The pear shadow sparsely fell into the dark inner room, and the aroma of the cold on the case was about to ignite, Song Yuxuan patted Biru and said: "The deceased is like this, and the matter is here in the field." Song Yuxuan will not allow you to die, and your fate will be determined by heaven. ”

February is warmer, but it is still a cold spring, Song Yingche will come to Lan Ruotang in the afternoon, Song Yuqiu asked Biru to dress up Song Yuqiu in advance, the Linglong Corridor sounded the sound of broken footsteps, Song Yuqiu looked at the mirror sideways, and then came out of the hall to welcome Song Yingche.

Song Yuqiu originally wanted to serve Song Yingche to change his appearance, but when he saw Song Yingche, he remembered that today was the day of rest, and he didn't need to be in the court, he was just wearing a brown dark pattern Yanju regular clothes, and a smile unconsciously appeared between his eyebrows.

I used to always be sick and never put on makeup, Song Yingche saw Song Yuqiu's eyes light up when he saw Song Yuqiu's dress today, so he said: "It's rare that you put on rouge today, it's still so good, your body is better, right?" ”

Song Yusui covered her sleeves and pouted: "It always makes Song Yingche see the haggard of the concubine, and the concubine herself is very embarrassed, and she looks upright and yellow all day long in front of her husband." ”

Song Yingche chuckled when he heard this, and all the faces of Lan Ruotang also smiled, Song Yingche was on a whim, and once again issued an edict to reward, Biru was the highest level, and everyone in Lan Ruotang received the edict and thanked him, Song Yuqiu looked left and right, Aunt Pei was not, she was the person Song Yuqiu thanked the most.

Song Yingche sympathized with Song Yuqiu's illness and lack of energy, and he didn't talk to Song Yusui too much, or he read miscellaneous books there, Song Yusui leaned on the soft couch and listened, Song Yusui smiled, and drove Song Yingche to read and listen to Song Yusui together, Song Yusui is really the most blessed woman in the dynasty.

His voice was calm and unfazed, Song Yuqiu had no return, talked with him, and finally got over the sleepiness, sat with his head on the couch, and gradually fell asleep.

"Ke Xinxiang, Ke Xinxiang," it seems that after a long time, Song Yingche found that Song Yusui was asleep, sighed lightly, leaned down and put a twill silk quilt on Song Yuqiu, "Still so sleepy!" ”

He felt that Song Yusui was asleep, but Song Yusui was awake, and with his eyes closed, he could still imagine what he looked like when he covered Song Yusui with a quilt, and he did always treat Song Yusui very well.

He didn't leave immediately, but just guarded Song Yuqiu's side, still scrolling the book and reading it non-stop. It's definitely an extremely beautiful silhouette. He was a very ordinary person, and he always had a faint smile on his face, and that smile was full of happiness and joy. Song Yuxuan knew that he was laughing, and his smile was also full of happiness and joy. He is Song Yuxuan. There were many afternoons in Lan Ruotang, and Song Yusui was holding the book, but he didn't turn a page, but stepped over the book and quietly looked at his figure standing on the painting case.

The quiet years were suddenly broken by Song Yuqiu's scream, Song Yuqiu stretched out his hand and grabbed his throat, whimpering and tossing in pain, Song Yingche shook Song Yuqiu hard, Song Yuqiu's eyes were full of tears, and he held his hand and looked at him sadly: "Let's do her again!" She pinched Song Yusui and didn't let go, why couldn't Song Yusui break free? ”

Song Yingche gently comforted Song Yuqiu and said, "Forget it, forget it, you think too much!" ”

That day, he put a hairpin against his neck and almost committed suicide, all the things that were remembered in the purpose, Song Yuqiu cried sideways and muttered: "It was Song Yingche who saved the concubine that day." In fact, it would have been nice if the concubine had broken free earlier and woken up from the nightmare! No way. ”

Song Yingche hugged Song Yuqiu and whispered, and then called Biru, Biru walked on her knees, Song Yingche asked, "Has she been having nightmares a lot lately?" ”

