In the next two days, Zhao Cheng did not touch Song Qing, and patiently raised Song Qing, chicken soup, and fish soup were not less stewed.

Just when Song Qing felt that he was a little too cold, Song Qing trembled when he saw his legs in the next few days.

Not close to women.

Believe you, a ghost.

Zhao Cheng has been very busy these days, leaving early and returning late, and even in the evening he is still in the study to deal with the files.

When he came to his position, it was naturally impossible to be like the bosses written in them, who knew that he was in love with the heroine every day.

Her prime minister is very busy.

No, seeing that it was almost time to eat, Zhao Cheng was still in the study and didn't come out.

When Song Qing walked into the study, he saw a man dressed in black sitting upright by the bookcase, holding a file in his hand and reading it.

Approaching him lightly, she bent down to look at the file in his hand.

"Not done yet?"

"Hmm."

Zhao Cheng answered, stretched out his hand and pulled the person into his arms, and let her sit on his lap with one hand around her waist. The other hand continued to hold the dossier and look at it, quietly and solemnly.

He's usually quiet and doesn't talk much.

Or that there is no time other than Song Qing that can make him have a superfluous expression. Rigid, cold and hard, that's how he feels.

So seriously?

Song glanced at him lightly, and said incorrectly, "Will I disturb you?" Otherwise, I'd better go out first. ”

Zhao Cheng's hands tightened a little, put down the file in his hand, and looked down at the person in his arms.

"The mouth is not right."

He spoke in a low voice, his voice low.

Song glanced at him lightly, "I still have to inch in." ”

That's right, from the beginning when she met him, she had to inch in, and she was glad that she was thick-skinned, otherwise how could she have such a fate with him.

Zhao Cheng said that he clasped her waist with his hands and stood up with one hand holding her, and directly put the person on the bookcase and sat down. He put his hands at her sides, looking at her condescendingly.

Trapped in front of him.

Shrinking his neck, meeting his dark eyes, Song Qing subconsciously reached out to his chest.

Her eyes were very familiar to her.

"Don't mess around."

"This is the study."

"The study is heavy."

Zhao Cheng leaned closer to her.

"I don't mind."

“……”

Third master, where is your coldness?

Before he could protest, his neck was lightly clasped by her fingers, and he pressed down his lips to take her breath.

Strong, yet gentle.

The sweet feeling flowed in his heart, his body softened, and Song Qingshou subconsciously grabbed his clothes and responded to him.

When he came out of the study, Song Qing was carried out by Zhao Cheng. At this moment, she quietly leaned her head on Zhao Cheng's neck, her cheeks were ruddy and her eyes were red, like blooming flowers, delicate and moving.

Although Song Qing didn't want to admit that her body was too weak, the fact was that she couldn't stand on her feet now.

glanced at the third master who was holding him, calm and self-controlled, with a cold and noble atmosphere. Looking at him, Song Qing finally understood what it meant to be sullen.

There is only one Song Qing between the cold and self-contained and the sven scum Zhao Chengxiang.

Song Qing: "Zhao Cheng." ”

Zhao Cheng: "Hmm. ”

Song Qing: "I think it is necessary for us to discuss what is called self-control and what is called loving a wife." ”

Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows: "So what?" ”

Song glanced at him lightly: "So you start sleeping on the ground for me tonight." ”

Zhao Cheng: "On the ground? ”

Song Qing: "Yes, it's on the ground, give me three days to sleep, not four days." ”

Let you give me a high cold.

Let you pretend to be deep for me.

“……”

"Okay."

Zhao Cheng was naturally a man of words, and he calmly laid the floor that night, and the mat was very soft, and then packed Song Qing together.

Lying in Zhao Cheng's arms, Song Qing was a little skeptical about life.

Song Qing stretched out his hand and poked his chest, "You are not trustworthy, I mean to let you sleep on the ground, not to let you carry me to the ground with you." ”

Where's my bed?

"You let go, I want to sleep in bed."

Zhao Cheng shook his head with a straight face, "No, since I promised my wife to sleep on the ground, my husband will naturally not break his promise." Let's sleep, it's not early, I have to get up early tomorrow to go to court. ”

When Song Qing heard this, he only felt a mouthful of old blood holding in his chest, "Can you understand it like this?" ”

Zhao Cheng: "It's all the same. ”

The same ghost.

You're a bad old man, you're bad.

This black-bellied man, Song Qing felt that his IQ was pressed to the ground and rubbed.

Boom!

One day.

Two days.

Three days.

In a flash.

In the past three days, Zhao Cheng has slept on the ground, and as for Song Qing, he is naturally with him.

Tonight is the last night.

The candles in the room flickered, the lights flickered on and off, and the floor was paved, as soft as ever. This time, Song Qing didn't wait for Zhao Cheng to move her over, so she lay down first.

Not to mention, this casual and harmonious feeling of getting along is quite good, and there is a feeling of quiet years.

Song Qing lay beside Zhao Cheng, his hands resting on his head, looking at the flickering candles in the room, Song Qing couldn't help but sigh.

"Or we'd better go to bed."

It's all the same anyway.

Song Qing wanted to complain.

Zhao Cheng hooked the corners of his lips and a joke flashed in his eyes, but his face was silent.

"Didn't you say you would sleep for four days? Husbands have always said the same. ”

“……”

"I'm so tired."

"It feels like I won't love anymore."

As soon as Song Qing's voice fell, he saw the third master beside him flick his fingers, and the candle flame in the room went out, and instantly fell into darkness.

"Hmm......"

This night, it seems that I don't want to sleep again.

……

Time flies.

It's winter in the blink of an eye.

Song Qing doesn't like it very much this season.

Last night, the temperature plummeted, and in the second half of the night, it snowed heavily, and the entire imperial capital was white overnight.

The snowflakes were falling one after another, and they did not stop after noon, but they were getting bigger and bigger, and so on for several days.

When the snow stopped, the ground was covered with snow, and the feet were up to the calves.

It was early in the morning, and when Song Qing was still in the bed, Zhao Cheng had already gotten up. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, so the civil and military officials above the entire court are very busy, and as Prime Minister Zhao Cheng, who is in power, he is naturally not excluded.

"Madam, I'm going to the court first for my husband."

It was too early and the weather was cold, so Song Qing just hummed and stretched out his hand and waved.

"Got it."

"When you come back, remember to bring me Lin Kee halva."

"Okay."

Zhao Cheng answered, pulled the quilt for her, turned around and left the room, and stepped on the snow to go up.

Sleep until you wake up naturally every day, count the money until your hands cramp, this is the real life portrayal of Song Qing now.

Since getting married, the financial power of the house has been handed over to her, although there are a bunch of accounts under her hands, but in the end, Song Qing has to see and confirm it in person.

It's too cold these days.

Song Qing is now wearing three layers inside and three layers outside, and he is wearing warmth, but compared with the down jacket in modern times, it is still not warm.

It was almost noon, and seeing that Zhao Cheng hadn't come back yet, Song Qing led Lin Qing to the courtyard for a walk. Along the way, the bluestone slabs and the snow on the ground were very clean. The Prime Minister's Mansion was heavily guarded as usual, and patrolling guards could occasionally be seen passing by.

Pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, this is the winter in ancient times.

"The view, it's really nice."

(End of chapter)