Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows.

What is it?

Reaching out to take the paper handed over by Song Qing, he opened the folded paper, only to see a painting on the white paper.

Just by looking at it, he recognized that the painting was himself, but the painting style was more special.

After taking a closer look at the person on the painting, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but speak: "Is this me?" ”

"Hey, yes, isn't it quite like that."

Zhao Cheng didn't speak, how can he say this? If you want to say that it is not like it, it is very similar, it is indeed very similar.

"This is the best one I've ever drawn, and I'll give it to you. It's charcoal, and it's different from what you draw with a brush, which is charcoal that has been burned in the kitchen. ”

Zhao Cheng didn't speak, his eyes looked at the painting in his hand silently, he was dressed in black, sitting at the stone table in the courtyard drinking tea, that sitting posture was indeed the same as him.

I didn't expect this girl to be able to draw.

"Very good."

After Zhao Cheng finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and folded it and put it in his sleeve.

"It's called a comic."

I don't understand what she's saying, but this style of painting should be called comics.

"Hmm."

Next, Song Qing had another conversation with Zhao Cheng, and seeing that he was listening quietly, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you think I'm annoying?" ”

Zhao Cheng glanced at Song Qing and said, "No, but it's quite noisy." ”

“……”

Song couldn't help but glance at him after hearing this, "Is there one?" ”

"Well, get used to it."

Yes, he's used to it.

Hearing him say this, Song Qing couldn't help laughing, "I'm embarrassed about what you said." ”

"How else can you be embarrassed?"

Zhao Cheng glanced at her, and that look was obviously not in disbelief.

"What kind of eyes do you have, don't you believe it?"

"Well, sort of."

"Then believe it or not, I can kiss you right now."

Zhao Cheng was stunned for a moment, subconsciously moved back a little, and his face couldn't help but be a little hot.

"What nonsense."

"Who said that, didn't you tell you? I'm in love with you! So everything I say to you is sincere. Speaking of this, Song lightly raised his hand to him, and then said, "Third Master, I like you today too." ”

Song said softly, without waiting for Zhao Cheng to react, leaned closer to him, and then kissed him on the cheek.

"Hurry up and like me!"

"I want to be with you."

Regardless of whether there is a result or not, even if you know that you will have an official wife in the future, I still can't help but like you.

“……”

The hand on the bottom line of Zhao Cheng's sleeve clenched unconsciously, and his fingers were a little white.

Obviously she was small, and it was easy to push her away, but every time she approached him, he felt like he couldn't move.

Zhao Cheng raised his hand and fingers against Song Qing's head, and his voice was low.

"Don't make a fuss."

"No fuss, I'm an adult and I know what I'm doing."

Facing Song Qing's serious eyes, Zhao Cheng was dumbfounded for a while.

"You make me, think."

Zhao Cheng said and stood up and walked out of the room.

It's time for him to think about it.

Marry a wife and have children.

Can he really do it?

Time passed slowly, and in the next few days, Song Qing started her daily routine of chasing her husband as always.

All kinds of squatting spots.

All kinds of confessions, in short, now the secret guards in the entire Prime Minister's Mansion, down to the small guards, all know that Song Qing likes Zhao Cheng and expresses his heart to him.

In the courtyard, Zhao Cheng was about to go to the court, when he saw a figure floating around him.

"Good morning, dear."

"Are you going to the court?"

Seeing Song Qing Zhao Cheng coming out, he had a headache.

Song Qing took out a handful of flowers from behind him and handed it to him.

"Freshly picked, for you."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Qing reached out and took his hand and put the flower in his hand.

Look up at the person in front of you.

"Go early and come back early."

After Song Qing finished speaking, he lowered his head and gently dropped a kiss on his wrist.

"Mo-da-da."

Without waiting for Zhao Cheng to react, Song blushed and slipped away.

It's not easy to chase a man or something.

Especially flirtatious straight men.

Or a straight man of steel.

Song Qing has no business for chasing men, they are all routines summarized from watching various TV series before, as the saying goes, routines are not old, they can be achieved.

Until Song Qing's figure disappeared, Zhao Cheng was still stunned.

Looking at the extra flowers in his hand, his eyes unconsciously fell on the place where he had been kissed.

I feel some heat in my hands.

It's getting bolder.

Reaching out and touching it, Zhao Cheng was thoughtful.

What is this?

But there's no denying he's in a good mood.

"Someone."

The figure flashed in front of him, and the man in black instantly appeared in front of Zhao Cheng.

"Lord."

"Find a bottle and plug it in."

The man in black took the flower and nodded respectfully.

"Yes."

The man in black with the flower flashed away.

After the man in black left, Zhao Cheng also went to the court.

It's a nice day.

This is Zhao Cheng's thoughts at the moment.

Another day, after Zhao Cheng came back from the next dynasty, he was still sitting in a sedan chair and swaggering through the market.

When I was closing my eyes and recuperating, I suddenly heard a familiar voice in my ears.

"Third master, look here."

"Here, here."

Zhao Cheng looked up at the second floor in front of him on the left, where a familiar figure was standing at this time. Dressed in an aqua blue shirt, her long slightly curly hair is combed into a girl's bun. She was lying down in the hallway on the second floor waving at him.

Song Qing saw him look over, looked at him, and then put the calligraphy he had prepared from the second floor.

Written from right to left in the study.

The font is very beautiful, naturally it is not written by Song Qing himself, but it is professionally written by someone on his behalf.

A local love story for the third master.

Gu Wei, who was following Zhao Cheng, glanced at it curiously and couldn't help but read it out.

"I can recognize you at a glance among thousands of people, because others walk on the road, and you walk on my heart."

Good meat.

I have to say it, though.

It felt like someone was showing off on the face.

A little sour.

Zhao Cheng raised his hand and stroked his forehead.

Suddenly I felt like my head was so big.

Can he say he didn't see her?

It's hard to put into words.

"Who's that? It seems to be confessing to the prime minister. ”

"I don't know, whose lady is that, this is too bold."

"But no, even the prime minister dares to provoke."

"It looks familiar."

"Hey, isn't that the young lady from the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

"Really."

"Isn't she the Prime Minister's cousin?"

"You don't understand this, do you? It's a distant cousin. ”

"I see."

"I get it, too."

"What do you all understand?"

"So, so......"

"Oh, I see."

……

Soon, the news that the prime minister and his cousin had a leg was heard and left, and it was just one night that the entire imperial capital knew about it.

So much so that when Zhao Cheng went to court, he could find that those civil and military officials looked at him one by one with wrong eyes.

After the next dynasty, Zhao Cheng was about to leave the palace, when he saw several officials come over and congratulate him.

"Congratulations to Xiangye on the arrival of a good thing, remember to invite us to a glass of wine in the future."

"Yes! Xiangye and cousin are really a natural pair, and this cup of wedding wine must be drunk. ”

"Congratulations, congratulations."

Zhao Cheng stood in place, looking confused.

Get married.

Who's going to get married?

Yourself?

How he didn't know.

(End of chapter)