Song Qing sat in the courtyard of Zhao Cheng and waited quietly, his eyes unconsciously looking at the door of his room. Until I saw him dressed neatly and walked out fresh.

Dressed in black clothes and black hair, with a tall and slender figure, looking at the soft long hair, I knew at a glance that it had been dried with internal force, it was simply a hair dryer, envy.

Got up from the stone bench, walked up to him, looked him up and down, and praised him.

"Beautiful."

"As always, handsome and unmatched."

Listening to Song Qing's praise, although Zhao Cheng didn't show much on his face, he was actually quite comfortable in his heart

Glancing at her, Zhao Cheng opened his mouth and asked, "It's okay to be in the house these days." ”

Song nodded lightly.

"I'm very good, I'm hungry to eat, sleepy and sleepy, I can go out for a walk if I'm fine, it's no different from the worms that grow in the rice, and it's okay to get fat, what about you? The journey was smooth, and nothing dangerous happened. ”

Zhao Cheng shook his head lightly.

"It's fine."

also met a few people who were in a hurry to send them to death, and sent them one in advance, but he didn't want to be in front of her for these bloody things.

Song Qing was relieved and couldn't help but say, "That's good, sure enough, the dreams are all the opposite." ”

Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows.

"What?"

"It's that when I slept until midnight last night, I dreamed that the mountain was collapsing, and then you ...... Anyway, I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, but fortunately, the dream was the opposite. Okay, let's not talk about this, are you hungry, what do you want to eat? ”

"Everything."

"Alright, I'll let the kitchen cook more of your favorite food later."

"Hmm."

"Hey, are the sleeves of your clothes torn, and you said that you haven't encountered anything dangerous, you must not be telling the truth."

"It's okay, just change your body and one."

"Hey, big brother, are you my own brother? You've been in a mess all night, and it's obviously cut by a knife, so it's a matter of changing clothes? ”

"It's nothing, on the way back, I met a few people looking for death."

"I know that you people who are doing big things, there are always people who want to harm you, be careful in the future."

"yes, okay."

……

After dinner that night, Zhao Cheng went to the study to deal with official business, and it can be said that he was really busy. Therefore, the world just thinks that he is in power at a young age, but they don't think that maybe he has worked thousands of times harder than others behind him.

When Zhao Cheng was dealing with official business, Song Qing, who missed him and didn't want to be separated from him, poured tea and water, and took care of the grinding work by the way.

Seeing her humming a little song, she looked very happy, and Zhao Cheng also acquiesced.

It's a good feeling.

At this time, Zhao Cheng was sitting upright, dressed in black clothes and black hair, with a serious face and a lack of that cold feeling. It's like although he is still indifferent now, it can be seen that he has changed a lot.

Song tilted his head and glanced at him and said, "Are you tired, do you want me to give you a massage, it's very comfortable." ”

Zhao Cheng's hand holding the pen paused, and he hummed calmly.

"Hmm."

"Okay."

With a movement of his wrist, Song moved behind him and reached out to massage his shoulder.

"How, what's this power?"

Obviously, he was very satisfied, but he still said lightly: "It's okay." ”

Song couldn't help but roll his eyes after hearing this.

"Uninteresting men, I'm rare, so I can't say something nice."

Isn't it boring?

It seems that it is, and he really can't say anything nice.

"So what do you like about me?"

Zhao Cheng, who was unconscious, asked this sentence, and as soon as the words came out, he couldn't help frowning slightly. What did he say about this.

"Who knows, I already liked you when I reacted. I was very afraid of you when I met you at the beginning, but after getting along, I found that the rumored cold-hearted Prime Minister Zhao Cheng was actually very gentle. And it's good to me, so it's not surprising to like you. ”

Gentle.

Are you sure this is what he's talking about?

Will he be gentle with bloody hands? Even Zhao Cheng didn't know. But now, Zhao Cheng's face is very hot, and what is even hotter is the faster beating of the heart.

This night, Song Qing accompanied Zhao Cheng for a long time, until drowsiness hit him and fell asleep on the table next to him, and Zhao Cheng didn't finish his official business.

Seeing her lying on her stomach and falling asleep next to him, Zhao Cheng turned his head slightly to look at her. Seeing her quiet and well-behaved appearance, Zhao Cheng put down the pen in his hand and raised his hand to caress her cheek, very light and gentle.

Maybe all the patience he had in his life had been spent on her.

"That's good."

Zhao Cheng said, approaching Song Qing and bowed his head and printed a kiss on her forehead.

"Sleep well." As he spoke, Zhao Cheng reached out and took off his coat and put it on her, and then continued to deal with official business until it was too late when the accumulated official documents were finished.

Looking at the petite figure lying on the bookcase beside him, Zhao Cheng reached out and grabbed her waist, picked her up, turned around and walked out of the study.

Stepping on the bright moonlight, Zhao Cheng hugged Song Qing and walked in the direction of her residence.

The night was hazy, the moonlight was like water, and the night passed like this......

In a blink of an eye, it was the day of the prince's funeral.

How to say that it is also the prince of a country, so the prince's funeral is quite grand, there are a bunch of those who wear linen and filial piety, and a bunch of monks from Zhenguo Temple follow behind and chant the scriptures.

Avoid killing, avoid wine, where the prince's coffin passed, the people knelt on the ground, and the whole emperor was floating with white copper coins, and the wind blew, and it was gusting in the cloudy wind. In short, it's similar to the kind of royal funeral staged in the TV series.

At this time, Song Qing stood at the window of the teahouse and looked downstairs, she naturally came to join in the fun, and found an excellent location early.

Seeing Zhao Cheng, Song Qing couldn't help but mutter.

"It's a great location." And you can see the third master at a glance.

Zhao Cheng was familiar with Song Qing's sight, obviously there were so many people, but Zhao Cheng, who was riding on a horse, still saw the figure standing on the second floor at a glance.

"There are a lot of people, don't walk around."

Listening to the low voice in his ears, Song Qing couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. It was as if he was talking beside him, and no one else seemed to be able to hear it. Although she knew that Zhao Cheng's martial arts were at the peak, she still often refreshed her offline.

This should be the kind of sound that can be seen on TV.

Met his gaze, Song hummed lightly.

"Good."

Song's face is hot.

Why does it feel like the third master is teasing her?

The heartbeat is a bit fast.

……

No matter who the next prince will be, in short, the prince is buried, and the sky in the imperial capital has changed from this moment.

The crown prince is dead, so who is the next prince?

Regarding this, Zhao Cheng said that he was very calm, he really didn't care who was the next prince, what he cared about was how they fought to the death, this is what he wanted to see.

Of course, he only needs to add a handful of firewood in the middle once in a while.

On this day, as usual, when I was swaggering through the market in a sedan chair, I raised my hand to stop when I passed by a stall selling fried chestnuts with sugar.

Getting up and stepping off the sedan chair, he came to the stall selling fried chestnuts with sugar. When the old man who sold chestnuts saw Zhao Cheng approaching, he instantly knelt down as soon as his feet became weak.

"Your Excellency."

Is he so scary?

Never mind.

Zhao Cheng ignored the old man, just glanced at him lightly, and after reaching out to fill a large bag of hot chestnuts, he turned around and returned to the sedan chair.

Gu Wei, who was beside him, glanced at the old man and gave him a silver ingot directly.

It wasn't until he saw the old man of the silver that he couldn't help but wipe a cold sweat. It turned out that he was buying chestnuts, and he was scared to death.

(End of chapter)