Yuan Heng immediately stood up and smiled very naturally, "Oh, I accompanied the fifth prince Bai two days ago, and I didn't see anything, but today I came to help my mother repay her vows, and I came to see it by the way." ”

Song Zhao looked and looked between Yuan Heng and Qingrong suspiciously, and Qingrong's heart was pounding.

Yuan Heng smiled politely and said, "Since it's inconvenient today, I'd better wait for the fifth prince to come back another day." ”

Song Zhao smiled shyly, blocked Yuan Heng's way, and said, "It just so happens that I'm here for the first time, let's go shopping together?" ”

Yuan Heng still wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he felt that he was afraid that he would make Song Zhao even more suspicious, so he silently agreed.

Song Zhao smiled and sat beside Qingrong and said, "Since you are the master, you should lead us around." ”

Qingrong unworthy refused: "It's not repaired, what is there to shop." I've had enough of the past two days, and I'm not happy to go any more. ”

Song Zhao didn't force him, he only smiled and went with Yuan Heng.

Qingrong was uncomfortable, and hurriedly sent Mei Rui to follow, so he was barely relieved.

Song Zhao suddenly bumped into her and Yuan Heng, which made her feel empty for most of the day, and she was absent-minded all morning.

I have to admit that her psychological quality is not up to par in this regard, which shows that not everyone deserves a "talent" like Pan Jinlian.

After thinking about it for a while, I suddenly heard footsteps outside the door. Qingrong hurriedly picked up the pen again and hurriedly dipped it in ink.

When Song Zhao opened the curtain and entered the door, Qingrong just buried his head in painting and didn't look at him. Song Zhao went directly to the Luohan couch and sat cross-legged opposite Qingrong.

His knee happened to meet the paper ball that Qingrong threw under the table, he opened the paper ball, and saw that there was a room painted on it, the lines were very finely delineated, but there was a large ball of ink in the middle, and the ink that had not dried was stained on his hands.

Song Zhao rubbed the ink on his hand indiscriminately, looked at Qingrong with his hand on his chin, and asked with a smile: "How good is this painting, how did it get a ball of ink?" ”

"Where's Brother Yuan?" Qingrong opened his mouth casually, and still called Yuan Heng as before.

Song Zhao said: "Before I was halfway there, the people left, saying that there was still something to do." It was about the wrong time for me to come and embarrassed him. ”

Qingrong listened to his unkind words, and subconsciously looked up, and saw Song Zhao's white and handsome face rubbed with black ink.

Probably because of his weak heart, Qingrong smiled patiently and gently at Song Zhao, and said, "The prince is twenty-five or six, why do you still look like a fool?" If you have ink on your hands and don't let people wipe it, you can wipe it on your face? ”

When Song Zhao heard this, he immediately subconsciously wiped his cheeks with his hands, and the more he wiped his face, the darker it became.

Qingrong couldn't stop laughing, and told Fu Cui to fetch water, leaning forward and raising his hand to wipe Song Zhao's cheeks.

Her hands were slippery and a little cold, but the inexplicable warmth ran down Song Zhao's fingertips and drilled directly into his heart.

The faces of the two were close to each other, Qingrong didn't feel anything, and he rubbed the ink meticulously for him, but Song Zhao was stiff and uncomfortable.

When Fucui entered the door, Qingrong stopped. Song Zhao washed his face with water indiscriminately, and never mentioned how Yuan Heng was.

Qingrong's heart was furious, and he continued to bow his head and draw pictures as if nothing had happened.

The two of them were absent-minded, and remained silent until lunch.

"You don't want to take it with you at home, what are you doing here?" Qingrong asked as he picked up the dishes.

Song Zhao took a piece of shrimp from his plate, put it on Qingrong's plate, and asked Qingrong rhetorically: "If you are allowed to hide, I will hide if you don't want to?" ”

"You're hiding?" Qingrong laughed and asked jokingly: "I'm afraid that my heart is in a hurry, and I can't wait to get married tomorrow." ”

Song Zhao smiled awkwardly, didn't reply, and only lowered his head to drink the soup. Qingrong didn't say much, the two of them finished their meal silently for a while, Fucui led people to remove the dishes, and Mei Rui waited for the two to rinse their mouths after serving the tea and serving the two of them, and then they all retreated, leaving the two to talk.

Qingrong remembered what Runrong had asked her the day before yesterday, took a sip of tea slowly, and asked curiously, "What are you doing with the five princes now?" I see that the five princes have nothing to do, right? ”

Song Zhao didn't expect Qingrong to be curious about these things, and after thinking about it, he said: "Your Highness can now go to the court to watch the government, although the people who are sent are all bits and pieces, but in the end there are some things to do." ”

Qingrong said with a smile: "If the five highnesses can only be idle, you will be even more idle, eating melons and watching the excitement, right?" ”

Song Zhao was in a situation when he was told by Qing Rong, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. His eyes immediately sharpened, and he obviously revealed a bit of displeasure and anger.

Qingrong has seen this kind of hostile expression a few times, but when he comes back, he finds that he is just a paper tiger, and Qingrong is not afraid.

"What's the matter, teach me to talk about the main thing, and I'm annoyed and angry?" Qingrong stared at Song Zhao with a smile on his face, with an expression to see what kind of expression you can treat me.

