and happily mentioned some other things to distract her, and Du Rongzhi really quickly forgot about the previous matter.

So when Song Zixun came back in the evening, Du Rongzhi reluctantly cheered up and consciously treated him with a gentler and brighter smile than before.

- On the contrary, Song Zixun is very unaccustomed to it.

Waiting for Mama An to go down to see Du Rongzhi's medicine, Song Zixun deliberately quipped, "Didn't you scavenge good things from someone today?" Seeing that you couldn't even smile from ear to ear this night......" he paused, poking her cheek and laughing, "Aren't you tired cheeks?" ”

Du Rongzhi suddenly froze.

Is she smiling from ear to ear?! Isn't that gentle and petty, with a low brow and a pleasant smile? I knew that I shouldn't have listened to Mama An, but now it's good, this fart has been slapped on the horse's hooves!

Du Rongzhi puffed up and said, "If you don't like it, you just don't laugh in the future." As he spoke, he was about to withdraw the hand that was being held by Song Zixun.

"I like it, why don't I like it?" Song Zixun simply held her tighter, and then took her in his arms, and said with a smile, "I just feel that you are different today from the past, so I just asked more." You're so stingy, and you have to worry about me? ”

In fact, he didn't know why Du Rongzhi was uncomfortable for a while. Since he came back from Fu's house that day, although she didn't say anything, she was still unhappy in the end. There was even a faint joy in his heart...... He liked the way she cared about him.

Du Rongzhi struggled twice in his arms again, seeing that he couldn't open the struggle, he also felt very bored in his heart, and couldn't help but say excitedly, "What's the matter?" The concubine body is like this. Even she didn't realize that she was much more comfortable and casual in front of Song Zixun than she was at the beginning...... Habits are such a scary thing.

Song Zixun didn't care at all. Du Rongzhi's expression when she was angry was very vivid, a little bit like when she was a child, and she was also very cute. Then he coaxed good-naturedly, "That's probably because I'm mistaken." Don't be angry...... I'll have to take medicine later. "If you take medicine when you're angry, the effect of the medicine will be greatly reduced.

The tone is as gentle as coaxing a child.

Du Rongzhi saw that Song Zixun's posture was so low, and she pursed her lips and couldn't say anything more. In real terms, she was the first to make trouble without reason...... So he softened his body, leaned on his arms and said, "There is nothing to ...... It's just that I'm stuffy in the house every day, and my mood can't help but be a little irritable, and sometimes I don't have a very good attitude towards you...... The concubine only wanted to make up for it today. "It's a mistake.

"I know you're not having a good time these days...... I've wronged you. Song Zixun said softly, and reached out to touch her hair again, and the movements were extremely gentle.

While the two of them were talking, they saw Mama An come in from outside with a tray on it, and there were two steaming medicine bowls and a plate of candied fruit on it.

Du Rongzhi frowned and said strangely, "Why are there two bowls?" ”

Mama An smiled, "There is also a bowl of master's." ”

Du Rongzhi couldn't help but look at Song Zixun, who nodded as expected.

It seems that she has been so distracted by Song Zixun lately, that she didn't even know that he was sick...... I couldn't help but whisper, "Are you feeling any discomfort?" The tone was full of apologies.

Song Zixun shook his head with a smile, "No." ”

Du Rongzhi was stunned. What medicine do you take if you are not sick?

I saw Mama An explain with a smile, "The weather has been hot and dry recently, and it is the most easy to get angry...... The slave thought that the master had been working very hard inside and out for a while, so she did it again. ”

While speaking, Song Zixun had already personally taken the medicine bowl from the tray, gave it to Du Rongzhi, and took the bowl that belonged to him, and said with a smile, "Aren't you always disgusted with medicine?" I won't be bitter with you. ”

Du Rongzhi glanced at his bowl, pouted disapprovingly, and said, "The concubine thinks you're delicious......

Song Zixun raised his eyebrows amusedly, "Why don't we change?" ”

Du Rongzhi said, "Okay." ”

"Hey," Mama An took it seriously, and hurriedly stopped with a straight face, "Young lady, don't be greedy for fun, how can medicine be mixed up?" He urged Du Rongzhi again, "Hurry up and drink the medicine, it will have no effect if it is cold." ”

Du Rongzhi winked at Song Zixun playfully, and then frowned, scooped the black medicinal juice with a spoon and put it into his mouth.

Song Zixun smiled when he saw this, and also picked up his bowl.

…… Mama An kindly watched Song Zixun drink the medicine in the bowl to the point where there was nothing left, and happily went down with the tray.