"Is Susui still out there?" Song Zhi was dripping with cold sweat, and he only felt cold on his back.

"Lord Sushui will definitely be here, is Madam having a nightmare? I'll go ask for news. The water chestnut got up and was about to go out, but was stopped by Song Zhi.

"Don't go." Song Zhi wiped the sweat on his face with his hand, and only felt a coldness, "No news is good news." ”

The water chestnut paused, turned around and wanted to help Song Zhi.

Song Zhi waved his hand, "If you don't want to look at the doctor, it's okay, so let's rest." I'll go and see the two little ones, and don't be like me, and sleep at the hour of supper. ”

"I prepared yam porridge for you month by month, and I just happened to serve it." As soon as the water chestnut's voice fell, he saw the moon walking in.

She obviously heard the words of the water chestnut, and continued: "I know that Madame has a poor appetite these days, so she only has a small cup, and she must be able to eat it all." ”

Song Zhi took it, took a few bites, and said, "Have the children eaten it?" ”

"The nurse has already fed the young lady, and the little boy has also eaten a bowl of chicken porridge and three pieces of egg crisp, and his appetite is better than that of the lady." Month by month.

Song Zhi sipped his lips wet with porridge, put down the porridge bowl, and said, "I'll go and see him." ”

Zhu Yue glanced at the porridge bowl that was only one finger wide, and had to say: "Then the slave asked Rosin Xiang to give you a bowl of clear soup and thin noodles?" ”

Song Zhi walked to the inner room and only said, "Besides, I'm not hungry." ”

Shen Ze, the child, is a heart-to-heart, and he lies on the bed and falls asleep after eating and drinking.

Song Zhi saw that one of his white and fat feet was exposed, and the quilt was held horizontally in his arms, so he had to take another thin blanket to cover his feet.

She saw that Shen Ze was sleeping soundly, but she was not sleepy, so she casually took a book from the bookshelf on the side.

This is a book that Kozuki in the middle of the lake already has, and I don't know who put it here.

When I opened it, it turned out to be a book about the terroir of the southwest.

Song Zhi couldn't help but think of Shen Baiyan's previous life as a dominator in the southwest, and he heard that the Wu clan was prevalent there, and the people were fierce, and he didn't know what kind of place it was.

Song Zhi watched intently until the cough sounded.

This cough sound penetrated Song Zhi's ears like thunder, and she subconsciously followed the sound to look over, only to see Shen Baiyan standing next to the curtain with his hands in his hands.

The dark and light blue cloak on his body had not yet been taken off, and there was a faint smell of blood, obviously coming back as soon as he was done, not wanting Song Zhi to worry.

In the dim light of the candlelight, his expression was as indifferent as usual, and he did not distinguish between joy and anger.

Shen Baiyan's deep gaze looked over, and it seemed to fall on the book in her hand, and then on her face, and then smiled slightly.

As soon as Song Zhi's hand was released, the book fell to the ground with a soft sound.

"You, you're back? Are you all right? Song Zhi suddenly felt like he was in a dream, stepped forward, and muttered.

"It's fine, it's just that when the people of the Eighth Prince entered Beijing, a large number of rogues took advantage of the chaos to enter, and the Enbo Mansion and the Taiwei Mansion were attacked by the rogues and killed a few people. Zhou decided to go home for emergency help, and his leg was also injured. However, compared to the people of the Eighth Prince, he was already lucky. Shen Baiyan took a step back, not wanting the blood stains on his body to stain Song Zhi.

Song Zhi only felt that he couldn't breathe, and hurriedly said, "Huh? That Sister Jiang......

"She's in Jiang's Mansion, not in Zhou's house, it's fine." Shen Baiyan knew what she meant, and hurriedly explained.

"Is it because their mansions are close to the periphery?" Song Zhi had seen something similar in the history books, if the powerful family was breached, the reputation of the female dependents of the family would not be saved.

"It's just a soft persimmon pinch. Zhou Jue is not on good terms with the Zhou family, and he is already looking for a house outside, and even his pregnant wife has been sent back to his parents' house to give birth, and the rest are all useless. However, Zhou Jue also regretted it very much, his mother was too frightened and was still in a coma. ”

Month by month, he hurriedly brought a dark cloak, Shen Baiyan changed it neatly, and said, "Burn this." ”

Moon Moon answered, picked up the blood-soaked cloak and went out.

Shen Baiyan sat down and drank the remaining cup of tea that Song Zhi had drunk in one gulp.

Song Zhi followed Shen Baiyan's contemplative gaze, only to see that he was looking intently at Shen Ze who was sleeping on the bed, as if he was thinking about something, and said, "What's wrong?" ”

"The emperor is dead, you must have guessed it." Shen Baiyan's gaze fell back on Song Zhi, and when he saw that her lips were chapped, he knew that she had worked hard in the past few days. "The news has come out, Prime Minister Lin Cheng has obtained the edict, and it will be read out tomorrow after all the royal relatives and nobles expire."

"The Eighth Prince......

"Dead." Shen Baiyan said, and suddenly chuckled weirdly, "Guess who did it?" ”

When Song Zhi saw Shen Baiyan's expression, he knew that this person must be unexpected, and after thinking about it for a long time, there was no result, so he could only shake his head.

"I only know today what it means to return to the light, it turns out that the struggle of a dying person can be so amazing." Shen Baiyan showed a hint of disgust on his face.

"Could it be that father and son are killing each other?" Speaking of dying people, isn't it Emperor Shun'an?

