Leaning on the familiar embrace, Song Qing subconsciously reached out and wrapped his waist tightly around his waist and rubbed it.

Not only that, but she also touched his waist with her hand, and then commented on it.

"It's a good figure."

"Sturdy, good waist."

“……”

Is that a compliment? The corners of Zhao Cheng's mouth couldn't help twitching, and he continued to tighten his face.

Glancing down at the petite figure in his arms, he was about to reach out and take the person out, but his hand stopped when he put it on Song Qing's shoulder.

"Third Master."

"I like you."

The girl's voice was a little soft and a little small, but it fell on Zhao Cheng's ears very clearly, making him stunned for a moment.

Before he could react, he saw Song Qing looking up at him, and his shadow was reflected in his eyes.

Song Yixian opened the hand that hugged his waist tightly, then reached out to hold his face, and said again very seriously.

"I like it."

Perhaps afraid that he wouldn't believe it, Song Qing pointed at himself, pointed at him again, and then said, "Song Qing, I like Zhao Cheng." ”

In the last two sentences, Song Qing unconsciously raised his voice. Her words undoubtedly smashed a hammer in Zhao Cheng's heart, making him stunned in place.

What is she talking about?

Without waiting for Zhao Cheng to react, Song Qing looked at him and said again.

"I'm going to stamp you so you're mine." Speaking of this, Song tapped his toes and kissed Zhao Cheng on the chin.

Take a sip, Song squinted his eyes and laughed, it felt like a child who got candy.

"In this way, you are mine, and no one is allowed to rob me." Speaking of this, Song Qing stretched out his hand and hugged his waist tightly, and continued to speak dizzily.

"You have to be obedient in the future, you have to love me, and you have to think that I am good-looking, at least not worse than the one in the red dress."

Zhao Cheng looked down at the person in his arms silently, he couldn't tell what mood he was in now.

His face unconsciously warmed up, and he raised his hand to wrap his arms around her waist and hold the person in his arms.

After a while, Zhao Cheng whispered, "That's the amount of wine." ”

Sure enough, he was not lightly drunk.

Although he thought so, anyone could see that he could only see Song Qing in his eyes now, but he didn't find it himself.

Next, Song Qing was quiet for a while.

Of course, it was only for a while, and after that, when the wine came up more, the speech was even more upside down than before.

"Third Master."

"Hmm."

"I'm homesick."

"Hmm."

"I want to go home."

"But I can't go back."

"I want to call my mom and tell her I'm alive and tell her not to worry."

"Third Master."

"Hmm."

"I don't want to go home again."

“……”

Is it okay for him to be silent? It doesn't make sense with a drunk.

Song said lightly and lay on his chest with his hands, looking very sad? "When I get home? I'm afraid I'll never see you again. ”

"My home is far away."

How far can it be?

It turned out that I missed my family.

It's just that her parents are no longer in this world, otherwise it would be okay for him to send her home. And now? Just send her away? He doesn't feel at ease, just her? Although there are clansmen, they are never her closest relatives.

So he couldn't send people away, and he didn't want to let people out of his sight.

Sure enough, it's safest to keep it around.

In his arms at this time? Song Qing continued.

"You can't be the prime minister, I want to take you home to meet my parents, if they see you, you must be very happy, maybe they will take pictures with you, and sign autographs."

Wanted to take him home.

Although Zhao Cheng didn't have any expression on his face, his heart was a little soft? Reach out and stroke her hair.

Don't you want to be this prime minister? At least not yet, he still has a lot to do.

If it's all over, maybe.

I wanted to do this by myself, but I was really led astray by her. He has done so many things, and if he wants to stay out of it, I am afraid it will be impossible in this life.

Song Qing leaned on Zhao Cheng's arms like this and muttered a lot of nonsense, even many Zhao Cheng couldn't understand it.

Is it getting dark? Nightfall? Song Qing's room was already lit with bright candles.

And at this time, Song Qing was lying sideways on the bed? His head rested on Zhao Cheng's lap, and his hand held his arm without letting go. Of course, her mouth is not idle? He also said it very energetically.

Although most of Zhao Cheng didn't understand? But I still listened quietly, this girl is really very pestering.

"Wait for next time? I'll take you on a plane, do you know the plane? It is large, has two wings, and can fly in the sky. ”

“……”

Can birds still sit on people?

Zhao Cheng's expression was really indescribable, if anyone gave Song Qing a drink in the future, it would definitely be difficult to get along with him.

"I miss my phone, I don't know if there's any battery left."

"Third Master."

"Third Master, are you listening?"

"Are you thinking about your white moonlight, called, called? I know that you are going to marry her as the prime minister's wife in the future, and she is your official match, I know. ”

"I know she likes you, and you like her, pick the stars and the moon for her, and don't pick them for me. In the future, you kiss and hug, I can only watch from the side, maybe with the relationship between the two of us, I have to step forward and call my sister-in-law. ”

"It's miserable."

"I'm out of love."

"Woo ......"

As he spoke, Song Qing rolled down with tears in his eyes.

"Woo, why is this happening?"

“……”

Zhao Cheng stiffened his face.

He also wanted to know why.

Why do you want to sit here and listen to all this?

glanced down at Song Qing, and saw that at this time, she was sadly pulling his sleeve to wipe her tears, and she was counting his no.

"You're a big pig's trotter."

"Carrot."

"You men, you all like beautiful women, you too, you also like to wear red clothes, I don't like her."

What the hell is this all about.

Zhao Cheng raised his hand to support his forehead, and his tense face was a little loveless. Why did he pick up such a person from the middle of the road and get into the carriage in the first place?

In this way, Song Qing pulled Zhao Cheng to immerse himself in his own world and couldn't find the north.

After a long time, perhaps she was tired, and finally fell asleep quietly with his arms in her arms.

Seeing that she was finally asleep, Zhao Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not easy.

I didn't expect that one day, he would be so patient. Stretched out his hand to carry the person to the pillow and fell asleep, and pulled a blanket to cover her, in this weather, only a blanket is enough at night.

Zhao Cheng stood beside the bed, glanced down at Song Qing on the bed, and then turned around and walked out of her room.

At this time, Lin Qing was standing at the door of the room, and when he saw Zhao Cheng walking out, Lin Qing looked a little nervous and almost forgot to salute. After reacting, he immediately bent down and saluted.

"The slave has seen the adult."

"Take good care of her."

After Zhao Cheng gave an order, he walked out of the Holly Garden in the night.

This night, Song Qing slept well. On the contrary, it was Zhao Cheng, who got up to practice his sword before dawn.

Don't ask, you just can't sleep if you ask.

"Whoosh-"

"Brush—"

At this time, in the courtyard, Zhao Cheng was practicing his sword with a long sword, not so much that he was practicing a sword, but that he was vigorously destroying the environment.

One move and one style, like a frightening Hong, graceful like a dragon, where the sword qi passed, the flowers and trees were all brushed off in unison.