The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

Chapter 130 The coquettish big dog (midnight)
On the second day of their wedding, the imperial concubine woke up naturally after sleeping, and the sun outside was almost at the top of her head.But no one dared to say anything, not even Li Zhao's nanny in charge.

When I came back from the palace yesterday, His Highness took the concubine Shizi all the way back. He cherished her so much, who would dare to make her unhappy?

The concubine Shi Zi arrived here for the first time, and only knew that she was beautiful, but no one knew what kind of temper she had, and everyone was tense, not daring to make the slightest mistake.

Li Zhao and Su Wang had practiced boxing and kicking all morning, and came back from the front yard sweating. When they entered the door, they saw Song Qingyue lying on the bed of the Nuan Pavilion reading a book.She was only wearing a white jacket, her long hair was hanging loose, and the quilt was slanted over her body. She looked very ugly, but she looked warm and cozy.

Li Zhao shook his head softly, said nothing, and went to the clean room to take a shower.

After washing and coming out, Song Qingyue was still in the warm pavilion, this time she didn't lay down on her stomach, but sat up, writing and drawing in a small book with a charcoal pencil in one hand, and slowly drinking a bowl of ginseng chicken soup in the other hand .

Li Zhao walked over with a frown, took the small notebook from her hand, and said, "It's delicious to eat, how can someone write while eating?"

"I didn't write." Song Qingyue looked up at him with her small face, then lowered her head to drink chicken soup.

Li Zhao looked down, and sure enough, there were not words on the book, but paintings, which were pretty good, and some clothes.

"Are you going to open a tailor shop?"

Song Qingyue shook her head, she wasn't so boring, she couldn't make a lot of money from opening a tailor shop, and she didn't have a sense of accomplishment. She wanted to design a new uniform with narrow sleeves and lined pockets for the people of the palace.

She drank the remaining chicken soup in the bowl in one gulp, handed the empty bowl to Mo Yun, and said to Mo Xiang: "Go to the dining room and tell me that I want to eat braised chicken and hibiscus fish fillets today. , Vegetarian dishes, I want to eat fried bean sprouts. The rest is left to the dining room's free rein."

Li Zhao saw that she looked good today and seemed to have a good appetite, so her mood improved surprisingly.

"How are you today?" He asked with a smile.

Song Qingyue nodded: "Generally, you will be in a good mood if you get enough sleep, but if you don't get enough sleep, you will lose your appetite and have a bad temper."

Li Zhao smiled and said, "I remember it for my husband."

"Your Highness is not going to the Yamen today?"

Li Zhao returned the small drawing book to her, and Song Qingyue began to eat the peeled walnuts again, eating while drawing, crackling.

His own daughter-in-law also looks good eating, Li Zhao's eyes seem to be glued to her, thinking to himself, how can there be such a cute little girl in the world, he touched the top of her hair without any hairpin , sat next to her, held her waist, and said: "Why, this son finally got married, why don't you allow me to take a few days off?"

"Then how many days will you rest, Your Highness?" Song Qingyue finished eating three walnut kernels, and then started to eat raisins. She made up her mind to eat more when her appetite was good, and she also felt that her small body was too weak.

"What do you want to do? But it's not convenient for me to be around?"

Li Zhao took off his shoes and went up, leaned on the cushion with his arms around her, and put several layers of thick and soft cushions under her head according to her habit. Everywhere was soft and fragrant, and her body was also soft and fragrant.

The sunlight outside the house came in from the window. In the sunlight, Song Qingyue's skin without makeup was dazzlingly white. She was really a beauty like a jade vase. When she got close, she could smell the faint fragrance of roses. The word warm and fragrant nephrite describes her It couldn't be more appropriate.

He stretched his muscles and bones in the morning, took a bath just now, and now he is warm and soft in his arms. Li Zhao feels that he has never been so comfortable in his life.

So while playing with her hair, she talked without a hitch.