"Well, when the Eighth Prince came to the emperor's sickbed, Ruohui and I hid in the shadows, and captured him when he showed his true colors. He humiliated the emperor in every way, and was stabbed in the chest. Maybe he didn't expect that this dead man who described the withered corpse could have such great strength. ”

Shen Baiyan faced Song Zhi, but Yu Guang always paid attention to Shen Ze on the bed, seeing that he didn't know when he kicked off the quilt again, the soles of his feet were exposed, and his thumb moved slightly.

Song Zhi turned his head to look at Shen Ze, and seeing that he was still asleep, he came back to his senses and said to Shen Baiyan, and said with pity: "The seventeenth prince is only so big, I don't know if he will remember the appearance of the emperor in the future." ”

Shen Baiyan didn't answer, and when he said this, there was a hint of tiredness in his eyes.

"Would you like to get some sleep? When will my grandfather read the decree tomorrow? Are you taking the Seventeenth Prince with you? Song Zhi can't finish asking questions now, but he doesn't want Shen Baiyan to be too energetic.

Shen Baiyan helped Song Zhi brush a few strands of loose hair behind his ears, and said, "The outside is settled now, go back." It's better to sleep soundly. ”

Shen Baiyan picked up Shen Ze with the quilt, the little guy's eyelashes trembled slightly, he muttered something, and fell asleep again.

The group returned to the main courtyard, and Song Tian and Shen Ze both slept in the warm pavilion.

After Shen Baiyan finished bathing, he washed away his blood and dust, and saw a bowl of clear soup and fine silk noodles on the table, emerald green rape, small dried shrimps, and a pair of poached eggs lying on it, although it was hearty but also simple.

This was originally a dinner prepared for Song Zhi, and Song Zhi was in a hurry, so he advanced Shen Baiyan's stomach.

Song Zhi was guarding Shen Baiyan by the side, watching him eat noodles, and he was also fed a poached egg by Shen Baiyan.

He put down his chopsticks, looked at the brightly visible bowl, and laughed at himself: "The craftsmanship of the small kitchen has become more and more sophisticated, and today I can eat it." ”

"This bowl of noodles is at least for two people, but you can't eat it." Song Zhi looked at him with his cheeks on his cheeks, never mentioning what he had been doing outside in the past few days, only feeling peaceful and stable in his heart.

Shen Baiyan lowered his head and held Song Zhi's hand, his fingertips gently slid over the back of her hand, and he didn't speak.

When the couple were sitting quietly looking at each other, Song Zhi suddenly staggered his gaze and looked behind Shen Baiyan.

Although the child's footsteps were light, Shen Baiyan was still aware of it early.

He turned around and saw Shen Ze standing barefoot on the ground holding a soft blanket, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"Cousin." Although Shen Ze pronounced the words clearly, it was still a soft milk sound.

Shen Baiyan picked up Shen Ze with one step and said, "Why are you standing barefoot on the ground, and you can't forget the rules taught by the grandmothers?" ”

Shen Baiyan spoke in a tone that seemed to regard Shen Ze as his own son, and yes, Shen Ze's father and Shen Baiyan's father were brothers from the same mother, and so was his mother.

Although they are cousins, they can also be said to be close to each other.

Shen Ze hugged Shen Baiyan's neck and buried his head in his neck socket, his demeanor and movements quite attached.

Children's eyes are always very pure and clear, and there are few other emotions.

"What's wrong? Got a nightmare? Song Zhi walked up to the pair of brothers and touched Shen Ze's head.

Shen Ze stretched out his hand to her again, Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, and hugged him over.

Shen Ze shook his head, only yawned tiredly, and his small mouth opened round.

"Go to sleep, okay?" I don't know if I feel that my father is no longer alive, Shen Ze's mood seems to be a little strange.

Shen Ze still shook his head, Song Zhi couldn't, so he had to put him on the bed in his room.

This actually fulfilled Shen Ze's wish by mistake, he got into the quilt, but he couldn't get used to sleeping on the hard pillow, so he simply got the whole person into the quilt.

"This ......

Song Zhi was a little at a loss, and said lightly to Shen Baiyan: "It's not very compliant, right?" ”

"......" Shen Ze's voice came out of the quilt, vague, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Seeing Song Zhi's puzzled expression, Shen Baiyan said, "He said it's okay, he wants to sleep with us today." ”

Shen Baiyan pretended to yawn, hugged Song Zhi and said, "Go to sleep, are you afraid that you won't be able to stuff a little bean in the bed?" ”

Song Zhi was picked up by him with one hand and rested on the bed, and Shen Ze consciously squirmed towards the inside of the bed.

Originally, Shen Baiyan slept on the outside, but today he didn't know why, so he moved Shen Ze to the innermost side, and he had to lie between Song Zhi and Shen Ze.

Song Zhi was lying on the bed a little inexplicably, and Shen Baiyan's arm was firmly around her, for fear that she would fall.

She lay on the bed for a long time, and suddenly came back to her senses, she turned around in Shen Baiyan's arms with difficulty, and asked in disbelief: "You shouldn't be eating this little guy's vinegar, right?" ”

Shen Baiyan was silent, and deliberately said in a rough voice: "What kind of mess is there in your little head, go to sleep!" ”

Song Zhi reached out to touch Shen Baiyan's face in the dark, only to feel that the temperature was hotter than usual, knowing that he was shy.

Shen Baiyan held Song Zhi with one hand and stroked Shen Ze's little face with the other, Shen Ze rubbed his palm in his sleep, and then fell asleep.