Li Xiao ignored the tense crowd standing on one side. Song Song was asked a question by him, but turned to ask the shopkeeper, "Is there anyone sitting in the Fuzi Hall?"
The Fuzi Hall is the best hall in Fuxiangju. Not only can you see the river view from sitting there, but there is also a small ladder in the small hall that can go directly to the top octagonal loft. There is no treatment in other halls, and it has always been only used to entertain distinguished guests.
He didn't directly say he wanted to sit, but asked first, just because he was worried about who Li Xiao offended because of him.
The shopkeeper smiled and said, "No, no, it's empty, you two are here, please."
He took the man up himself.
The people downstairs waited until Li Xiao disappeared, then returned to their seats one after another and sat down. Some of the timid and cautious people all left, leaving some 'bold' people to talk in a low voice.
"Is that the concubine of Song Guogong's family just now?"
"Looking so thin, is it possible that you were treated coldly at home?"
"Not to mention before, now they are popular people, and they have all climbed up to the mad king."
Suddenly someone laughed, with a little bit of ill will: "So what if you climbed up, it's not like you don't know the Mad King, you have to get sick every few days, and when you get sick, the whole government can only hide in In the room... this Young Master Song is someone close to him, and he can't run away, so I don't know if I can see the sun tomorrow."
"I bet." Someone said: "This one, you won't live for a month."
Someone laughed and said, "It's been hanging for three days."
"This Song Guogong is also true. He doesn't take the life of the concubine as his life. If he is his own, he will give it away if he says it is given away."
"Who made the son's mother still alive, the concubine's mother is dead, and there is no one to support it, so it can only be used for transactions."
"I heard that when the Fu family got married, they could have been the principal... how suddenly..."
"We can't tell what happened in the past. Let's eat and eat."
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Song Song was completely unaware of how he was talking about himself downstairs. He was adding vegetables to Li Xiao when he suddenly sat down with his arms down. Song Song asked, "Is it not to my taste?"
"Don't serve this king with the attitude of serving the master."
Song Song retracted his hand subconsciously, not quite understanding what he meant. He knew his identity and status, but he was just a male pet. It was a matter of course for him to serve Li Xiao during dinner. He didn't know why, but his chin was suddenly lifted by Li Xiao. The man stared into his eyes and said, "Normally How husband and wife get along, how you and I get along."
Song Song was still stunned, but Li Xiao had loosened his chin and said, "Let's have dinner."
Song Song held it up silently, surrounded by princes and nobles, how could he know how ordinary couples get along, but Li Xiao said so, he couldn't refute it, so he quietly ate his own.
He quickly found out that something was wrong. The meals were served one by one, one or two... Ten courses and twenty... Seeing that the table was full, the chef in the kitchen walked in himself: "I have seen the prince before."
"Um?"
Song Song looked up at the cook, saw his head bowed, and said respectfully, "The table can't be put down anymore, if other dishes continue to be served, I'm afraid that it will affect the taste if you can't eat them, so the shopkeeper will let Xiao Xiao come to you. Say it, do you want to continue?"
Li Xiao turned his head and asked Song Song, "Do you want someone to add another table?"
Song Song looked away from the chef and said, "Your Highness wants a banquet?"
Li Xiao smiled: "Today's table is just for you."
Song Song blinked and said, "I'm afraid you can't eat that much, so... there's no need to continue."
"Alright, let's try them one by one another day." Li Xiao said, and ordered, "The rest don't have to go up, let's go down."
The chef glanced at Song Song many times before he left, and Song Song also watched him go out before taking back his gaze, looking at the table full of dishes, and said, "What is your Highness doing?"
"Didn't you mean to bring Song'er to taste the new dishes?" Li Xiao said, "Naturally, I will also try the new dishes from previous years."
Song Song stared at him blankly for a while, not knowing what to say, until Li Xiao turned around and bent his lips to look at him, then raised it again, and said, "Thank you for your love, Your Highness, Caomin..."
"In front of this king, you don't have to call yourself a grasshopper."
Song Songlue agreed with some restraint, and while taking a small mouthful of rice, he secretly looked at Li Xiao with his eyes.
What the hell is the mad king thinking...
This table was really not finished. Song Song was very frugal because of hunger. Seeing such a waste, he would inevitably feel a little reluctant to give up. Li Xiao saw this and said, "I will order someone to pack it later and bring it back to the next person to eat. ."
