Standing in the gazebo, Song Qing glanced up at the quiet courtyard.

Now that she has expressed her intentions, she will not give up easily. Her character is definitely not to hit the south wall and not look back, and she is not the kind of person who does not die in the heart of the Yellow River.

Since she likes it and shows her intentions, she can't be the same as before.

Reached out and touched the unresponsive bracelet on her wrist, because of this bracelet, she came to this world 1,400 years ago, and also met Zhao Cheng.

Song Qing has always thought a lot.

She is very serious about her feelings, and she doesn't even dare to show her heart because she knows that there will be no results. And now, Song Qing has also figured it out.

No one can say what will happen in the future.

Why not cherish the present.

Isn't it just that you like an ancient man? Just let it go a little bit.

If you like it, you like it.

I don't know how long I'll stay here, a year or two, or three, five or seven, or even longer, and I'm even afraid that whether I can go back is a question. After all, traveling through time and space, the odds are too small, and it is already a miracle to encounter it once.

So, no matter what happens in the future, at least now she doesn't want to regret it, and she doesn't want to give him up to anyone. She wanted to be with him.

Even if history is doomed, maybe her mind can't change anything, but she can't control her feelings. Now that his intentions have been expressed, Song Qing also decided to let it go.

She's going to chase him.

However, how to chase a man? In the past, others chased her, so this is definitely the first time to chase a man.

If you want to trap a person's heart, you have to trap his stomach, and you have to appear by his side all the time to brush up on his presence.

Next, Song Songqing silently picked up the small notebook when Zhao Cheng didn't know it, and started her small daily routine of chasing her husband.

The idea is very good, but it also has to be cooperated by the third master. No, obviously, the Prime Minister does not cooperate with her.

No, for a few days in a row, Song Qing didn't see Zhao Cheng's figure. I can't even see him when I'm eating, in a word, the third master is very busy, and he doesn't have time to eat.

It's weird.

It was clear that the man seemed to be avoiding her.

In other words, even if the confession is rejected, she is still hiding, does she not want to lose face?

Zhao Cheng.

Wait for me.

……

Maybe it was a little strong one day, so that Zhao Cheng had been dreaming in a daze since he fell asleep this night. Dreams are messy? It's messy, but there will always be someone in his dreams.

That's Song Qing.

Just like now.

Hazy at night? Candles flickering in the study? And Zhao Cheng felt as if he was dealing with the piles of files on the table as usual.

"Third Master."

"Third master, are you busy again?"

A familiar voice ringing in your ears? Is that Song Qing's voice? Hearing the voice, Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes to look around.

He saw no one, only voices.

"Come on."

"Don't be busy."

Is the picture in front of you getting hazy? In a trance, Zhao Cheng felt that the picture turned and found himself standing in a courtyard full of camellias.

How is it daytime.

Wasn't it night just now?

A gust of wind blew, and a small sound came to my ears.

"I'm here."

"Zhao Cheng."

"Brother Zhao."

The voice was coming from behind him, hear the voice? Zhao Cheng glanced back behind him.

It's still nobody.

Zhao Cheng wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't make a sound. Instinctively, he walked towards the place where he was sounding.

In the line of sight, a petite figure in the sea of flowers on the ground was sitting there with his legs stacked. The long curly hair hung down on her fair shoulders, and the thin undershirt was simply tied with a belt and hung loosely on her body, and there was a feeling that the flowers were about to fall from her in the next moment.

Looking at the scene in front of you? Zhao Cheng only thought of one sentence in his mind.

The skin is like clotted fat, and the face is like a peach blossom.

The figure in his sight stretched out his hand to him and looked at him obediently.

Zhao Cheng wanted to divert his gaze, but Coco found that his body was more honest than his brain. He stepped forward uncontrollably, knowing that his hand was holding the hand that had been handed him. Suddenly, the person in front of him looked up at him? smiled.

"Little brother? You're so good-looking. ”

You're good-looking, too.

Zhao Cheng lowered his eyes? Not a word.

"Why don't you speak."

"Don't you want to hug me?"

Looking at the petite figure who stretched out his hands towards him to obviously hug him, Zhao Cheng's stiff class squatted down and reached out to hug the person into his arms.

But this person hasn't been picked up yet? He had already woken up.

Familiar room? Familiar bed top.

It was just dawn in the morning, and the room could barely see the furnishings.

Feel the honest response of your body? Zhao Cheng raised his hand to block his eyes.

"It's going crazy."

How could he have such a dream.

Turning over and sitting up from the bed, Zhao Cheng casually lifted the quilt, and he bowed his head slightly. As far as the eye could see, it was a little difficult for him to speak.

Again.

After reaching out and rubbing his forehead, Zhao Cheng got up and walked out of his room in his middle coat......

Today's Song Qing got up very early, and when she couldn't sleep, she led Lin Qing to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Song lightly cooked porridge and steamed hot meat buns. When she led Lin Qing to the gate of the third master's courtyard, it was the time when the third master was ready to get up and go to the court.

Seeing Song Qing coming, the guard standing at the door bent down and saluted, and then let Song Qing go in without any hindrance.

The yard is quiet.

From a distance, Song Qing saw a familiar figure sitting in front of the stone table over there.

His long inky hair was draped casually over his shoulders, and he was wearing a black midcoat. At this time, he was slightly bowing his head and wiping the long sword in his hand, his expression was serious and cold.

Seeing him, Song waved his hand to say hello.

"Third master, good morning."

Hearing the voice, Zhao Cheng's hand paused, and then he reached out and inserted the sword back into the scabbard.

"I made breakfast, you eat some."

While speaking, Song Qing had already trotted to his side, and Lin Qing, who was following Song Qing, stepped forward and took out the porridge and buns in the tray and put them on the stone table, then stood away respectfully with the tray.

Looking at the hot buns on the table, Zhao Cheng had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

His heart was hot, and he had the urge to reach out and hold the person around him into his arms.

"Why do you wake up so early?"

After hearing this, Song glanced at him angrily, and said without speaking: "I can't afford to be early, I will definitely not see you again today." ”

“……”

Zhao Cheng didn't speak, or was a little speechless. He really didn't know how to face her these days.

"These are all meat buns that I steamed by hand, so let's eat them while they're hot." Song said lightly, stretched out his hand and pushed the plate containing the bun in front of Zhao Cheng, with a look of anticipation.

Looking at the buns on the plate in front of him, Zhao Cheng nodded in response.

"Okay."

Song glanced at him, and suddenly leaned closer to him and said, "Why don't I feed you." ”

"No, no."

Seeing Song Qing suddenly approaching, although Zhao Cheng couldn't see any expression on his face, he was panicked in his heart.