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

Chapter 87 He is not the male lead.

The next day, Song Qingyue wanted to pretend to be sick to thank the guests, but Li Zhao seemed to have expected it, and brought an imperial physician early in the morning to ask for a pulse, saying that she was afraid that the girl would catch the cold in the water yesterday.

Now I can't pretend to be sick.

Seeing that Song Qingyue was in good health, Li Zhao acted like a juggler, and asked someone to serve more than a dozen kinds of breakfast, all of which were exquisite and vegetarian. After that, he proposed to take Song Qingyue out for a horse ride today.

Song Qingyue frowned and asked everyone in the room to go out first, "I have something to say to His Highness alone."

Li Zhao's long follower, Huang Menlang, was the most obedient, and retreated without hesitation. The maids and nuns on Song Qingyue's side saw that all the servants of the palace had retreated, so they also retreated hesitantly.

Li Zhao stared at Song Qingyue with great interest, but saw her sullen the moment the nanny closed the door, slapped the chopsticks on the table, and shouted very seriously: "Li Zhao!"

"Hey, my son is listening." While talking nonchalantly, he took her hand, rubbed it lightly, and said, "Talk about something, don't hurt yourself."

"Li Zhao! Can you be more sincere? You came to this mountain to pay homage to your biological mother! You didn't come here to talk about love with me!"

Song Qingyue's expression was extremely serious.

Li Zhao stared at her with rounded eyes, stared at her for a long time, and then burst out laughing: "If my mother is really alive in the sky, she must hope to see her son and future daughter-in-law in harmony and beauty." .Look at you, you slapped the table and reprimanded me loudly before you even got through the door, hey, I don’t know if my mother will feel sorry for me..."

Song Qingyue: "..."

Seeing her puckered mouth, she was speechless, Li Zhao stretched out his hand to pinch her tender cheeks, and said with a smile, "But it's good that you are like this, it's better than being polite like a puppet, it's too natural. This son do not like."

Song Qingyue pursed her lips and thought for a while, then raised her face in confusion, and asked, "Isn't it good to respect each other as guests?"

Li Zhao didn't know how to answer for a while.

Who wouldn't want to be intimate with the person they will spend their entire life with in the future?If you don't really feel nothing, or if you really don't like it, you will forcefully ask for a respect.

He lowered his face: "You really despise this son."

"I don't dislike you, I'm just... I'm..." For a moment, she wanted to say that she was afraid of falling in love with him, and she didn't want to become unrecognizable in order to compete with other women in the future. Wouldn't it be nice to respect each other as a guest from the very beginning, when you become an enemy who hates you?
But when she saw Li Zhao's fierce eagle-like eyes, she couldn't speak.

He is not the hero.

Not only is he not a male protagonist with deep love like the sea, but he is also an S-level scumbag who is full of careerism and has a love brain value of zero.

Song Qingyue emphasized it to herself again.

She can't expect him to give the promise of being a couple for life.

Since it is not possible, why bother to argue with him because of this fundamentally unsolvable conflict of ideas?

So she simply said: "...I just hate you!"

This time it was Li Zhao's turn to be stunned. He expected that Song Qingyue probably didn't like him yet, but he didn't hate him too much!

"Why? What did this son do to make you hate?"

"What did you do that you don't know?" Speaking of this, Song Qingyue became more confident.

"What did I do?" Li Zhao really couldn't imagine that since they met in Baoding, he has been very kind to her.

"You, you, the first time you saw me, you threw me from a tree several feet high. The second time, you locked me in a small dark room for a whole day, without food or drink, He also said that he would chop me up, braise and stew! Isn't that enough? You almost killed me twice, isn't it enough that I hate you!"

Song Qingyue's face was flushed with anger, and her chest was heaving and panting heavily, as if she really hated Li Zhao because of these two things.

Li Zhao was very surprised. How could he have never thought that a two- or three-year-old doll actually has a memory?And this child has been remembering it for more than ten years. If Song Qingyue didn't mention the matter of throwing her off the tree, he would have almost forgotten it.

He grabbed Song Qingyue's hand in a panic, and hurriedly explained: "Yue'er, I was indeed an asshole for the first time. I had a bad temper at that time, but I didn't think anything really happened to you at that time. Father Wang stood Under the tree, I know he will be able to catch you, I just want to scare you and see if you really can't cry, I didn't expect you to remember it for so many years. As for the second time..."

"Stop talking!"

Song Qingyue struggled to take her hand out of his palm, stood up, pointed to the door, and said, "Get out! I hate you when I see you! If I knew you were Li Zhao, I wouldn't have saved you if I beat you to death in Baoding! "

This was a bit too much. Li Zhaofei did not let go of Song Qingyue's hand, but instead pulled her to sit on his lap, hugged her, scratched her nose, and said with a smile, "Look at you, for ten How could you be so angry when you became so angry about something trivial a few years ago?"

"Small things?! You are not the one who gets hurt, so you won't have a backache when you stand and talk!"

So he leaned his face closer, rubbed her smooth cheeks, and said in a low voice while breathing hot air in her ear: "Don't talk standing up, let's talk while sitting, and we can still talk while lying down when we get married."

"You!" Song Qingyue pushed his face away with her hands, "You are simply a gangster! Bandit!"

