"It's a pity that I don't have a mobile phone, otherwise I can take pictures and be nostalgic."

Speaking of this, Song scratched his head lightly.

"Hey, the days without cell phones."

"Comics, videos, TV series, I miss you."

"Madame, who is this thinking?"

When the words fell, the figure in front of her flashed, Song Qing only felt a tightness around her waist, and she had already fallen into a cold swishing embrace.

I shuddered.

"Who else can I think about but you,"

Zhao Cheng was satisfied.

It's enough to think about him.

"Why are you only back today?"

"The snow disaster in Beixian County was serious and many people died."

Natural and man-made disasters are unavoidable, especially in this backward ancient world.

"It's really hard, the emperor is not as busy as you."

The emperor is indeed not busy, because the emperor is basically unable to take care of things now.

Soon, he will change the master of this world, and if he can, he will want to take her around.

"Your hands are so cold, why don't you take a cloak when you come out?"

Song lightly pointed at himself with a helpless expression, "I'm wearing a very thick one, look, there are three layers inside and three layers outside, except for clothes, I can't see the waist." ”

Zhao Cheng put his hand on Song Qing's waist, secretly operating his internal force, and soon Song Qing felt the heat coming, and his whole body began to warm up.

Obviously, this consumes a lot of internal strength, but he is still willing to give her the cold like this.

"My third master is so good."

"Love you."

Song said softly, reaching out to wrap his arms around his waist and lean into his arms.

Zhao Cheng lowered his eyes, obviously in a good mood, but he was not good at words.

In the afternoon, Zhao Cheng was not in the house, but asked the housekeeper to bring her a cloak, fluffy, very luxurious, but it was really warm.

"Madame, try it."

"I heard Brother Gu say that a few days ago, adults ordered a high price to peel off the skin just to make a cloak for you."

Song raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Qing, who looked obscene, "Yo, Qingqing honestly explains, when did you get so close to Gu Wei, Brother Gu was called." ”

Lin Qing's face turned red instantly when he heard this.

"No, no."

Song Qing: "Okay, I won't tease you, Gu Weiren is good, handsome and chic, and his martial arts are also high, if you have fate, I will definitely support you." ”

Lin Qing shook his head after hearing this, "Madam, the slave maid didn't think about this, the slave maid wanted to follow you and serve you all the time, and when the lady gave birth to a little young master or a little young lady in the future, the slave and maid would continue to take care of them." ”

Song Qing couldn't help but laugh when she heard this, and couldn't help but burst out in a dialect, "Sister, you think about it for a long time, and you think of bringing me a child." ”

When it comes to children, Song Qing is not in a hurry.

She and Zhao Cheng are still young, and they are not like those ancient people who wanted children as soon as they got married. So for children, Song Qing's mentality is very stable. She doesn't deliberately use contraception, and she doesn't plan to give birth early, anyway, everything is fate, and she will give birth when she has it.

Song Qing picked up the cloak and draped it over his body, tied the strap and walked around the room twice. It's really instantly warm, and it's furry and comfortable.

"Madam, this cloak suits you very well, and you won't get cold even if you go out in the future."

Song nodded lightly.

"It's really warm."

It's just too extravagant, mink, or sable, how much skin has to be shed to make such a cape. And the workmanship is so delicate and fine, ordinary people really can't afford to wear it.

Reaching out and touching the cloak, Song Qing raised his eyes to look out the window, and couldn't hide the smile on his face.

I wonder what he's doing at this time?

Didn't miss her.

Obviously, they separated for a while.

She misses him.

At this time, Zhao Cheng, who was discussing things with his subordinates, subconsciously sneezed.

"Your Excellency, I'm cold."

"Prime Minister, please take care of your health."

Zhao Cheng didn't speak, he didn't have anything to do, he always felt that it should be her wife who was talking about him.

Well, I miss her a little.

I don't know what she is doing at this time, whether she likes the cloak or not, thinking of this, he unconsciously narrowed his eyes, it was an unfathomable face, which made people always feel that who was going to be unlucky again.

