Turning his head to look at the third master, his shirt was open at this time, revealing a strong chest and wrapped white bandages. The long, inky hair was falling softly around the pillow.

The elegance is peerless, and the temperament is unparalleled.

Third master, it's really good-looking!

The man lying next to her is the legendary Prime Minister Zhao, the man who has been passed down through the ages.

For Song Qing, he is a character who exists in history, on TV, and in the United States.

But now, this man was beside him, and he was so close to him that he could reach out to him at such a distance.

So, what kind of fate is this!

I glanced up at the sky, and it should have been just after twelve o'clock.

The midday sun was shining through the open window. The sun was bright and dazzling, and slightly sunny.

And the sun has already sunburned the clothes of the third master.

Glancing over his clothes.

The sun was really dazzling at this time.

After glancing at the sun's rays, Song stood up and came to both sides of the bed curtain, and reached out to put down the tied bed curtain.

After lowering the bed curtain, Song Qing did not continue to sit back on the bed, but sat down against the edge of the bed with her skirt.

The floor of this room is very clean, and it is actually quite comfortable to sit on the ground, and there will be a slight coolness. In fact, in the summer, it is cooler to sleep on the floor with a mattress on the floor than to sleep in a bed.

At this time, Zhao Cheng, who was leaning on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

The translucent curtain of the bed in front of him blocked his view.

Although he couldn't see very clearly because of the bed curtain. But even so, Zhao Cheng still saw Song Qing's petite figure in his sight, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to him.

Looking at Song Qing's figure, an unnatural look appeared on Zhao Cheng's face.

Family?

“……”

Can he dislike it?

Zhao Cheng lowered his eyes and closed his eyes quietly. At this moment, Zhao Cheng naturally didn't understand what it meant to be wrong.

There is a kind of disgust, which is just a verbal disgust!

……

The day passed in a blink of an eye, and soon it was evening.

At this time, the third master was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard reading the official documents. He leaned on the stone table with one hand, and the whole person looked serious and quiet.

"Whoa—"

The breeze blew softly, and the sound of leaves rustling could be heard in the yard.

The sound of 'da-da' footsteps came, and the hem of a white dress embroidered with pink silk flowers instantly entered Zhao Cheng's sight.

After raising his eyebrows, Zhao Cheng asked.

"What?"

"Nothing? It's time for you to eat, and I stewed crucian carp tofu soup for you. ”

Hear Song Qing's voice? Zhao Cheng's hand holding the official document paused.

"Hmm." After Zhao Cheng answered? He casually threw the official document in his hand on the stone table and stood up.

Seeing him stand up, Song Qing approached him a little.

"I'll help you."

"No, you don't." As he spoke, Zhao Cheng had already walked away past Song Qing.

Watching his back walk away? Song Qing couldn't help but praise.

Is this physical fitness really good? If the average person is afraid that he will not be able to get out of bed. But except for his worse face, the whole person looked as if he was fine.

Seeing that the other party has gone a long way? Song Qing then carried his skirt and chased after him.

"You still have injuries on your body, you should not walk so fast, it is not good to be careful of the wounds.

Ignoring the noisy Song Qing, Zhao Cheng raised his feet and walked into the main hall? And behind him was followed by Song Qing.

When Zhao Cheng walked into the main hall, the people in the kitchen had already put the food on the table, except for the two dishes specially made by Song Qing, all the rest were light.

It looks very nutritious, and not only that, but the rice on the table is all served and crystal clear? That's good rice.

After seeing Zhao Cheng sit down, Song Qing, who came to his side, gave him a bowl of fish soup and pushed it in front of him.

"Crucian carp tofu soup is very light and nutritious. The main thing? This is what I personally stewed over low heat? Do you need to eat more? I put blood-tonifying herbs in it, is this considered a medicinal diet? Eating is good for your health. ”

Naturally, she won't just mess around? Instead, I asked Xu Zhao.

“……”

Zhao Cheng didn't speak, just looked down at the bowl of fish soup on the table in front of him? Milky white soup with small pieces of tofu in it.

It's also quite appetizing to watch.

Reaching out to pick up the spoon, Zhao Cheng lowered his head and took a sip.

Light and refreshing.

Harm can.

Soon the bowl of soup was at the bottom, and he even ate the tofu in the bowl.

Although he was very quiet and didn't say anything, the soup he drank was the best compliment to Song Qing.

Perhaps sensing Song Qing's gaze, Zhao Cheng raised his head and glanced at her coldly.

"Sit down and eat."

The voice was as cold as ever, but at this moment, Song Qing could clearly feel that now the third master was no longer a passer-by or an invisible person in his sight.

Thinking of this, Song Qing laughed unconsciously. Even she felt a little silly, but admittedly, she was happy now.

Song Qing, who was in a good mood, pulled the chair next to Zhao Cheng and sat down, picked up the bowl and began to eat.

After eating, the sun had slowly set over the horizon, and the day had passed.

In the blink of an eye, it was night.

The candle flame in the third master's room flickered this night, and from time to time there was a 'zizi' sound, which was the sound made when the candle burned.

In the room at this time, Zhao Cheng was sitting at the table and drinking tea. At this moment, his gaze was looking at the petite figure who was busy not far away, intentionally or unintentionally.

At this time, by the window, Song Qingzheng was bending down and pulling the end of the soft couch, slowly moving to the side of the bed, looking very difficult.

The room was large, and the couch was moved from the window to the bed, which was a long distance. The main thing is that this soft couch is very heavy, so it is not easy to pull it up.

Zhao Cheng couldn't stand it anymore.

After reaching out to put down the teacup, he opened his mouth and screamed.

"Gu Wei."

Hearing his voice, Gu Wei, who was standing at the door, walked into the room with a long sword.

"Third master, what are your orders?"

"......" Zhao Cheng didn't speak, but after raising his eyes and glancing at Song Qing, he waved his hand tiredly.

As the personal guard of the third master, Gu Wei has been by his side for the longest time and is also one of the most heartfelt subordinates.

Therefore, with a gesture, he knew what the third master wanted him to do.

"Subordinate, I'm going to help."

As he spoke, Gu Wei had already come to the soft couch.

"Miss Song, let your subordinates come down."

"Okay, I'm sorry for you."

"I don't know, where is Miss Song going to move the soft couch?"

After hearing this, Song pointed to the third master's bed and said, "Just put it on the bed, just don't get in the way." ”

Obviously, Song Qing is still going to stay and take care of the third master tonight. Maybe he understood why the third master was different from her.

There is a good saying, with sincerity for sincerity, he can see that Miss Song is really good to the third master.

With such a development, maybe it won't be long before he can hold the little master?? (*′?`*)??。