"Niangniang..."Bi Ru looked at herself who was trying not to let her speak, and under the pressure of Song Yingche's fierce gaze, she bowed down and said, "I'm still too stimulated." Niangniang always can't sleep well at night, and she is self-supporting, and she is not allowed to report to Song Yingche, for fear that Song Yingche will be in a hurry. The slave is always in a hurry. The mother's body can't stand it. ”

Biru retreated, Song Yingche glanced at Song Yuqiu without saying a word, Song Yuqiu was like a child who had made a mistake, he lowered his body and muttered: "It's no problem to take more soothing medicine, it's not cost-effective to make a fuss, it scares Song Yingche!" ”

He stared at Song Yusui for a long time, and a thousand words only became a long sigh, and he took Song Yusui in his arms and said, "I am your husband, you shouldn't hide it from Song Yuqiu!" ”

Song Yingche protected Song Yuqiu and said, "I am guarding, there is no invasion of evil things, you can sleep with confidence!" He raised his head slightly and looked at Song Yuxuan. Song Yuqiu knew that Song Yuqiu would live well. When she said this, Song Yuxuan's heart was already trembling. The loneliness between her eyebrows and eyes was diffuse, and Song Yuqiu seemed to say something in response, but she was just speechless for a while, as if she owed him a lot.

Song Yuxuan was immersed in a false sleep, and with her eyes closed, she could still sense that the sun was in the west, and the palace maids outside the palace lit candles in order, and the dim light was dim.

He still didn't speak, and Song Yuxuan handed him a smile: "The concubine can take care of herself!" He smiled and said, "Yes! How could you be? Song Yusui smiled: "Of course, it's not because of your illness, but because Song Yuqiu's temper is too impatient." Lu Shunyi nodded. Song Yuxuan knew. Song Yuqiu insisted on persuading him, and Song Yingche decided that Lu Shunyi would be the prime minister.

Song Yingche was not very relieved about Song Yuxuan, and Wen Ran asked, "It's a dream again?" ”

Song Yuxuan pointed to the purple sky and said, "The concubine slept well, but when it was time for dinner, the concubine was waking up hungry!" ”

After hearing this, he slapped his palms and laughed, Song Yuqiu turned his back in anger, and he ordered the palace maid to have a meal, have dinner with Song Yuqiu, and drink tea, and he had no intention of leaving, Song Yuqiu pushed and said: "Song Yuyu is not waiting for him, Song Yingche should return to Zhenguan Palace." ”

"It's early! I'll be with you a lot!" Song Yingche stretched out his hand and stroked Song Yuqiu's white jade hairpin and stared with a smile, but there were no words,

Song Yuxuan and he couldn't waste it, so he blushed and said, "The concubine's face has no flowers, so there is nothing to see." Song Yingche might as well hurry back to the Zhenguan Palace, so as not to be hurt by gossip. ”

He glanced at the sky, thinking that the hour was gone, Song Yusui kept sending him outside Lan Ruotang, handed over the octagonal palace lamp that Song Yusui was carrying, and bowed his body to send it off: "Song Yingche should pay attention on the way!" ”

Song Yuqiu raised his eyes to look at it, half-leaning on the door frame, as if reluctant, Song Yingche asked: "You...".

Song Yuqiu raised her eyebrows and laughed lightly, but she couldn't hide her expression: "The concubine has nothing to do, she always doesn't have nightmares, maybe she won't exist tonight!"

The rouge on his cheeks turned pale red, and the dim yellow candle flame shone more and more pale on his face, Song Yingche finally looked at Song Yusui deeply, and suddenly turned around and hugged Song Yusui against the wall and instructed Jiang Chuan: "Stay in Lan Ruotang tonight." ”

"I also asked Song Yingche to retract his will and not allow Lu Shunyi to stay empty," Song Yuqiu leaned close to his ear and whispered: "Besides, the concubines can't serve Song Yingche." ”