The flush on her cheeks and ears never subsided, half ashamed, half angry. She didn't understand why she had to do things that she could do with her hands alone.

Song Huaci's stubborn posture is fully revealed, Meng Zhaoyan knows that she has her own tough side, not the kind of person who is waiting for you to play with her but doesn't know how to resist, just look at the fate of Miss Song and Meng Lianfeng before. He didn't want to go too far, so he gave up.

But tonight he knew that this usually sharp-toothed and resourceful Miss Song Si was so shy that it was like this, which evoked something inexplicable in his heart, and that feeling of hearty laughter he hadn't had for many years, but now, he was inexplicably hung out by the Song Painting Temple.

Meng Zhaoyan sighed in his heart, but he was also more determined, he was determined to keep the Song Painting Temple by his side, whether it was the imperial concubine or his allies, he would definitely keep her.

This is rare, and Meng Zhaoyan silently left it in his heart.

I didn't feel Meng Zhaoyan's next move for a long time, Song Huaci consciously opened her eyes, and when she opened her eyes, she happened to bump into Meng Zhaoyan's eyes full of smiles, which seemed to be as bright as starry sky, and the ink was white light.

Song Huaci was in a trance, and scolded with a stiff face: "Okay, I don't know how to call me, let me stand here like a fool." ”

Meng Zhaoyan didn't speak, only looked at her silently and with a smile.

He naturally saw the momentary change in the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, but he didn't dare to think about it, for fear that he would be even more disappointed when he turned around after being happy. The same is true of the scene in the carriage, the Song Painting Temple's rejection of him could not be more obvious, although he did not show it on his face, but he was extremely disappointed in his heart.

"Since Your Highness has finished changing clothes, let's hurry up and wash up and go to bed, it's not too late, Your Highness is not sleeping well, you should pay more attention." Song Huaci almost bit his tongue incoherently, but he still remembered Meng Zhaoyan's insomnia, I don't know if it is used to block the card at this moment, or if I can worry about it in my heart, so I naturally told it at this moment.

She turned around, avoided Meng Zhaoyan's scorching gaze, walked straight to the screen, and ordered her subordinates to bring the toiletries, and then the two maidservants lowered their heads and stepped on the shelves on the side of the utensils, and they didn't dare to sweep the scene in the house.

Song Huaci waved his hand to signal them to retreat, and then sorted out his emotions and took care of Meng Zhaoyan, who had been hanging out for a while.

"Your Highness, come and wash up." The Song Painting Temple was conscientious, served the wide clothes, and naturally had to serve the washing, so as not to block her with words from Meng Zhaoyan again.

However, the posture of the Song Painting Temple was extremely problematic, she was like a servant girl who had just served, staring at the ground with her neck stiff, and did not look at Meng Zhaoyan, who was sitting silently in front of her.

Meng Zhaoyan knew that the Song Painting Temple was so troubled that he began to fight back, and he ignored him in his temper, he smiled in his heart, but his face was still serious, and he put on a word: "Don't make trouble with you, and don't treat me so coldly." ”

"I just want you to familiarize yourself with what to do between husband and wife, so as not to show it to others in the future."

"I know that!" Song Huaci finally raised his head to refute, and then his arrogance was only for a moment, and the next moment he lowered his head again, and said in a low voice: "But ......"

"But what?" Meng Zhaoyan suppressed a smile and asked.

"But you shouldn't hold on to me, this ...... It's really, really, so shameful! The girl's cheeks were dyed crimson again, and under the light of the candle flame, she really answered that sentence, and her face was like a peach blossom.

Meng Zhaoyan was amazed by this side, and when he saw Song Huaci glaring at him, he hurriedly explained: "I didn't mean it, you and I will play affection in front of outsiders for more time in the future, and now that I'm so shy, it makes me wonder what you should do in the future?" ”

Song Huaci knew that she couldn't talk to him in this regard, so she no longer argued with him, but said, "That's it, come and wash up." ”

Meng Zhaoyan no longer chased after her, moved his fingers, and the wheelchair slowly drove in the direction of the Song Painting Temple.

At a moment of silence, Song Huaci suddenly thought of the things in the night, and secretly thought in his heart, and said so many nonsense things to Meng Zhaoyan, almost forgetting the business.

Losing his mind is only a matter of a moment, but naturally he can't escape Meng Zhaoyan's sharp eyes, he has doubts in his heart but he doesn't say it, there are so many secrets on the Song Painting Temple that he can't count them, but as he said before, he wants the Song Painting Temple to tell him one by one willingly.

Meng Zhaoyan picked up the water to wash, his sharp eyebrows and eyes were lightly released, and his movements were elegant, Song Huaci waited silently on the side with a clean handkerchief, looking at him intently, not urging or hurrying, his attitude was natural and respectful, like a wife treating her husband, silence circulated between the two, but there was no embarrassment like Fang Cai.

The shadows of the two were carved on the wall under the candlelight, safe and beautiful.

Meng Zhaoyan walked to the side of the bed, propped his hands on the bed table, turned over to the bed, and his movements were skillful, he was already suffering from leg disease, and he already had his own set of actions for everything, usually without the help of outsiders.

But this scene fell in the eyes of the Song Painting Temple, but it made her feel a little sour.

Such an unwarranted disaster, but it was forced on him, how can the generation of doctors in the Song Painting Temple not be sad?

However, what Song Huaci didn't realize was that her grief was no longer from a doctor to a patient, or perhaps from something else, and she didn't know it.

The maidservant went in again and took the basin that they had washed, closed the window, took a few steps back, and then turned away.

Meng Zhaoyan was still calm, and when the Song Painting Temple came over after washing, he patted the bed on his side, his eyebrows were already soft, and he joked with a smile: "Ancestral Hall, come and go to bed quickly, I have been waiting for my husband for a long time." ”

Song Huaci's face turned red when he heard this, and his steps paused, and he inexplicably had the idea of leaving quickly, thinking that this person was really not ashamed.

She sighed in her heart and said helplessly: "Meng Zhaoyan, you are my good highness, could it be that the graceful, humble and gentleman-like character in front of outsiders is such a cheeky face in private?" Can't you let me sleep soundly? ”

Meng Zhaoyan put his hands behind his head, laughed uncomfortably, and responded: "It's just that it's like this in front of my beloved ancestral hall, and the ancestral hall is not happy, but disgusted to be a husband." ”

"Well, I can't talk about you, this is coming." Song Huaci shook his head and walked closer, but he couldn't suppress the burning of his cheeks.

Meng Zhaoyan is not obvious on his face, but he has his own measure in his heart.

He can't say that what he did was his intention, in order to satisfy the emotions in his heart for a moment, and to let his ancestral hall further adapt to the relationship between the two, and no longer be so alien and strange.

Meng Zhaoyan sighed silently, didn't say anything more, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

When the Song Painting Temple lay down on the bed, the maidservants guarding the outer hall quietly entered the inner hall, crossed the screen, and snuffed out the lamp.

It was a noisy and harmonious room, and the atmosphere was harmonious, and it suddenly fell into the dark night.

When the palace was built, Meng Zhaoyan deliberately arranged that the inner hall was all pounced on the earth dragon, and the night in early spring was still cold, and the earth dragon was burning, so the two naturally did not feel the cold.