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"The moon is the hometown of Ming." She replied that it was just an excuse......

Song Ju'an stood up and walked towards her, stood in front of her, raised his hand and touched her face, "It won't take too long, besides, you are not in good health, how can you stand the journey, let's go back together in the next year." ”

"Are you really going back?" She wasn't quite convinced.

He belongs here, belongs to the court, and it's a pity to leave.

In the past, she also thought that she could go anywhere in the world, after all, she was alone.

He nodded, sat down next to her, reached out and stroked her long hair, looked at her carefully, and slowly moved closer again, kissing her on the hair.

"When we go back after the year, didn't Fang Qing write to say that the shop is good? Besides, Qin Rui goes over to take a look from time to time, you don't have to worry, there will be more opportunities to make money in the future. He lifted the corner of the quilt and wrapped them together.

"That's not what I'm worried about." Du Ruodao didn't know when she gave Song Ju'an a love for money.

Thinking of this, she remembered the business she did with the study, and she was going to see it one day.

"You always want to leave me, don't forget what you promised me before." He said unhappily, tilting his head to bite her ear, Du Ruo hurriedly pushed him with his hand, and he tickled her again.

Du Ruo couldn't help laughing, so he had to kick him with his foot, he grabbed her foot, got up and pressed one leg against hers, making her unable to move.

Du Ruo couldn't resist it, so he had to beg for mercy: "Don't play!" Don't play anymore! But he pressed over and rolled on the bed with her, "You're such a scoundrel!" She laughed and shouted, he was so foolish, and the frightened doubts she threw out of the clouds in the blink of an eye.

After making trouble for a while, the two of them stopped, she lay on his chest and hugged him for breath and panting, and Song Ju'an's warm chest also rose and fell.

The bed was quiet again.

After a while, Du Ruo noticed that something was not quite right with him, so he raised his head to look at his face, his ink hair was scattered, his face was red, his eyes were also a little red, his eyes were deep and rippling, and he lay down with his hands on her waist.

Seeing her looking at him, he asked in a low voice, "Ruo'er, are you much better?" ”

Since she was raised on the sickbed and her body was weak, he had not touched her, for fear that she would have any accidents.

As soon as his voice fell, Du Ruo's face turned red, and even his panting voice was much lower.

"I feel like I'm about to get sick!" She snorted.

There was more than one snow outside, and he wouldn't let her go out at all, at most he stood in front of the window to take a look, and after a while, he walked in with a handful of snow and showed her.

"When the snow gets heavier, let's go out for a snowball fight, shall we? I'm so good at building snowmen, building something you haven't seen before, Mickey Mouse, Pikachu, Rogue Bunny, or whatever......"

Before she finished speaking, she found that Song Ju'an's dark eyes were even more smiling, and the two hands he was holding on her waist moved to it, and gradually pressed his waist and crotch with force.

Because the stove was burning in the house, it was warm, and as soon as people entered the house, they took off their thick cotton clothes, and they were easy to wear. With two thin layers of clothing on her shoulder, she could feel his body gradually becoming hot and hard, his obvious desire.

"Then you've got to let me out tomorrow! And the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow ......"

Before she could finish her terms, he replied, 'I'll let you out!' After saying that, he hugged her and rolled over on the bed, becoming him on top and she was down.

"Wait!" Du Ruo put his hands on his chest, "I stole jerky when I was just reading a book, you go down and get a few grapes for me to eat." ”

He laughed helplessly, and took the opportunity to blame her: "You dare to eat secretly? It's no wonder I'm getting flesh this time! ”

After a while, he held a plate of grapes in his hand and handed it to her, Du Ruo ate a few and fed him another one, "Actually, I want to eat cold." She said.

"Don't!"

got on the bed, the gauze tents on both sides were put down by him, and he smiled at Du Ruo, who was holding the quilt and looking at him with a red face like a slaughtered lamb.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt, wanting to throw it aside, Du Ruo held it and refused to let go, he smiled and rushed over and pressed her and the quilt under it.

"You want to play tricks!"

"Nope!"

……

I want to go out, I want to go outside, but I went out, but it's just a day.

Although the winter sun is bright but not much warm, but the snow melts away, it is much colder, Du Ruo feels that he is wrapped like a ball, and when the wind blows, he can roll and run.

She got out of the carriage and walked into the study, and as soon as the study man saw her, he immediately welcomed her in respectfully.

Sitting on the chair, the owner of the study personally brought tea to her, and said uncontrollably: "This lady, I have been waiting for you for a few days, and I thought you were not coming!" ”

"You may be seated!" Du Ruo said to him, "I don't know how this book sells?" ”

"Seeing that the sky is selling, this silver, I have already asked someone to prepare it, just waiting for you to get it!" The boss smiled, and suddenly lowered his voice, "I don't know who you are, madam?" The accuracy of the material has something to do with Lord Xiao? In the future, our business will depend on you, a nobleman! ”

Du Ruo's face was not red and his heart was not beating: "I am not related to him, but people I know have seen him, so I know the truth." ”

The boss stroked his beard and nodded, and then asked, "Does that lady know someone named Du Ruo?" ”

Du Ruo was taken aback in his heart, but he was still silent on the surface, "Where did the boss know this name?" ”

The boss took out something from his sleeve, unfolded it and handed it to her: "This is Xiao Hao's handwritten handwriting that you brought at that time, and this name is written on the back of this paper, so I ask questions." ”

Du Ruo glanced at it, and his heart was in his stomach, it turned out that Song Ju'an was writing blindly on the paper when he had nothing to do.