This is undoubtedly a gift for the servants. Take Song Song himself as an example, if Song Guogong was willing to give him the leftovers brought back from the outside, he would not have been so miserable.
He smiled and said, "Your Highness is merciful."
Li Xiao's eyes fixed on him again, Song Song didn't know where he said something wrong again, so he had to change the subject, pointed to the top, and said, "Your Highness, would you like to go up and take a look?"
Li Xiao looked away and said, "Listen to Song'er."
The two walked up the small stairs to the attic. It was a small octagonal pavilion. Because of the winter, there were heavy windscreens all around. Song Song opened the curtains, and a cold wind blew in his face. With a shock, he took two steps forward, leaning on the railing to look at the river, and said, "It's only this afternoon, and the boat will be launched into the water."
It was the painting boat of Hualou, and the exterior was very delicately decorated, and there was a faint sound of ecstasy wafting from the river.
Li Xiao put the cloak he brought up on him, and said, "It's getting dark as early as today."
Song Song squeezed the strap of the cloak, glanced at him, and silently moved to the river again.
In the past, when the spring was good, he would often come to this pavilion to chat, laugh and have tea with his mother and grandfather, but at this moment, Jiang is still the Jiang, but the person is no longer that person.
The river wind was too strong upstairs, and Li Xiao quickly took him down. Today's Crazy King did not go mad, which was a big surprise for the host and guests of Fuxiangju, but Song Songjing's appearance caused more people to discuss this matter.
Many people are waiting for when he will die, and this naturally includes Mrs. Song. She is the younger sister of the current queen. Although Fu Xiang married Song Guogong half a year later, she still forcibly occupied the seat of the main room. The so-called scholar, peasant, business, and a lowly businesswoman naturally cannot rob her country's wife. limelight.
She stayed close to Song Shi for several days and nights. After watching him gradually get out of danger, she finally made time to ask about it. When Song Song was taken away, Song Ge said that there was always a way to get him When he came back obediently, his personal servant also persuaded him: "They were all taken away by the mad king, and I don't think they will live for long."
But after so many days passed, Song Song was still alive and well. She originally had hatred for Fu Xiang, and she felt that she was a jerk from the bottom of her heart, and naturally Song Song was not a good thing, but now Song Song is not only dead, but also because she has lived by the Mad King for so long. After becoming a famous person, I naturally feel more and more hatred in my heart.
On the second day when Song Shi returned to peace, she packed up and entered the palace.
Song Song naturally heard the gossip outside, but there was always a lot of people in the capital who chewed their tongues. After all, there were many people who were leisurely. Since he can't stop their mouths, he has to let them talk. Anyway, he has been quite comfortable these few days. Every day he eats, eats, sleeps and sleeps, his bones seem to be softened by Li Xiao.
When he woke up in the morning, Song Song rubbed his eyes, stretched his legs straight, and suddenly heard a chuckle coming from beside him.
"Have a rest today." Li Xiao stretched out his hand and hugged him into his arms, saying, "It turns out that Song'er was so casual when she was at home, why did she get tense when she was in front of this king?"
Song Song thought to himself, who can't stand tight in front of you
In his previous life, he had seen Li Xiao's illness with his own eyes. The man's eyes were dark with huge waves hidden in the sky, and the blood on the long sword in his hand fell to the ground along the tip of the sword. His expression looked very silent, with restraint and forbearance. But the madness and bloodthirsty that spread from his eyes were as fierce and aggressive as beasts. Everyone knew that it was difficult for a sick mad king to control his desire to kill, so when he was in front of him, Even today's His Majesty will be tight.
Who doesn't know that when Li Xiao was poisoned for the first time and went mad, he started a killing spree in the palace. He killed nearly 30 people of the Royal Forest Army who arrived, and nearly 100 palace servants. Among them, it also included the former to stop his biological mother, the former queen.
It was rumored that Li Xiao even killed his mother when he fell ill, but Song Song, who was reborn, knew that was not the case.
Song Song relaxed a little, and pressed it towards his chest, saying, "Your Highness rested a few days ago, didn't you go to practice swords?"
"Look, Song'er has raised some meat in the past few days. It's comfortable to hold, so I don't practice."
Song Song immediately raised his face and said, "Really? That Highness..."
He paused for a second before remembering what he was going to say next. He lowered his head a little embarrassingly, and asked in a low voice, "When are we going to have sex?"