"Well, that's not true. You still said that you want to be Mrs. Yazhai of the local bandits. You also said that you are asked to be Mrs. Yazhai. You will have face among all the bandits. Did you say that? Don't tell this son you I don’t remember. It sounded good at that time, but I don’t want to now, you little liar!” He said, locking her flailing hands, hugging her waist forcefully, leaning forward forcefully, and slapping her cheek hard kissed.

Song Qingyue stared at him with a pair of almond eyes, and saw him put on an evil and wild smile with this handsome face, and felt that this was not a royal son, but he was just a bad guy. Reasonable pirate bandits!
"You bandit!" she complained angrily.

Li Zhao said very rascally: "This son is a bandit, so you have to keep your word, right, my lady Yazhai?"

Seeing that Song Qingyue was still full of anger, he smiled more joyfully, hugged her tightly, rubbed his cheek against her neck, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said in a soft tone: "Anyway, in the future you You also need to know to marry me, and I am not afraid to tell you now, I was spoiled by my stepmother at that time, and my father took me to the Lingnan military camp in desperation. We met several times when we were young, it was precisely When this son is the most stubborn."

"You're not much better now." Song Qingyue rolled her eyes, causing Li Zhao to burst out laughing.

After a long time, Song Qingyue asked again with a little worry: "Then His Highness and the current Princess Su..."

"I haven't broken my face yet." Li Zhao smiled helplessly, "After all, she is the stepwife that my father Wang Mingmei is marrying. On the surface, she has always treated me better than her own children. If I disrespect her, it is my fault. I'm not that stupid."

"Then... will she trouble me in the future?"

Li Zhao thought for a while, and answered honestly, "Yes."

Song Qingyue sighed, and leaned listlessly on Li Zhao's chest: "I know, if I marry you, I will never have a peaceful life!"

Feeling that her body was gradually relaxing in his arms, Li Zhao was happy, tilted his head, and kissed her cheek again: "Don't be afraid, you have my son backing you up, so you don't have to be afraid of her."

"I want to retire!"

"Impossible!" Li Zhaofa bit her ear hard, and said in a low voice next to her ear: "The imperial decree has been issued, you are my man in life and my ghost in death, even if I die, You also have to marry and be guarded by this son!"

He saw from the side that her eyelashes trembled, and her relaxed body tensed up again.

Li Zhao vaguely knew that he had said the wrong thing just now, but when she heard that she was going to divorce the engagement, anger welled up in his heart uncontrollably.She is his, from head to toe, from before to after, he has always belonged to him alone!
Song Qingyue was in pain from being strangled by his arms, and what she said just now made her feel as if she had fallen into a cave of ice.Li Zhao is the supporting role and villain in the book, a native royal nobleman, she shouldn't have any expectations just because he treats her well.

She has no intention of distinguishing with him. This is a matter of inconsistent views. After all, she will never be able to get along together. She sighed lightly, lowered her head, and begged him softly: "I understand, Your Highness, please don't let me go!" Angry, too tight, strangling me."

Li Zhao knew that Song Qingyue really annoyed him this time, but he didn't know what to do, he just tightened his arms around her, he didn't regret saying such things to her, that's what he thought in his heart, It was his attitude, he wanted to grab her, desperately wanted to grab her.

Li Zhao tilted his head to look at her, his eyes swept over the skin on her face, and finally settled on her pink lips, his throat rolled slightly, resenting that she still refused to talk to him, so he bit her...

After a while, when the servant girl came in to clean up the cups, plates and chopsticks, she saw Song Qingyue lowered her head and covered her mouth with a handkerchief, standing far away from His Royal Highness.

Mo Yun asked: "Girl, are you still going out for a horse race today? If you go, this servant will help you change your clothes."

Song Qingyue still covered her mouth with a handkerchief, waved her hands, and said, "I'm not going, I, I'm not feeling well today, so I'm just resting in the room, and you send me off to His Royal Highness."

After that, she stood up, walked around behind the screen, and lay down on the bed.

Li Zhao covered his lips with clenched fists and coughed twice, cleared his throat and said, "Miss Song has a good rest today. Let's go ahead and read scriptures for my mother and concubine." The door and the guard left.

Eunuch Xiao Lin was waiting anxiously outside, but he didn't dare to interrupt rashly just now, so he hurriedly reported: "Your Highness, Miss Biao is also here to offer incense to the princess..." Eunuch Xiao Lin raised his eyes and suddenly saw There was a seemingly invisible mark on the lips of my eldest son, and he choked, "Your Highness, you..."

"Get lost! None of your business!" Li Zhao roared angrily, touched the tooth marks on his lips, and felt so happy in his heart, and then asked, "Which cousin?"

"Miss Ning Er."

The second girl Ning, named Ning Yueyao, is the only legitimate daughter of Zhenyuan Hou Ning Hansong.The eldest girl in the Hou's mansion is Ning Hansong's niece, and she has already married to another place.

Ning Yueyao grew up in the palace since she was a child, she was the companion of the girls in the palace, and she and Li Zhao were childhood sweetheart cousins.But Li Zhao went to Lingnan when he was eight years old. After returning to the capital at the age of 15, he was detained by the emperor's grandfather to study in the palace. In fact, I haven't seen this cousin a few times.If you want to say how much love you have, it depends on her surname Ning.

If Song Qingyue hadn't been there, perhaps this would have been his concubine.

Don’t want to see them, everyone is here, so it’s impossible not to see them, so Li Zhao could only say, “Go, go and meet.”

(End of this chapter)