"This handwritten book was also given to me by someone else, and I didn't know it." She handed it back to him.

After taking seventy or eighty taels of silver, Du Ruo did not go back directly, but went to the teahouse to listen to the story.

Fortunately, Song Ju'an went to the palace and didn't come with her, otherwise she would have stopped her and told her to go back early.

The storyteller is talking about the secrets of the palace that the people like to listen to at the moment, and he still puts on a cloak to cover up the story.

The more bizarre the story and the more ups and downs, the more people like to hear it. Xiao Yu rose step by step, and fell from the sky to the ground, and the things that climbed from the ground to the sky naturally talked more. is almost based on the book "The Biography of Xiao Yu", but when it comes to what Xiao Yu did after returning to Beijing, it is adapted from the book "The Secret of Dayong", and there are several male and female affairs interspersed in the middle.

There were a lot of people listening to the book, and it was almost full, so Du Ruo picked a corner to sit. People cheer or sigh at the high and low tides of the story, and from time to time they make a few judgments, and the words are fair and rarely slanderous.

Because it is a matter of royal face and prestige, the fifth prince Yang Shao did not announce to the world that Xiao Yu was wrongfully framed after he ascended the throne. But it also almost acquiesced in this Zhaozhao remark, and the government did not prohibit the engraving and sale of "The Legend of Xiao Yu".

Yang Shaoliu Song Ju'an was in the court, although he didn't say it explicitly, but the court also tacitly knew that he was Xiao Hao, and he was extremely respectful to him, and there was a little worry and fear in the respect.

Du Ruo listened silently for a while, felt that this was fine, and left the teahouse.

Back at home, Song Ju'an had not yet returned from the palace, Du Ruo asked Ah Qi and Ah Rui to get shovels, and the three of them built snowmen in the alley.

First rolled two snowballs, one large and one small, and then stacked them together, Du Ruo asked people to take carrots for noses, two walnuts for eyes, red paper for the position of the mouth, hair carved with sticks, and a tattered clothes, the snowman headed in the direction of Song Ju'an coming back from the carriage. After they were done, they watched around for a while, and Du Ruo thought to himself that it would be nice if there was a camera to take pictures.

The courtyard of their house is quite large, and the snow between the gate and the hall was only shoveled clean for people to walk, and the snow on both sides was still thick.

Probably because he has been depressed for a long time, and he hasn't played in the snow for a long time, Du Ruo is happy as if he has been locked up in prison for three years and finally released from prison!

Estimating that Song Ju'an was about to come back, she asked someone to bring a wooden basin, pinched a snowball and put it in it, and brought it to the attic. She sat in the attic and waited for him.

When there was a voice outside the gate, and then the gate was pushed open, she got up and crouched on the railing and shouted to Song Ju'an, who was about to walk in: "Lord Song, accept the invitation and die!" ”

Saying that, she picked up the snowballs and threw them at him one by one, without the slightest pity for the jade, Song Juan raised his hand in front of him, and walked forward briskly while hiding.

"Stop! Stop! Don't move! Du Ruo hurriedly shouted, and at the same time she stopped throwing snowballs.

Song Ju'an looked up at her.

"You've stepped on something we pinched!" She pointed to the path on the ground that led to the hall.

Song Ju'an looked down at his feet, his gaze extending along the small things on the ground to the eaves.

It is a small turtle, pinched by snow, the size of a palm, a foot away and lying on the ground, as if crawling forward, mung beans as eyes, quite exquisite.

He squatted down and picked up one from the ground and tilted his head to look at it, laughing a little and couldn't stop laughing. Du Ruo began to throw at him again.

Song Ju'an stood up, avoided the turtles under his feet, and quickly ran towards the attic.

Seeing him come up, Du Ruo turned around and leaned against the railing and looked at him with a smile, "Don't come here, I'm playing with you!" ”

"I want to have fun too!" He had just returned from outside, his face was a little pale from the cold, and his skin was even fairer, and the hem of his clothes was splashed with mud.

When Du Ruo was defenseless, he suddenly smiled and raised his hand to throw the handful of snow he had just grabbed on the ground towards her, Du Ruo hurriedly raised his hand to block his head, and hurriedly bent down to pick up the snowball in the basin, but before she threw it out, Song Juan had already come to her and grabbed her arm.

"Sweet, you take a bite and taste it!" Du Ruo smiled and handed it to his lips.

Song Ju'an opened his mouth to bite, but when he was about to touch it, he bit on her hand, it was very cold, and he smiled and blamed: "Why is it so cold?" How long have you been playing? ”