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

Song Qingyue, who had been peaceful for a long time, thought that she would have to live alone this year.

On the day of Xiaonian, the wind blew all night in the capital, and it snowed all night.Listening to the wind outside the window, Song Qingyue dreamed of Li Zhao.

She can't remember exactly what she dreamed of. She only remembers the last part of the dream, which is when she returned to the time and space of her previous life. She was walking quietly on the way home from get off work alone. Smoked a thick cigar, and drove a convertible sports car past the pond beside her, splashing water all over her body.

Song Qingyue yelled at him, and even raised a brick and chased that convertible sports car all the way. She didn't know how she could run so fast.The sports car drove through the streets and alleys all the way, and finally drove directly into the gate of King Su's mansion!

As the sky was approaching dawn, Song Qingyue woke up laughingly at this funny dream, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Li Zhao sitting by the bed and staring at herself.

In the dim light of the sky, the familiar pair of eyebrows and eyes, which were always high and flying, are now full of infatuation and affection.Those eyes stared at him, as if they had been looking at him for a long time.

The morning sun shines in through the glass windows and sprinkles on his back. The whole person is handsome and handsome, as clear and gentle as the breeze and the moon.

Seeing that she opened her eyes with a smile, Li Zhao leaned down and kissed her between her brows, with his arms on both sides, staring at her as if he couldn't see enough, and then laughed too.

"Did Yue'er dream of being a husband just now?" He asked in a low voice against her forehead.

The little beauty didn't answer, just smiled mischievously, and then retracted into the quilt.When she thought of the dream just now, she only showed a pair of beautiful eyes, slyly bent into crescents, staring at him and laughing.

Li Zhao stretched out his hands to push back the quilt she used to cover her face, narrowed her eyes and asked menacingly, "No? Then what did you dream about and smile so happily?"

"No! I dreamed it!"

Song Qingyue stretched her hands out of the warm blanket, hugged Li Zhao's neck, and kissed him on the side of his ear: "Yue'er really dreamed about Brother Azhao just now."

Li Zhao picked her up with the quilt and put her on his lap.Afraid of pressing the child, he didn't dare to use force, he just hugged her lightly, buried his face in her neck and deeply smelled the faint orange fragrance on her body.

"Miss me? Yue'er?"

Song Qingyue hugged him, pressed her face to his shoulder very attached, and hummed softly, with a nasal sound, lazy and coquettish.

Li Zhao felt his heart was about to melt, hugged her and kissed her from the ear to the neck, then to the chin, and finally to those soft and sweet lips like petals.

"Yue'er, I miss you, I miss you so much. Yue'er..." He kept stroking Song Qingyue's smooth and delicate face with his calloused palms, obsessively tracing her eyebrows and eyes, and muttered to himself: "My sweetheart, my good moon, how can you be so attractive, how can I like you so much?"

Song Qingyue laughed, her black grape-like pupils shone brightly in the morning light, her eyes were like autumn water, her brows were like willow leaves, a poem suddenly appeared in Li Zhao's mind: "Smoke like the air of spring, bright like the light of autumn water .”

"Sleepy or not, sleep a little longer? It's still early." Li Zhao said.

Song Qingyue wanted to say that she wanted to get up early today, get dressed, and attend the New Year's Eve palace banquet at night, no matter what.

But Li Zhao had already taken off his coat repeatedly, then got into the quilt, lay down again with Song Qingyue in his arms: "I will sleep with you for a while, my husband."

In this way, Song Qingyue lazily returned to the quilt, and softly pressed against his warm body, sighing comfortably.

Li Zhao hugged her and caressed her swollen belly. The heart that was empty when she was outside was filled to the brim at this moment.

Song Qingyue's morning sickness has gotten better recently, but she has become more and more drowsy, and fell asleep soon after lying in Li Zhao's arms.

In a daze, she felt soft kisses on the corners of her eyes and cheeks, and heard Li Zhao whispering in her ear that she should always be like this, that even if her hair was gray and her teeth fell out, she still had to hold her like this, saying What a lifetime, never parting...

Li Zhao drove the road for several days in wind and snow, and now holding the baby on his heart, he quickly fell asleep.

When she woke up, Song Qingyue had already got up and dressed.

"When is it?"

Li Zhao asked, covering his dizzy head.

Song Qingyue said: "It's already past noon. I heard that you haven't had a good sleep for several days in order to hurry, so I didn't wake you up."

"Have you had your lunch yet?"

"I've already used it, don't worry, my husband's little brat won't be hungry."

"I don't care about that little thing, I only care about you!"

Song Qingyue laughed.He took a cotton handkerchief, soaked it in warm water, wrung it half dry, and sat down on the bedside to wipe Li Zhao's face, very gently.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand after wiping, the white and slender catkin was grabbed by Li Zhao's big hand, and he put it on his lips and kissed again and again. He looked at her with deep eyes, as if he wanted to look into her eyes: "What's wrong with you today? Is it so good to be so gentle?"

"Little goodbye is better than a newlywed."

"Newly married?" Li Zhao pulled her into his arms and rubbed the stubble on her chin against her delicate neck: "You didn't treat me like this when you were newly married."

Song Qingyue was itchy and pushed him hard.

"Stop making trouble, get up quickly, wash up, eat something, and go to the palace." Song Qingyue finally pushed him away, stood up and went to fetch his clothes.

Li Zhao reluctantly got up from the bed. After riding a horse for several days, his body was very tired. He had only slept for three hours, and now he felt that every part of his body was aching.

It's been a long time since I've ridden a horse for such a long time, and the inner thighs have been worn out, and when I stood up, I gasped in pain.

Song Qingyue's face changed, and she came over and asked eagerly, "What's wrong with you?"

Li Zhao smiled indifferently: "It's okay, I haven't ridden a horse for a long time, this time I am a little unaccustomed to marching in a hurry for several days."

"It really doesn't matter? If something happens, call the imperial doctor!"

"It's okay, just scratch the skin."

Song Qingyue was afraid that his machismo would cause trouble, and she called the imperial doctor. Li Zhao had no choice but to take off his pants and show her the worn place on his leg: "I told you, it's just a flesh wound. Don't make a fuss." , it is unlucky to invite a doctor on New Year's Eve!"

"Shut up!" Song Qingyue glared at him, "There's so much bullshit!"

Gee!
This woman!
But seeing that she took the medicinal oil from the imperial physician's hand and planned to apply the medicine herself, Li Zhao laughed again, and reached out to pinch her cheek: "Don't frown, huh? My husband just wants to come back with Sister Yue'er." Let's celebrate the New Year together, and if I don't hug you to sleep at night, my brother is really scratching his heart... Hiss! Take it easy! Sister Yue'er, please forgive me!"

Song Qingyue poked his wound hard with a small jade stick smeared with medicated oil, and rolled her eyes.

The imperial doctor is still here, this man started talking nonsense!
Really annoying!