When Song Qingshu returned to the other courtyard of Daotai Yamen, it was getting late, so he specially invited Cheng Yaojia and his wife to dinner.
What surprised him was that Lu Guanying did not sneer or sneer during the dinner for the first time, but kept silent. Cheng Yaojia seemed to have thoughts too, and he was out of his mind all night.
"Master Lu, just relax, and heal your wounds here during this time. There is no place in Yangzhou that is safer than here." Song Qingshu put down his wine glass and said with a smile.
Lu Guanying's expression changed several times, but he still cupped his hands: "Thank you!"
Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows. The other party's attitude was completely different. It was a bit strange. He couldn't help but glance at Cheng Yaojia, and found that her face turned red and pale for a while, but she just moved her chopsticks subconsciously, and she looked preoccupied.
"Strange." Song Qingshu frowned, but he soon realized that he had too many things to think about now, so naturally he didn't have the energy to figure out what the young couple was thinking.
After dinner, Song Qingshu arranged the couple to rest in different rooms, and then arranged a bunch of doctors and maids to take care of Lu Guanying. Cheng Yaojia blushed, but took the initiative to run over to take care of her husband.
Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing, knowing that Cheng Yaojia was worried about what he would do to her, he wondered if he was that scary, your husband is still there...
But he didn't stop them either. After all, the two of them were husband and wife in name. Although there was a divorce letter, how could the relationship between them have been broken for so many years
After returning to the room, Song Qingshu kept thinking about the current situation in Yangzhou and the issue of Li Kexiu's ownership, and the night was already deep before he knew it.
Suddenly, his heart moved, and he looked up at the door.
"Song... Mr. Song, can I come in?" There were a few light knocks on the door first, and then Cheng Yaojia's timid voice sounded.
"Please come in!" Song Qingshu was keenly aware of the trembling in the other party's voice, and wondered in his heart, the two have been together for so long, why is she still so afraid of herself
In fact, strictly speaking, Cheng Yaojia and Huang Rong are of the same generation after all. Fortunately, Song Qingshu is also in his thirties now, so the age gap between the two parties is only a few years old, but Cheng Yaojia is older after all, so it should be considered His elder sister, but she has a shy temperament, coupled with a delicate face, when the two get along, Song Qingshu treats her like a little sister.
The door was quickly pushed open from the outside, and a dignified and gentle young woman walked in, a plain long dress made her look extraordinarily beautiful and moving.
"Madam is so beautiful now." Song Qingshu couldn't help admiring, and at the same time, his eyes fell on her steamy hair, obviously she had just bathed not long ago.
"Aren't I beautiful before?" Cheng Yaojia looked up at him, her eyes shining brightly.
Song Qingshu was surprised at her boldness, and noticed that she closed the door casually, and couldn't help laughing: "Madam didn't seem to drink during the dinner today, why does she seem to have become more courageous?"
Cheng Yaojia blushed, couldn't help stomping her feet and said, "Just come and make fun of me!"
"Okay, okay, is this my servant? Xiaosheng is here to apologize to his wife." Song Qingshu made a salute on purpose, which made Cheng Yaojia couldn't help but giggle, "I just don't know why my wife is looking for you so late. ?”
"Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do?" Cheng Yaojia bit her lips, and her eyes turned to him.
"Of course it's fine. Whenever Madam wants to come to me, I'll sweep the couch to welcome you." Song Qingshu felt a little regretful as soon as he said that. The idiom used here is somewhat ambiguous, and it is easy to be misunderstood, but this time it was indeed wronged. , He really didn't think about that when he said it.
Cheng Yaojia really subconsciously glanced in the direction of the bed, her small face seemed to be covered with rouge, her plump breasts heaved up and down a few times, and she suddenly said: "I want to drink with you, I don't know if the young master will reward you or not." ?”
Song Qingshu was slightly taken aback, always felt that she was a little strange today, but still smiled and said: "It's an honor to be able to drink with Madam, but I always drink a lot, what if Madam gets drunk?"
Cheng Yaojia lowered her eyes, bit her lips subconsciously, and under the light, her lips shone with a moist and charming luster: "Drunk is drunk."
Song Qingshu was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed: "Since Madam has such a taste, I will accompany you of course." After speaking, he called a maid at the door and asked her to bring a jug of fine wine.
Cheng Yaojia in the room couldn't help but blush when she heard Song Qingshu asked the maid to serve more wine.
He is now the distinguished guest of Daotai Yamen, the servant girl did not dare to neglect him, and brought the wine not long after.
"Madam, please sit down!" Song Qingshu thoughtfully moved the stool out for her, and made a gesture of invitation.
Where did Cheng Yaojia see the gentleman's demeanor that is popular in later generations, she was flustered for a while, and said thank you with a blushing face.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly, sat down opposite her, and poured her a glass of wine: "I toast my wife."
Who knew that Cheng Yaojia shook his head: "Young master has saved our couple's life one after another, so I should respect you first with this cup."
