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

On the morning of July [-]th, Song Qingyue went to the Academy of Sciences to go to work as usual.After the morning class, I happened to go to the Fox Fairy Temple to offer incense, then have lunch at Liuquanju, and go to the temple fair in the afternoon.

Now Li Zhao doesn't need to enter the palace very early in the morning. He wakes up early, finishes his routine exercise, goes to take a shower, and then gets dressed before going to call Song Qingyue up. After helping her get dressed, they have breakfast together, and then ride in a carriage together Go to science academy.

Song Qingyue was still a little confused. After breakfast, she realized that she was wearing a dusty and rustic dress today. The color seemed to be worn by a widowed old woman.

"I have this dress?" She looked at Nanny Bai frowning.

Bai Momo said helplessly: "Your Majesty, His Highness specially asked the sewing room to make this body for you. It is still made of fragrant cloud gauze. The material is just this color, but it has a special charm."

Li Zhaodao: "In the past, I always thought you looked bad when you wore light-colored clothes, but this color is better, dignified and fair-skinned, so pretty!"

Song Qingyue looked at Li Zhao with an expression of "Do you think I'm a fool?" "No, do you really think that those clothes used to make me look bad? Or do you think I'm dressed too lively and want me to be more serious? Do you think that I am not dignified enough? Do you think that a young and beautiful girl is not worthy of being a teacher?!"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Li Zhao was drinking milk, and choked on Song Qingyue's series of questions. He didn't expect Song Qingyue to think in this direction.

"No, Yue'er, that's not what my husband knows about your abilities!"

"That's not what it means? What does that mean? You are like those sour literati who only look at people's appearance! Beautiful women are all fools, aren't they? Are they only good for men's playthings?"

"No, no!" Li Zhao waved his hands again and again, "Yue'er, don't get excited! Being a husband really doesn't mean that."

"You told me not to get excited! Li Zhao, let me tell you, I just want to wear good-looking clothes, and a person's mind doesn't need to be reflected by what he wears."

After finishing speaking, she angrily turned around and went back to the room to change into a peach blossom pink dress embroidered with white butterflies and twine flowers. Her eyes were like autumn water, her face was like peach blossoms, and she was so glamorous that she was not human.Li Zhao stared straight away, swallowed his saliva, and wanted to find some reason for her to change her clothes, but Song Qingyue gave her a glare, scratched his ears, and closed his mouth.

Seeing that Song Qingyue still looked unhappy after getting in the car, Li Zhao thought not to be so awkward until the afternoon, so he would not be able to go to the temple fair happily, so he coaxed him gently and kindly: "Yue'er, don't be angry. No. It really doesn’t mean that. My husband just wants to see that you are so beautiful, so that the group of students won’t pay attention to the class, and only care about you.”

Song Qingyue cast a sideways glance at Li Zhao, so she couldn't have made a mistake just now, right?

I still remember that this guy forced her to wear a veil when she was in the military camp.

Could this man be jealous?Or possessive or something like a "dominant eccentricity"?
"You... Forget it, tell me what you think in the future, don't be confused!" Song Qingyue muttered, and she was no longer angry.

"I'm not afraid that you think I'm narrow-minded." Li Zhao felt slightly embarrassed when his narrow-mindedness was punctured. "Look at you, I'm very angry now." He muttered.

Song Qingyue rolled his eyes at him, and smiled: "When did you get careless?" After finishing speaking, she smoothed the hair of a certain narrow-minded man, leaned on him, raised her chin and kissed him on the cheek: "Yue'er is angry." Husband is used to sex too. I know Brother Azhao treats me well, and Yueer likes Azhao the most!"

Given the steps, of course, I hurried down the slope in a hurry, and someone snorted twice: "It's good to know."