Song Zhao returned in vain in Shouxi Hall, and he didn't dare to tell Guan Heqiu the truth, so he pondered and pondered, and he had to do it in Haitang Courtyard under the banner of Qingrong.

Can you clear your face, can you agree?

In the evening, Song Zhao did not go to the Wind Lotus Courtyard, but went to the study alone. He couldn't help but want to silently look up to the sky and cry, how could he be a prince of the Duke of Wei's mansion to such a miserable situation.

Song Zhao looked at Qingrong's full appearance of having something to do, busy and busy, and unprecedented anxiety and hesitation suddenly rose in his heart. Unable to sit still in the house, Song Zhao pondered and pondered, and went out of the house to find a Lu nationality to drink.

Lu Ji's three sentences are inseparable from Qingrong, and it is really a great thing to praise Qingrong's idea of saving the families of military martyrs.

Song Zhao felt that he hadn't found any good in Qingrong these days, and it seemed that Lu Ji had seen it.

Looking at Lu Ji's praise-filled appearance, Song Zhao once wondered if Lu Ji was bought by Qingrong.

Every time Lu Ji mentioned Qingrong, Song Zhao poured a glass of wine, and when the wine was finished, Song Zhao began to shake when he walked.

Lu Ji was also drunk, and the two broke up, and they were helped back to their respective homes by the little girl.

"Go, go to Begonia Courtyard."

As soon as he returned home, Song Zhao shouted that he wanted to go to Qingrong.

At this time, the lights had been turned off everywhere, and Song Lin didn't dare to sleep with Qingrong, so he kindly reminded Song Zhao: "The young lady hasn't paid attention to you for a few days, not to mention that at this hour, I'm afraid that they will all fall asleep, right?" ”

Song Zhao ignored it, and shouted: "Go to Begonia Courtyard, Begonia Courtyard, Lord is going to Haitang Courtyard!" ”

Song Lin couldn't stop it, pouted and said, "Master, you have to remember, it was you who had to hit the young lady's muzzle in the middle of the night, but it wasn't that I didn't stop you, I really couldn't stop it." ”

Song Zhao said: "Where is so much nonsense! ”

Song Lin took a few small servants, didn't dare to support Song Zhao sloppily, and took Song Zhao to the Begonia Courtyard. The light in the room was dim, and it was impossible to tell whether the young lady was asleep or not.

Hearing the sound outside the hospital, Fucui and Yincui, who were on duty at night, pushed the door to see, and saw Song Zhao drunkenly walking with the word "zhi", and both of them felt very funny.

Qingrong was lying on the bed reading a book in modern satin pajamas and pajamas, and when he heard the voice outside, he asked Fu Cui, "Who is it?" ”

Fu Cui smiled: "It's the prince of the world, it seems that he has drunk too much." The slave maid asked him to prepare the decanting soup! ”

Qingrong said: "You don't have to go, let him go to the Wind Lotus Courtyard, who knows what kind of drunkenness he wants to sprinkle with me, don't accept it!" ”

Fucui stood at the door a little contradictory, not closing the door, nor opening the door.

At this time, Song Zhao had already arrived at the door, and said loudly: "Open the door, the master is here." ”

Yin Cui said calmly: "Lord Shizi, the young lady is asleep, please go to the Wind Lotus Courtyard." ”

Song Zhao deliberately knocked on the door as if he hadn't heard it, and the sound of "bang" almost woke up half of the Xi'er Mansion, "Open the door, Qingrong, open the door for me, I, I just want to talk to you." ”

Qingrong listened to a softer tone, not like looking for fault, but a little curious, she got up and pulled the satin soft-soled embroidered shoes, her black hair poured down, and the whole person looked extraordinarily tranquil and lazy.

Song Zhao drank wine, his cheeks were red, and he was smiling. His dazzling little white face can even exude a simple and loyal dog temperament.

Seeing that Qingrong had come out, Fu Cui asked in a low voice, "Young lady, are you going to prepare a decanting soup?" ”

Qingrong shook his head, he still didn't mean to take Song Zhao in, he just clasped his hands together, looked at Song Zhao for a long time, and said, "Say whatever you want to say, I'm sleepy." ”

Song Zhao looked in pitifully and said unhappily: "Why don't you let me in, I'm weird and uncomfortable." ”

Qingrong was unmoved, "Go to the Wind Lotus Courtyard, Aunt Guan is waiting!" ”

Song Zhao said aggrievedly: "But I just want to come here, I just want to talk to you." You are my wife, and this is my main house. ”

Song Zhao said, directly set aside the drink cui in front of him, he stumbled a little under his feet, and at the same time as he pushed the drink cui away, he almost fell, Qingrong subconsciously raised his hand to help him, sighed, and said: "Go and prepare a sobering soup for the prince, and get some water." ”

Yin Cui and the others hurriedly instructed the sprinkler girl on duty outside the courtyard to prepare, and everyone in the Begonia Courtyard immediately got busy, fetching water and boiling water.

Yin Cui helped Qingrong help Song Zhao into the room, and everyone paid attention to the smile hidden on Song Zhao's lips.

Qingrong helped him on the Luohan couch and personally untied Song Zhao's clothes.

Song Zhao opened his eyes, looked at Qingrong with a flushed face, and said, "You let them go down, just the two of us talking." ”

His voice was soft, not like he was trying to find fault with him.