Song Qingshu shook the jug next to him, laughed and said, "There's still a lot of wine here, madam, you can respect slowly."
Cheng Yaojia pursed her lips and looked at him with a half-smile: "Then what is the name of the glass of wine you are toasting?"
Song Qingshu looked at her carefully, under the candlelight, Cheng Yaojia's cheeks were extremely beautiful, and he couldn't help admiring: "The first cup is to respect my wife, Bihuajiao."
Despite the distress in her heart, Cheng Yaojia couldn't help but smile knowingly when she heard him praise her so much: "Okay, I'll drink this first glass of wine."
Who knew that Song Qingshu grabbed her wrist and said with a smile: "Madam, why are you so impatient, we haven't clinked glasses yet."
Cheng Yaojia couldn't help sticking out her tongue, she was always out of her mind tonight, no wonder she made such a low-level mistake.
She raised her wine glass to touch the other party, then raised her head and drank the glass of wine in one gulp.
Looking at her snow-white and slender pink neck, which was still sliding slightly when swallowing the wine, Song Qingshu suddenly felt that she was beautiful and delicious, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
"Can you let go of my hand now?" After drinking a glass of wine, Cheng Yaojia's eyes were much brighter than before, not knowing whether it was drunk or ashamed.
Following her gaze, Song Qingshu noticed that he was still holding her slender wrist, but he was no longer a brat, and he didn't have any guilt, so he let it go calmly, and said with a smile: "For a while Forget it, ma'am, don't be surprised." While talking, he poured wine for the two of them again.
"This is my second glass of wine..."
Cheng Yaojia just picked up the cup, but was interrupted by Song Qingshu: "Madam, I haven't finished my respect here yet."
"I'd like to see what name you use this time." The corners of Cheng Yaojia's lips rose slightly, feeling drunk, and she gradually relaxed,
"This second cup of toast to your wife is as smooth as fat." Song Qingshu said with a smile.
"How can there be such a toast?" Cheng Yaojia blushed and couldn't help muttering, "What's more, how do you know if my skin is good or not?"
Song Qingshu grabbed her wrist and said confidently, "Because I touched it."
Cheng Yaojia's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help scolding softly: "Rogue~" It was just that there was a strong sense of coquettishness in the tone, but there was no sense of blame.
Seeing that Cheng Yaojia drank obediently, Song Qingshu raised his glass: "This is the third cup, I respect my wife...uh..."
Cheng Yaojia was immediately overjoyed: "Why, are you out of words?"
Song Qingshu suddenly saw the expression of her sticking out her tongue just now, and she couldn't help smiling: "The third cup, I respect Madam's cute little tongue."
Cheng Yaojia's smile froze immediately, and she stood up abruptly, her skin all over her body was dyed a layer of blush: "You!" Although the two of them are a little ambiguous these days, she is a well-educated young woman after all, not to mention her husband is still there. Next door, how could she stand such naked teasing.
Who knew that Song Qingshu grabbed her: "Madam, don't you still want to toast me, why don't you just leave like this?"
Thinking of her husband's entrustment, Cheng Yaojia sighed inwardly, sat down and drank the red wine in the glass.
Seeing that Cheng Yaojia was about to respect himself, Song Qingshu stretched out his hand to cover the wine glass: "Madam, this glass of wine is extremely precious, before that, let's settle some tedious matters first, so that we can better taste the beauty of this glass of wine. "
"What trivial matter?" Cheng Yaojia's heart skipped a beat, and she said with an unnatural expression.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "Master Lu is in the yard now, Madam didn't take care of him, but came to my room to drink in the middle of the night, no matter how I think about it, it's not normal, something must have happened."
Cheng Yaojia pursed her lips, turned her head away: "Can't it be me who is flirtatious and wants to hook you up in the middle of the night?"
Song Qingshu shook his head, and said softly: "After these days of facing each other day and night, don't I know what kind of temper Madam is? If Madam is so dignified and virtuous, if a woman who only cares about her husband is flirtatious, then there may be no good women in the world. "
I don't know why, Song Qingshu said a few words, but Cheng Yaojia's icy heart warmed up, especially his deep eyes, which made people feel an inexplicable sense of peace.
But the more this happened, she couldn't help but think about how her husband treated her, and tears flowed down her cheeks.
Song Qingshu stretched out his fingers to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and said softly, "Did Master Lu ask you to come here?"
Cheng Yaojia suddenly looked at him in surprise: "You... how do you know?"
Song Qingshu didn't answer her directly, but sighed to himself: "In the eyes of men in this world, women are really just an accessory."
When he said this, Cheng Yaojia couldn't stop crying.
"Follow me." Song Qingshu suddenly stood up and pulled her out.
Cheng Yaojia couldn't help following behind him, and asked in a daze, "Where are you going?"
"Of course I'm looking for your husband." Song Qingshu's eyes flickered, revealing a hint of inexplicable meaning.