Tyrant Pampering Wife Diary

Chapter 28: squeamish

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In Song Mansion, after Song Shi's injury was almost healed, he was ready to go out for a walk. He said it was a stroll, but in fact he already had a mind. After Song Song left the Song Mansion, he took a lot of property with him. Because Fu Xiang's dowry had already been sold a lot, the Duke's Mansion had secretly added it. Fill this vacancy.

"This bastard, he even stole Fuxianglou!" He walked forward with a gloomy face. He looked like a young man, but he seemed to be possessed by a fierce god. He turned the corner, but suddenly there was a man without eyes. He grabbed him: "You are a very precious young man, seeing that you are so rich, there must be a lot of mice in your family, right?"

Song Shi's face darkened, "Go away."

"Let's get a pack of medicine." The old man said, "The little old man really has no choice. The daughter at home is sick and has no money to buy medicine, so he can only take out the ancestral home-made rat poison, but there are no rats in the poor family. Young master, please do it, bring a pack of rat poison!"

"What are you doing? Kill this old man for me!" The servant behind Song Shi strode out. When the old man saw this posture, his face immediately turned pale, and the soles of his feet were smeared and slipped quickly. Song Shi watched him fall. The figure that fled, felt a little relieved.

He continued to walk forward, all the way to Fuxianglou, but he saw the old man again, and it was none other than Song Song: "This son, I see that your bright eyes and white teeth are of extraordinary quality, and you must have plenty of food at home. You have raised quite a few rats, sir, this is my ancestral rat poison, keep the medicine until the rats get rid of it, so that your granary will be clean from now on, and no rats will be born! Young man, get a pack!"

Song Shi hid aside and saw Song Song took the silver from the servant next to him and handed it to the old man, with a gentle voice: "Old man, this is the place to eat, you want to sell medicine there, but Don't accidentally spill it and let the guests of our small restaurant touch it, then we can jump into the Yellow River and can't wash it."

The old man thanked him repeatedly and said, "Medicine, give you medicine."

"Okay." Song Song stretched out his hand to take it, was helped onto the carriage, and left slowly.

Song Shi came out and stared at the old man who sold medicine with a thoughtful look on his face. Suddenly, he turned to see a familiar figure, the man staggered and ran out of it, his cheeks were flushed, but he was still there. He tilted his head and poured into his mouth.

"Fu Ming..."

A woman next to him interjected: "This son Fu came to Fuxianglou to drink every three days. Last time he was on the street. I also heard him call a girl's name and say sorry to her or something, poor person. "

Song Shi's face suddenly sank.

Song Song took the carriage back and entered a small restaurant on the way out. When he came out, he suddenly met someone unexpectedly. He immediately smiled and said, "Liu Huangdi."

That person was Li Yun, the sixth prince. He also got off the horse when he saw this, and bowed his hands to Song Song: "Elder Sister-in-law, Sister-in-law, this is..."

"I've taken over Fuxianglou now. Isn't this just looking around for news about my peers?" Song Song said, "Liu Huangdi is this...?"

"I am currently studying case handling at Dali Temple. I received a report this time and I am going out of the city to investigate the situation."

"That's what made me abrupt." Song Song said hurriedly: "Be careful on the road."

Li Yun gave him a salute, stepped on the horse and continued on, Song Song also got into the carriage again.

Li Yun walked all the way, and suddenly saw an old man who was being punched and kicked by several people, he frowned, quickly got off his horse, and scolded: "Stop!"

Those few turned out to be soldiers patrolling the city. When they saw him, they hurriedly saluted. Li Yun asked his subordinates to help the old man with a sullen face, and said solemnly, "Why beat the old man?"

A few people saluted first and explained, "I don't blame us... It's this guy who sells rat poison everywhere and sells it to the door of other people's restaurants. No, several shopkeepers asked us to drive him away."

The old man who sold medicine stood by with tears in his eyes, Song Song's carriage that came with him stopped, and he probed and said softly, "I just met this old man at Fuxianglou, and I specially reminded me not to go to the hotel to sell medicines again. ."

Li Yun frowned and glanced at the old man, and said, "Although it sells rat poison, it's really inappropriate to go to the door of the restaurant, but you can't beat people in the street, go back and get ten boards each, and later Ben Gong will go to patrol in person. Camp confirmed."

The soldiers hurriedly thanked them and retired, and the old man also cried and said, "Thank you, Sixth Highness! Your Highness, the little old man is really helpless. There is a daughter who is seriously ill in bed, so I only have the stock at the bottom of the press box. , There are no mice in the poor family, so I can only try my luck here and see if I can sell more silver taels to treat my daughter!"

