In the pavilion, Zhao Cheng stood with his hands in his hands

His gaze was deep as he looked at the rain curtain, making it impossible to see what he was thinking at the moment.

The rain was falling, I don't know how long he stood there, seeing that it was getting late, he still couldn't help but walk honestly in the direction that Song Qing left.

After walking far away, he didn't see Song Qing's figure, thinking of this, Zhao Cheng frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"Where's she?"

He asked naturally the secret guard in this mansion, Zhao Cheng's voice fell, and the secret guard instantly appeared and respectfully pointed the way, "Lord, Miss Song is at the rockery next to the pear courtyard at this time." ”

Rockery?

Lowering his eyes, Zhao Cheng raised his feet and walked towards the place that the dark guard said.

"Liar."

"Only flirting with irresponsible bastard men."

"Damn."

"Woo, you're amazing."

"The prime minister is amazing."

"Why did you go earlier?"

"Woo."

The intermittent sound in his ears came from behind the rockery, and Zhao Cheng stopped and stood silently.

The rain fell on his body, but Zhao Cheng at this time didn't seem to feel it. Listening to the sound in his ears, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but raise his hand, and his fingers touched the cold stone wall.

Zhao Cheng didn't know how long he had been standing next to the rockery, until it was getting late, and Song Qing's crying behind the rockery quieted down.

Raised his feet and walked in front of Song Qing, and the blue figure in his sight quietly leaned on the position next to the rockery that could not be drenched in rain. But even so, Song Qing's body was almost soaked at this time.

Walking to Song Qing's approach, Zhao Cheng squatted down, his hand propped up on the rockery beside her, and his eyes fell on her face deeply.

Raise your hand and caress her cheek.

Perhaps familiar with his existence, Song Qing, who had fallen asleep quietly, unconsciously reached out and held his hand. The cheek rubbed against her hand.

Seeing her like this, Zhao Cheng took her hand and put it to his lips and kissed it.

The hand froze.

A feeling of powerlessness welled up in my heart.

Stretched out his hand and pulled the person into his arms, seeing that she might be about to wake up, Zhao Cheng directly clicked on her sleeping hole.

Looking down at the person in his arms, Zhao Cheng picked up the person and walked out of the rockery towards Song Qing's residence in Holly Garden......

……

Song Qing slept very deeply this night, and when she woke up, it was already the second half of the night.

Song Qing, who had just woken up, was still a little dazed, but soon she remembered what happened today.

The third master told her very bluntly that he didn't like him and just regarded her as family. This reason for refusal may sound ridiculous, but it may be the truth!

He has always been good to himself, maybe he really misunderstood, he rejected it completely, and he said it clearly, so he said that he was completely out of love.

"Damn."

Saying that I never thought of getting married and having children, liar, it's just that that person is not himself. I don't feel good in my heart, who is his prime minister's wife in history?

The more I want to wake up, the more uncomfortable it becomes.

Tears couldn't help but come out of his eyes again and fell on the pillow.

Maybe it's time for her to give up.

The third master is good to her, she knows that even if it is not the love of men and women, it is rare for her to know him in this strange place and be protected by him.

I liked him first at the beginning, and after so long, I felt that he liked him too.

If you think about it, you made it difficult for him.

It's just that the likes have already been given, and it's really hard to get them back.

Then keep this love in your heart! Maybe when he gets married and has children, it will be good to wait for a long time.

"It's impossible to be together if it's not people from the same world."

"It's that I'm thinking too much."

In the future, what mood should I take to you.

Song Qing, who had slept enough, turned over and sat up, looked at the slippery quilt, moved to the side of the bed, and put on embroidered shoes. The room was quiet, it was dark because it was the second half of the night, and only a rough outline could be seen in the room.

After putting on his shoes, Song Qing got up and walked to the window, reaching out and pushing the window open.

"Whew-"

"Whoa—"

The breeze was blowing in his ears, and there was the sound of leaves rattling, and Song Qing stretched out his hand, feeling the wind blowing on his hand.

It's been so long since she's been here, and it feels like a dream, but she knows it's a life she's really experienced.

In such a dark night, Song Qing stood for a long time......

On this day, Song Qing woke up quite early, or she hadn't slept since she woke up in the middle of the night.

At this time, Song Qing was already dressed neatly, with a goose-yellow costume and long skirt, looking sober and elegant. And she is now sitting in front of the mirror, and Lin Qing is letting her comb her hair.

Looking at himself in the mirror with a not very good face, Song Qing painted himself a light makeup, and looked at it like this, which made him feel a lot more energetic.

"Lin Qing, how did I get back last night?"

Although she had already guessed, she couldn't help but ask.

"Miss, it was the adults who brought you back."

Song lowered his eyes after hearing this.

"I see."

"Miss, which hairpin do you want to use?"

"That's it."

"Yes, miss."

When eating lunch, Zhao Cheng didn't see Song Qing, and after frowning, he raised his eyes and looked at the door.

Usually eating is not very active, but today it is all time to eat, but Song Qing has not come yet.

"Where's she?"

The housekeeper standing on the side was stunned, there were only two people in the Prime Minister's Mansion, so the housekeeper naturally knew who Zhao Cheng was asking.

"Xiangye, Miss Song led Yahuan out early in the morning, saying that the weather was good and she went out for a walk."

Zhao Cheng pinched the chopsticks with his fingers and lowered his eyes, he was used to having people around him when eating, and he was even more accustomed to the noisy sound in his ears when eating.

It's scary to get used to.

Put down the chopsticks.

Zhao Cheng got up and left.

……

Maybe he didn't know what mood to use to face the third master, no, Song Qing led Lin Qing out early this morning.

I also met an acquaintance on the way, who was the boy in white who was squatting next to her when she was assassinated last time. This son-in-law is the son of the richest man in Chenzhou, and I heard that his mother saved the wife of a petty official in the early years, and he decided to marry him.

And he came to the imperial capital to propose marriage this time, but in this era, Shinong Industry and Commerce, it is obvious that his fiancée, who is married to him, dislikes his identity and wants to climb the high branches.

So when Song Qing met him, this son-in-law was being slapped in the face by his fiancée and quit the marriage.

All in all, it's miserable.

At this time, the two people who had been walking around the street were complaining to each other, and there was a feeling that they were both fallen people at the end of the world.

"She quit the marriage, and I still want to get out of the marriage, who is rare. Speaking of which, I'm not reluctant, I'm angry. ”

"I thought I would be miserable if I fell out of love, but I didn't expect you to be worse than me, and suddenly I felt a lot more balanced in my heart."

"Broken love, what's that?"

"Falling out of love is when you like someone very much, but he rejects you, which is called falling out of love. Forget it, I don't want to, I'm uncomfortable thinking about it. You say I'm not good, but I'm not bad. ”

"You're fine."

"Don't say it, let's go, it's rare to meet me and invite you to dinner, as the saying goes, turn grief and anger into appetite."

(End of chapter)