Song Zhao was deflated, and his eyes softened again. But with a kind of depressed silence around him, he smiled bitterly: "Just like you said, the emperor favors Li Guifei and scatters the five princes and our family." ”

Qingrong disagreed, "But the emperor is still using the third uncle, and he has been reusing it for so long." ”

Song Zhao shook his head, his expression was solemn, and he changed his usual cynical appearance, as if he had changed someone, "What do you know......"

"It's hot to death!"

Song Zhao didn't finish his words when he was suddenly interrupted by a voice outside the door. Runrong and the county lord of Huatang lifted the curtain and entered the door, and saw the young couple sitting opposite each other and talking. I couldn't help but be stunned, and the atmosphere in the room immediately became awkward.

Runrong didn't have a good impression of Song Zhao, his smile was sluggish, and he asked Song Zhao in a weird manner, "The son of the world is not at home and is busy marrying a little cousin, what are you doing here." ”

Song Zhao didn't care about Runrong's attack status, and said with a smile: "I heard that this is a good place for you to hide, so I'll hide too." ”

The lord of Huatang didn't like Song Zhao, and he felt that he would spoil his concubine and kill his wife sooner or later, and he would be indifferent to him.

Song Zhao is a discerning person, and he doesn't stay here to find himself bored. Instead, he got up and said that he was going to Longquan Temple for a walk, and immediately went out.

Runrong stood by the door, lifted the curtain, and saw Song Zhao coming out of the courtyard, so he turned around and asked Qingrong while walking, "When did he come and why did he come?" ”

Qingrong said: "I came here in the morning, I saw that most of it was for Guan Heqiu's marriage contract, without that thing, he wouldn't be able to get married." ”

The county lord of Huatang gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "If you don't give it to him, you just press him like this, and you have to wait for Guan Heqiu's belly to see it, and he is nodding." Let everyone in the capital see what kind of person Song Zhao is and what kind of family the Song family is. ”

Qingrong pursed his lips and smiled, but he didn't agree or veto, he only asked Runrong and the county lord of Huatang how things were going. The three of them didn't have time to discuss Song Zhao anymore, and only discussed the decoration and personnel arrangements in the hall.

It wasn't until dusk, when it was time to eat, that Song Zhao actually came back from Longquan Temple.

Runrong saw him, and almost didn't spit on him with a sip of tea.

"You're not leaving?" Runrong opened his mouth coldly.

Song Zhao laughed and said, "My wife is still here, where can I go?" ”

When Qingrong heard what he said, he almost spilled most of the sketches with a big ink dot.

The four of them had dinner together, and saw that Song Zhao still had no intention of leaving.

Because the Zhuangzi has not yet been built, everywhere is still very simple. Since there was no place where Song Zhao lived alone, Qingrong and Runrong originally lived in the main house in the front yard, and the county lord of Huatang lived in the back cover room by himself. Now that Song Zhao is here, Runrong has to give way to Song Zhao.

After the wedding night, Qingrong was in the same room with Song Zhao for the first time at night, and then they had to share the same bed.

Fu Cui made a bed for the two of them, and Qingrong deliberately covered his ears and put a quilt in the middle.

Song Zhao looked at her nervous expression for a long time, and couldn't help laughing, "What's the use of you getting this thing?" Who can stop it? ”

Qingrong said generously: "Prevent the gentleman and not the villain, the boundary is in the heart." If you love your cousin so much, you will never be sorry for her, otherwise you would not have only one child at your age. ”

Song Zhao sneered, "You believe me." ”

Qingrong glanced at him and said lightly: "I don't believe in you, I believe in Guan Heqiu." ”

Song Zhao didn't say anything, and lay down on his side slowly. He propped his head with both hands, saw that the light was out, and said, "You should be careful not to trip, if you stumble and fall on me, I can't guarantee that you will be able to sit still." ”

Qingrong snorted lightly, slowly crawled back to his side, and said coldly: "Shut up and sleep!" ”

Song Zhao smiled softly, causing Qingrong to blush slightly.

The two of them lay side by side across a quilt like this, quietly without anyone speaking.

Qingrong was uncomfortable in the end, he couldn't fall asleep after turning left and right, and remembered what Song Zhao was going to say during the day, so he asked in a low voice, "Did you sleep?" ”

Song Zhao said: "No. ”

Qingrong turned sideways in a low voice, and in the darkness he could see the outline of Song Zhao's arm pressed under his head.

"What did you say I knew during the day, but the rest of the words were interrupted by Runrong, what were you going to say?"

Song Zhao was harmonious and said lazily: "Interrupt, interrupt, what are you asking for?" ”

Qingrong pursed his lips and said, "You said that the emperor reuses the third uncle, is it possible that there is another purpose?" ”

Song Zhao asked Qingrong, "What do you think?" ”

Qingrong told Song Zhao again, "What other purpose can there be, deliberately split the Song family." Give the third uncle the right, and let you, a person who has no talent, no virtue and cannot serve the public, inherit the title of duke. The higher the third uncle's merit and power, the more dissatisfied he is with you to inherit the title of Duke of Wei. ”

Song Zhao hummed, "You're right about that." ”

Qingrong said curiously: "Could it be that there is something else?" ”

Song Zhao sneered again and again, "If all the men of our Song family can die on the battlefield like my father, it is the most in line with the emperor's wishes." ”

His voice was particularly bleak and cold, and his words seemed to be wrapped in layers of conspiracy, and the arrows were released through the clouds and the moon, shooting in front of Qingrong, making Qingrong suddenly tremble, and he felt a little crazy in the middle of the night.

She subconsciously wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and asked Song Zhao, "What do you mean?" ”