Ask the world, what is love, one thing descends one thing, that's it.

is like Zhao Cheng, the power leans towards the government and the opposition, but there is such a person in his life, and since then he has been willing to turn into a finger twister for her.

The days are like this, a calm and warm past.

Winter goes to spring, and everything recovers.

It's another year of spring flowers.

At this time, in the courtyard, Song Qing was dressed in a water-blue embroidered camellia shirt, with a gold silk fan in her hand, sitting on the Taishi chair, her chin was lowered, and she was looking ahead with a smile in her eyes.

With a smile and a smile, it is obvious that he has retreated from the youthfulness, and there is more coquettishness that only women have.

Not far away, there is a table, and there is rice paper, pen and ink on the table at this time.

At this time, Zhao Cheng was dressed in moon-white clothes, his long ink-colored hair was only tied with a hosta, and a light cyan jade pendant hung around his waist. Brocade clothes and jade belts, Zhilan jade trees, a body of noble self-sufficiency.

He was now standing by the bookcase and painting, and there were several drawings on the table next to him, and the woman was sitting in a flower, standing under a tree, or leaning on a soft couch. Smiling lightly, looking forward to the brilliance, it is obvious that they are all the same person.

The last stroke fell, and Zhao Cheng looked at the person on the painting and nodded with satisfaction.

Song Qing, who was sitting on the Taishi chair, couldn't help but turn the golden silk fan in his hand after seeing him put down the pen.

"Are you alright?"

Zhao Cheng nodded, "Okay." ”

"I'll see."

Song said softly, walked up to him, and looked down at the painting on the desk.

It's not like Song Qing, it can be seen at a glance.

Lifelike and vivid.

Song turned his head to look at the man standing beside him, and gave a thumbs up directly.

"It's a really good drawing."

Sanye's paintings are high-end and atmospheric, the standard of Chinese painting, and the treasure of national style can be put on museum exhibitions in the future, so compared with Song Qing's comic characters, it should not be said that it cannot be compared.

"If you like it, it's fine."

Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Song Qing's waist and looked at her portrait. He is not the kind of person who likes to fiddle with writing and ink, and he rarely leaves calligraphy and paintings. But he is very willing to paint Song Qing.

"Of course I like it, go back and hang it in our room."

"By the way, it's a pity that we couldn't take a few sets of wedding photos when we got married."

“……”

So, what is a wedding photo?

Saying that he couldn't understand, Madame was saying something he didn't quite understand.

Maybe I felt the sight from Zhao Cheng, like. couldn't explain what a wedding photo was, so Song simply poked the painting with the fan in his hand.

"It's a double portrait, yours and mine."

The heart is hot.

There is an indescribable feeling.

Zhao Cheng walked around behind him and stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around her waist, "You can try." ”

As he spoke, Zhao Cheng asked people to remove the painting and put it back on new rice paper.

Holding Song Qing's waist with one hand, Zhao Cheng continued to paint, and the breeze blew his hair across Song Qing's cheeks.

Turning his head to look at the side of his face.

It is said that serious men are handsome.

Indeed it is.

Mom and Dad, I'm very happy now.

Your son-in-law has been very good to me.

Be good too.

I don't know if you'll know about me in a thousand years, but I do live here now.

With a faint smile, Song Qing reached out and picked up a strand of his hair and wrapped it around his fingertips.

Perhaps seeing her small movements, the corners of Zhao Cheng's lips hooked up a trace of arc.

That's nice.

Thinking of her embarrassed appearance when they first met, I was glad that I didn't leave her behind.

"Third Master."

"Huh?"

I see you're smiling, what are you laughing at? ”

"Is there one? You read it wrong. ”

"Are you sure, I obviously saw the corners of your mouth go up, tell me, what do you want?"

"No, I just think Madame is very beautiful."

"Get out, you traitor, I believe you have a ghost."

The breeze was gently blowing in the courtyard, and the sound of leaves was heard.

Birds squeaked in the treetops.

A faint floral scent lingers on the nose.

The sound of talking, laughter continued.

……

(End of chapter)