Li Zhao's body was warm, and Song Qingyue felt extremely comfortable being held by him in this early spring weather.

"There's nothing inconvenient about it, but since I've married and become His Royal Highness's concubine, will I be in charge of the internal affairs of the entire Wangfu East Road?"

"Of course, you can do whatever you want. If you want to know anything, you can go to the housekeeper of the palace, or you can go to the front yard to find Lin Wanfu. Mother Jiang is in charge of the backyard."

"Mother Jiang?" Song Qingyue had the impression that they had seen each other on the wedding night and last night, except for Mother Jiang and the six maids who were close to her.

As soon as Li Zhao heard her tone, she knew what she was worried about, and said, "Don't worry, my nanny is gone long ago. Mother Jiang belongs to the princess. I will send her away some other day."

This means that Jiang's mother has nothing to do with Li Zhao, and Song Qingyue can do whatever she wants.

"Can I take care of the maid in the front yard too?" Song Qingyue asked, twisting a raisin and feeding it to Li Zhao. The gesture was intimate and natural, which made Li Zhao's heart burn, but this woman still looked ignorant. The appearance, the eyes are lowered and the painting is concentrated.

Li Zhao stretched out his head to grab the raisin, suddenly raised her chin, lowered his head, and fed the raisin back to her mouth to mouth.

Mo Yun and Mo Xiang who were waiting in the room lowered their heads one after another, blushing and not daring to look.

Song Qingyue bit the raisin, looked at the handsome face that suddenly appeared in front of her with a little surprise, Li Zhao's thin lips slightly curled up: "It's up to you, the entire East Wangfu Road, even my son, is under your control."

Then came another suffocating deep kiss.

Although Song Qingyue didn't love him yet, when he kissed her, she didn't seem to hate her that much.

It's just that Li Zhao always kept his eyes open when he kissed her, those deep pool-like pupils were always watching her, as if he wanted to confirm her heart through her expression.

He not only wants her person, he also wants her heart.

It didn't feel right.

This day was very decadent, almost spent on the bed, the two of them have been tired of being together, each reading their own books, gossiping, and eating snacks.

In the evening, Li Zhao was afraid that she would eat too much food, so he dragged her to the bed, dressed neatly, combed her hair in a simple bun, and wandered around the yards on Wangfu East Road. The servants in the backyard at least got acquainted with the future mistress.

On Wangfu East Road, the place where the front yard works is called Xiguang Hall, and the place where the prince sleeps is called Baoguang Hall.

But the imperial concubine also has her own residence. The largest main courtyard in the backyard of the East Road is called Wufangzhai, and there are three courtyards.In addition to Wufangzhai, there are Wangyue Pavilion, Yushengju, Cuicuilou, Tingyuxuan... These places are still vacant now, but people will live in them in the future.

Song Qingyue's heart is now free of those entanglements and anxieties before marriage.

This state is like being so nervous before an exam that you toss and turn and can’t fall asleep, but when you actually sit in the exam room and get the test papers, your mind is only thinking about how to solve the problems, and you don’t feel nervous or entangled.

The exam question before Song Qingyue is how to be a good concubine of the Prince's Mansion.She can't deal with problems with the thinking of modern people, and she can't expect Li Zhao to be the only woman in her life.

Song Qingyue had an intuition that Meng Wanfeng and Prince Jing's mansion in this life were too weak to compete with Su Wang and Li Zhao.

Although she didn't know the reason why she deviated so much from the track of the original work, it was almost certain that Li Zhao would still be in that position in the future.

This is her... the rhythm of Gongdou in the future!

Will her life repeat the sad old path of Meng Wanfeng's previous life?
Seeing Song Qingyue staring at the farthest Jinxiu Pavilion in a daze, Li Zhao felt nervous for a while. The six concubines brought back from the palace were all staying there, and he deliberately didn't take her there today.

