Zhu Yan hummed: "Let him wait, he won't die in a while anyway." Holding his little sweetheart, he was reluctant to let go. He really wanted to tie her to his waistband and take her with him wherever he went. Hug her if you want, kiss her if you want, how beautiful she is!
He thought so, but under Yuan Qiu's constant protests, he could only give up and get out of bed.
After the two had a simple breakfast, Zhu Yan went to the military camp outside the city, while Yuan Qiu and Xing Ying came to the Song Mansion.
As soon as he entered, he was led to the dining room by the butler.
Song Ning was still dressed in green clothes, and her face was still pale, but the tiredness in her brows and eyes had dissipated a lot, and she looked more energetic than before.
There were porridge and side dishes on the table, which were exactly the dishes ordered by Yuan Qiu yesterday. He was eating them leisurely. When he saw her coming, his eyebrows brightened slightly, and he pointed to the seat next to him and said, "Sit down." Want something to eat?”
Yuan Qiu shook his head: "I've already eaten. You can take it easy while I go for a walk in the garden!" After saying this, he turned around and left the dining room without waiting for Song Ning to answer.
Song Ning watched Yuan Qiu's figure leave with burning eyes. Today she wore a beige double-breasted skirt with a stand-up collared shirt of the same color underneath. The stand-up collar only covered half of her white and graceful neck. Her figure was slender and tall. Very dignified.
She doesn't seem to like wearing the popular tube top skirts nowadays. Every time she sees her, she always dresses in this dignified and conservative way. Perhaps Zhu Yan doesn't allow her to dress like that!
Thinking of Zhu Yan, the slight smile on his lips gradually disappeared. He lowered his head and continued to drink porridge, his eyes filled with ice.
After a while, Song Ning left the dining hall, walked slowly to the garden, and found Yuan Qiu in front of a clump of newly bloomed peonies.
Peony is gorgeous and beautiful, but it is not as good as her.
"How are the flowers?" he asked.
She looked back at him. Under the backlight, her thin and handsome face seemed more like Zhu Yan's, especially those peach blossom eyes, which looked like products coming off a production line. Is there really no relationship between them
"The flowers are nice, how about you? Did you sleep well last night?" she asked.
Song Ningjun's eyes were half-squinted, and he saw the obvious dark circles around her eyes: "I slept well, but you don't seem to have slept well!"
Yuan Qiu shrugged: "Thanks to you, I really didn't sleep well."
He raised his eyebrows: "Is it related to me? Could it be that you met me in a dream last night?"
Before Yuan Qiu could answer, Xing Ying, who was dedicated to protecting the Lord, said with a heavy face: "Master Song, please be careful what you say. Miss Xia is the future Princess Jing, and you cannot tolerate such rude remarks."
Song Ning's mouth curled up slightly with a sarcastic smile.
Yuan Qiu directly ignored his previous words and said: "Last night, Ming Shangshu suffered from addiction and became mad at the house. I rushed there overnight and spent most of the night. Do you think this matter has anything to do with you?"
Song Ning frowned slightly: "Are all the doctors in the capital dead? Why are they still looking for you in the middle of the night?"
Yuan Qiu was a little confused. He seemed to have heard these words somewhere before. How could he be so familiar
The acupuncture was started on time. Maybe Song Ning saw that Yuan Qiu was too tired to bend over yesterday, so today she ordered someone to raise the bed much higher.
Just like yesterday, Yuan Qiu ordered Song Ning to take off all his clothes and lie on the bed. After yesterday, Song Ning had become much more generous. As the saying goes, once you are alive, you will become familiar again.
Acupuncture eighty-one orifices all over the body, unblocking the stagnant Qi between the veins, using the Qi to force the cold, force the blood pressure to rise, and remove the poison from the seven orifices.
After finishing a series of things, it was almost noon again. She rested for a while, and when she saw blood gradually overflowing from Song Ning's seven orifices, she got up and left the inner room, consciously heading to the kitchen to work on lunch.