Li Yun looked sideways, and the servant beside him immediately stepped forward and said, "Old man get up first, I'll take you to the medical center to have a look, and then follow you to see your daughter, if it's just a lack of money, our Highness will definitely help you to the end. "

"Thank you, Your Highness!" The old man took out the medicine and said, "Your Highness, this is medicine. Keep the medicine until the rat is eliminated, and no rat will grow. From now on, your granary will definitely be clean!"

Li Yun took the medicine over, his eyes were suspicious, and he suddenly heard Song Song saying beside him: "There are so many poor people in this world, does Your Highness want to take care of each of them to the end?"

"The Great Emperor's Wife is laughing." Li Yun thought about the medicine in his hand, and said, "I just think that the old man's behavior is a bit exaggerated. How can he sell medicine to other people's restaurants, so he sent someone to find out the truth."

Song Song was thoughtful, and suddenly threw the medicine in his hand and said, "Since this old man has something strange, then the medicine I just bought can't be kept, and I have Liu Huangdi to help deal with it."

Li Yun looked at the two packets of medicine in his hand, and was stunned for a moment. He heard Song Song say, "I have to go to another restaurant to see other people's new products, so I will go first."

"Sister-in-law, walk slowly."

Li Yun threw the medicine to the person beside him and said, "Go back and try it out."

Song Song was busy taking care of his own business, and his back was sore from riding the carriage for several days. When Li Xiao came home this evening, he happened to see him lying on the bed, smashing his waist with his backhand, and he walked away. He went up and said, "Why don't you find a maid to press it?"

"I don't like people touching me." Song Song's half face was pressed against the pillow, and he looked at Li Xiao, who received the message and sat down and said, "It seems that I need to help my husband. "

He just stretched out his hand, but Song Song got up again: "I don't dare to ask His Highness for help, I'll just take it myself."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out two pillows and put them under his waist, then lay down and said, "This is also quite comfortable."

Li Xiao looked at his posture, licked his lips, and said, "You... let me help you."

Song Song looked at him and said, "Your Highness also has a backache?"

"This king is busy training soldiers all day, and he won't be as idle as you. How can there be such a disease of idlers." Li Xiao said: "Put the pillow away and lie down."

Song Song obediently took off the pillow and lay down again. Li Xiao squeezed his hand on his shoulder and slid all the way down. The sore back was relieved immediately. The feeling of the bones being rubbed apart made Song Song drowsy. He said softly, "Has Your Highness studied massage?"

"This is the first time." Li Xiao slid his thumb across the back of his neck, pressed the acupuncture point and kneaded, and then slowly clenched his fist and tapped his back from top to bottom. Comfortable, and because he said 'the first time', he felt very sweet, so he couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth and closed his eyes.

Li Xiao looked down at him, reached out and pinched his earlobe: "Song'er?"

really fell asleep.

He chuckled lightly, pressed him for a while, then pulled the quilt to cover Song Song, got up and was about to leave, but was suddenly grabbed by his hand, and looked down, Song Song's eyes were about to close. , but his fingers were lightly hooked on him, as if he was reluctant to part: "Your Highness... do you really want to treat me like a guest?"

"Could it be that Song'er wants to make fire with this king?"

Song Song was so sleepy that he didn't know what was going on, but recently, even if he was dreaming, he always wanted to be like Li Xiao, "Where are you going now?"

Li Xiao looked at his face that was squeezed and deformed because he was lying on his stomach. Bai Nen seemed to be able to squeeze out the water. He sat back again and said, "I'm not going anywhere."

In Song Song's mouth, his eyelashes trembled, his eyelids opened abruptly, he barely regained his strength, then rolled over and rolled in. When Li Xiao lay beside him, he saw him rubbing towards him again, and said softly: "When things are done in Song Shi, Your Highness can reward me with some sweetness."

Li Xiao curled his lips and said, "You don't even want to give this king's prize money, do you still want sweetness?"

"That's different... This time, I've made a contribution."

Li Xiao couldn't help lowering his head, pressed his forehead, and said, "Can this be called meritorious service?"

Song Song cupped him with his head: "I don't care... I want sweetness."

Li Xiao's smile was deepened by his arch, and he wrapped his arms around him and whispered, "Squeamish."

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Silly: I heard that there is meat to eat in Song Shi? Great!