Thinking that Song Qingyue was feeling uncomfortable because of those concubines, she suddenly hugged her tightly from behind, rested her chin on her shoulder, and said, "Yue'er, don't worry, my husband will spoil you, and I will love you in the future." No one can surpass you, and I only call you my wife as a husband."

Song Qingyue turned to look at him with some doubts, she just stared at the sky in a daze, why did he suddenly talk about love in a nasty way?
This Li Zhao is really real, playing the role of a lover is quite interesting.

It's just that she really doesn't like this kind of love talk.

Who can't go by themselves?

Ha ha.

On the third day, when he was going back home, Li Zhao went out early in the morning to practice boxing and kicks, and saw Song Qingyue obediently sitting in front of the mirror while the mother combed her hair.

When he came out of the clean room, he saw that she was fully dressed and ready to go out at any time.

Today she is wearing an ivory white straight-necked top with pink peach blossoms embroidered on the cuffs, a goose yellow horse-face skirt, and a bright red pair of half-sleeves on the outside. He wears a whole set of pink and purple spring ribbons on his head made of colorful jade, and the two small earrings and the bracelet on his wrist are also made of pink and purple jade.

In the end, she pinned a bright yellow camellia flower on her neckline, with a few drop-shaped pearls hanging down her head. It looked like it was supposed to be used for pinning on her hair, but pinning it on her neckline was really like a finishing touch. Ordinary, good-looking and ingenious, the whole person is so fresh and juicy that Li Zhao can't move his eyes, thinking that his imperial concubine really knows how to dress up.

What's more, that set of pink and purple jade hair was part of his betrothal gift, and it was a set of hair in his mother's dowry.

He knew that this hairstyle would suit her very well.

Li Zhao felt that his vision was really good.

Seeing that Song Qingyue returned home like an arrow, Li Zhaoxu ate breakfast in the carriage, crystal spinach shrimp dumplings, Song Qingyue ate four of them in one go, and then ate two stewed pigeon eggs, and drank half a bowl of walnut peanut cheese. I couldn't drink any more, and Li Zhao finished the remaining half bowl.

Song Qingyue raised her hand and wiped the white cheese stains around his mouth with a handkerchief.

Li Zhao's heart throbbed again, and suddenly he grabbed her hand, stared at her deeply, and asked, "Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?"

Song Qingyue's eyelashes trembled, and she bit her delicately shaped lips, unwilling to speak.

But Li Zhao didn't want to let her go, stared into her eyes, and asked again: "Is it okay for the lady to tell my husband? Why?"

Seeing that she was still unwilling to say anything, he lowered his head and kissed her lips, once, twice, and kissed many times in a row. If Song Qingyue avoided it, he would kiss her cheek, nose, eyebrows, anyway. Where are you kissing?

"My lady, tell me quickly, if you don't say that you are a husband, keep kissing."

Song Qingyue couldn't resist his numbness, and told him to kiss until his face was covered with saliva, so she could only whisper: "Before the marriage, I was wrong, and I got into a dead end. Now that Da Lang treats me well, I just want to reciprocate, and I am also right." Dalang is better."

Of course, if you dare to treat me badly, I will give you medicine!
Humph, Dalang.

Li Zhao didn't know what she was thinking. Hearing her call him Dalang, his heart jumped like a thousand firecrackers. He took her hand, rubbed his face in her palm, and looked at her eagerly. There was a bit of grievance in his eyes: "That lady loves Dalang so much, my husband will always treat my lady well."

This is... what is this doing?

behave in a spoiled manner? !
Song Qingyue was momentarily dazed by his watery peach blossom eyes, Li Zhao now looked like a big dog trying to be petted.

Wait, this is, that career-hungry villain boss with a love brain value of zero?

This acting is too good!

Song Qingyue took a deep breath, turned her eyes away and didn't dare to look any more.

Li Zhao raised his eyes and saw her red ears, and a smug smile rose from the corner of her lips.

It's still what the father said is right, women are the most soft-hearted.

(End of this chapter)