"I can't sleep." Qingyun blushed shyly, and in front of a room of people, she lowered her head shyly.

"I'll come over and talk to you in a moment." Lin Xu Ao squatted down and hugged Doubao and asked him if he had breakfast.

The people in the room were stunned with wide eyes as if they had seen something new and strange.

Liu Yanping, who was sleeping in a chair, opened his sleepy eyes and found that everyone was stretching their necks to look at the door, but he saw Song Qingyun.

Song Qingyun gave birth to a son to Prince Jing, and the entire palace was up to him, Jiang Jue and Su Yi knew that for the past three days, he had been curious about who the woman in the West House was, but he didn't dare to guess Song Qingyun.

Qingyun took Doubao's hand and said nervously to Lin Xuao, "I came to ask when you are leaving." ”

She was not used to being stared at by dozens of pairs of eyes, and without waiting for Lin Xuao to answer herself, she said to herself, "Let's go, I'll pack up my things and get in the car first." ”

After speaking, she picked up Doubao and walked out, leaving Lin Xuao, who was stunned, and it took a while to react.

In less than half a pillar of incense, Lin Xuao, who was wearing a white robe covered with a moon, was surrounded and walked out of the farmhouse. Qingyun, who was waiting in the car, inadvertently looked at the door, and the rare sunlight in winter hit Lin Xuao's body, quickly making the momentum around him dazzling.

Song Qingyun was stunned, she was attracted by Lin Xuao's natural momentum of an invincible king, and she couldn't take her eyes off at all, until Lin Xuao felt the burning gaze from her, and when she looked at her carriage, she hurriedly lowered the curtain, her heart was pounding, and her face was crimson.

Lin Xuao did not change her appearance, and appeared with the elegant and noble appearance when she met him at the beginning, and in a trance she felt that something was wrong, and there seemed to be a more vivid face in her memory, which flashed from her mind.

After entering the official road, those who came to deliver the letter separated from Lin Xuao one after another, passing through a small town and buying a carriage for Liu Yanping to sit on, occasionally Lin Xuao would give up riding a horse and sit in the carriage in front, Qingyun knew that he was discussing the war situation.

The battle situation is not optimistic, there have been people along the way to deliver letters, without exception, they are all dusty, people and horses are tired to the limit, Song Qingyun saw it in his eyes, and his mood was depressed day by day.

No matter when and where, war is cruel to ordinary people like her.

Not only war, but also in the face of natural disasters, no matter how powerful people are, they become small and insignificant. In the rural towns and towns that we passed along the way, there were many poor people who came out to ask for food, and most of them were thinly clothed, tattered, and dragged their families with them.

If the children accidentally contracted the plague, they would basically be condemned to death, and they would be abandoned by their families in the snow waiting for death to come.

Song Qingyun didn't dare to let Doubao see this scene at all, she herself climbed out of the hard days and knew the hardships of the days.

In order not to become an insensitive person, gradually Qingyun began to gather around Lin Xuao to serve him tea and pour water while taking care of Doubao.

This should have been done by Su Yi, but when she first wanted to stop Qingyun and let her go down to rest, she was dragged by Liu Yanping, who had already married a wife, and dragged her out of the inn's room, leaving space for the two of them.

Song Qingyun didn't notice the small movements of the two, she didn't have any selfish intentions when she came in to deliver food to Lin Xuao, she just cared about him, and she just apologized for pretending to be sick a few days ago.

Lin Xuao, who was immersed in affairs, didn't know that he was the person who came in, and when he was in a hurry for days and dealing with the border war day and night, he had exhausted most of Lin Xuao's energy.

The temperature in the room of the inn was very low, and Lin Xuao, who was a little tired, couldn't help coughing a few times, and was about to pick up the pen to make notes, but the pen in his hand was taken away.

In Lin Xuao's life, no one has ever dared to be so casual, he couldn't help frowning, raised his head, and a beauty without powder appeared in his eyes.

“…… Light clouds? Lin Xuao looked at her in astonishment, who made her angry? With a small pink mouth and black eyes full of dissatisfaction, he sat up nervously and looked her up and down.

"Lord Lin, what do you think I'm doing? Eat!"

Song Qingyun was really angry, knowing that he was busy with official business and had a lot of opportunities, but he couldn't skip eating, right? She shouted several times and Lin Xu Ao ignored it, so Song Qingyun, who was a little proud, directly took the brush in his hand away.

Rice? Lin Xu Ao lowered his eyes blankly, and there were two dishes, a soup, and a bowl of rice on the tray.

"Su Yi said that you didn't eat in the morning or at noon, so I borrowed the kitchen of the inn to make two dishes for you, people are iron rice and steel, and only when you are full can you have the strength to deal with things, don't be stunned, eat it while it's hot, and tell you that my cooking skills are much better than the chefs here."

After being stunned for a long time, Lin Xuao mechanically took the chopsticks that Qingyun stuffed into his hand, and then as if he was manipulated, he quickly ate all the meals in the tray.

The moment he put down the bowl, he still stared at Qingyun dangling in front of him in disbelief, as if the two of them were at home in Liujiacun, and Qingyun, who loved to lose his temper, kept complaining about this and that.

What she complained about was that things were not arranged neatly according to her ideas, so soon the messy room was picked up by her, and it was suddenly a lot warmer, and the long-lost happiness surrounded Lin Xu Ao again, making him feel unreal.

"Lord Lin, I think you better rest early."

After cleaning up the house, Qingyun sat opposite him worriedly, from the time she came in to the present, Lin Xuao's eyes were straight and there was no initiative, she was talking to herself and trying to find a topic to relieve the embarrassment, he was not like this before.

"Lord Lin?" Qingyun stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, finally bringing Lin Xuao back to reality.

When you feel out of reach of something and desperately want to have it, one day it suddenly comes to you, it will always make people feel unreal, unrealistic, for fear that you will scare it away if you make a noise.

Lin Xu Ao felt this way, and it wasn't until a black shadow shook in front of him that he really felt that the light cloud did not appear in his hallucination.

"I'm fine, thank you." Lin Xu Ao quietly pinched himself, once again confirmed that it was not a dream, and immediately said with soft eyebrows.

"I don't see it well, I'll call Suyi to come in and serve you, rest early." Qingyun stood up and went out with a tray, and when she saw Su Yi, she asked her to prepare hot water, saying that Lord Lin wanted to rest.

Su Yiben didn't believe it, but after she called for hot water, she found that the prince was already waiting there, busy waiting for him to change clothes and wash.

"Suyi, I had dinner just now."

Su Yi was stunned, and looked at King Jing with wide eyes and puzzlement.

"Qingyun let me eat." King Jing's eyebrows were full of smiles, but this kind of smile was a little silly in Su Yi's eyes.

The prince couldn't wait to sprinkle dog food on her, it was so immoral.

For the first time, King Jing slept the most comfortable sleep in months, and he had no dreams all night. Fupin Chinese