Qingrong glanced up at Yin Cui and said, "Let them quickly bring the water and decanting soup." ”

Drink Cui said yes, and the blessed body withdrew.

Song Zhao patted Qingrong's hand to unbutton, naturally held Qingrong's hand, put his face on Qingrong's hand, and said, "I'm so hot, why are your hands so cold." ”

Qingrong said quietly: "That's it for beating children." As she spoke, she was about to withdraw her hand from Song Zhao's hand.

Song Zhao didn't let go, but opened his eyes, stared at Qingrong intently, and said: "When you were a child, you were soft and glutinous, like a rice ball, Yuxue is cute." ”

Qingrong couldn't help but scoff at his description, "Like where the rice balls are good, anyone can poke two chopsticks and bite twice." ”

Song Zhao looked at her white and beautiful face, looked into her eyes, and wanted to see this little girl clearly.

"Qingrong, you, what kind of person are you?"

Qingrong looked at Song Zhao suspiciously, she always felt that he didn't seem to be very drunk.

At this time, Yin Cui pushed the door in, quietly put the basin of water and towel on the embroidery pier beside Qingrong, and quietly retreated.

Song Zhao's eyes became confused again, Qingrong twisted his handkerchief, and wiped his face for Song Zhao.

Song Zhao said to himself: "When I was in the Shen family in the past, I saw that you were an oppressed and cruel concubine, and you were really cowardly. But when you think about it, it doesn't seem to be like this. Ling Rong bullied you, and you can always go around and return the pits set up for you. Runrong bullied you, but in the end she treated you like a sister. Your life in the Shen family is not good, but you yourself seem to have made this life no worse. I sometimes think that if I were a different person, I might not be able to be like you. ”

Qingrong never thought about this kind of hypothetical thing, she knew that Song Zhao was talking drunk, and she had nothing to say about it, so she only smiled lazily and said, "This is a false praise." ”

Song Zhao said again: "Later, I was bullied like that in the Shen family, and you desperately wanted to escape." Qingrong, you live really seriously. ”

Qingrong smiled and asked Song Zhao rhetorically: "Who doesn't live seriously?" ”

Song Zhao also smiled, "I'm not serious about living." ”

Qingrong was a little sympathetic to Song Zhao, and did not interrupt him, only smiled slightly.

Song Zhao looked at Qingrong with a serious expression and said, "Look, you married into the Wei Mansion, and the situation of the two of us is actually the same." Our family is destined to be marginalized by the emperor, as long as the emperor is alive, as long as the Li family is in power, my family is afraid that we will never be able to live a good life. ”

Qingrong comforted him and said, "Isn't this a matter of the future?" ”

Song Zhao said: "It's not coming to Japan, why do you have to live so hard and so seriously in front of you?" Qingrong, I don't understand you. ”

Is she hard and serious? That's probably because the workplace pressure of her previous life was written into the depths of her soul, so she has the same sense of crisis and anxiety about what she does in this life.

Qingrong couldn't answer Song Zhao, so he only smiled perfunctorily: "You don't have to understand me." ”

Song Zhao held Qingrong's hand tightly and said, "I, I want to understand you." I want to know, what do you think. The two of us are in the same situation, but you don't seem to be afraid of anything, and you just let it go and do it, and you don't care about the result. But I didn't dare, I was destined to be a waste person by birth, I originally accepted it and accepted my fate. But when I saw you, I couldn't help but feel that I was really useless. ”

Qingrong understands Song Zhao's anxiety, of course he is unwilling, he is the son of the once famous general of Zhenguo, his body is flowing with the blood of loyalty to the country, although the current emperor is not worthy of serving the country with loyalty, Song Zhao will still feel pity and unwillingness.

Qingrong is also a pity, Song Zhao is a smart and capable person, and he is born different from those who only know wine and wealth.

Qingrong felt uncomfortable in his heart, and pulled out his hand again, and said while dipping the veil: "It's not early, you have to go to the forbidden military camp tomorrow." ”

Song Zhao muttered again: "When you do this, don't you think that the emperor is afraid of our family all the time?" ”

Qingrong smiled and said, "I am a woman, no matter how great my ability is, the emperor will not take me seriously." In the eyes of the emperor and the queen mother, I am just a layman who is greedy for money and fame. ”

Song Zhao was a little confused and confused, "Qingrong, what do you say I should do?" Like this all my life, waiting for one day I will inherit the Guogong Mansion, wait for Concubine Li Guifei's son to inherit the throne, and attack our Song family, or, watch the Song family decline. ”

Qingrong shook his head and said, "Song Zhao, you can do what you want." Do everything you can with your ability. The emperor wants to uproot the Song family, and he will not let the Song family go just because you are a fool. Perhaps, you should be a person who can support the Song family on one shoulder when it is in decline. Song Zhao, you're actually just a fool on the surface, right? You also know in your heart, but you are always hesitant and always uncertain. ”

Qingrong didn't look at Song Zhao when she said this, she kept turning her back, her hands dipping in the basin and rubbing the handkerchief. She didn't see the bright color in Song Zhao's eyes.

The feeling of finally finding someone who understands themselves, who understands themselves.

Song Zhao didn't speak, still pretending to be drunk.

Qingrong turned to look at Song Zhao and said, "But there are many kinds of fools on the surface, in fact, you can do it more advanced." ”

This sentence made Song Zhao's slightly drunkenness completely disperse, and he almost betrayed himself to sit up.

"How advanced?"