But after Song Qingming learned that the bandits had been successfully suppressed, he was confused. He was at the construction site, supervising the work all day long, and discussing with Zheng Tong how to speed up the process. Many of the news that reached his ears were delayed information, but Rouji was the one.

This time it made him feel very different.

Having a woman by his side to take care of him is different from the past. There is always boiled tea waiting for him when he returns to the tent. His dirty clothes can always be washed in time. If his boots are torn, she will help him mend them in time.

The quilt, the quilt is warm.

Rouji occupied half of the outside, and put Mrs. Tang in a place where no one was around. When Song Qingming came back, the quilt was warmed by the soup quilt, and it was not cold at all when she slept in it. Moreover, Rouji always liked to lean into his arms to keep warm.

How can two people not be warm?

As time passed, Song Qingming, who was not afraid of the bitter cold, was very satisfied with his days in Duanyang. For the first time, he felt like a husband and a wife, but occasionally he would think of the real relationship between the two, which made him feel a little more melancholy.

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It was about a month before the arrival, and the progress of the project was very gratifying. After Cheng Kun arrived, Li Shanzhao's attention was attracted by that side. For a while, he could only cooperate with him. Song Qingming was happy not to have to deal with them, and even more

Be dedicated.

This day was another night return. Song Qingming dragged his tired body into the tent. As usual, he saw hot tea and warm food in the stove. He felt relieved. Rouji was afraid of the cold and sat upright on the bed.

It was fake, but he was wrapped in a quilt and surrounded himself tightly.

Song Qingming didn't need to think about it to know that she was carrying a soup woman in her arms, making herself warm. After a while, the soup woman would cover the bed for him. At this moment, Song Qingming looked at Rou Ji who was slightly confused.

, a warmth suddenly appeared in my heart.

If she were not a servant sent by Nanying, it would be better to be an unpopular princess than she is now. He could let her stay out of government affairs and stay in the Song family peacefully as the young lady of the Song family, and the two of them could do the same thing.

A real couple.

It's better than the two of them just having a formality now. Rouji was taking a nap, and she vaguely knew that Song Qingming was back, and struggled to open her eyes. Unfortunately, he was too sleepy, and after getting warm in the cold night,

It will be easier to fall asleep.

Seeing the way she was struggling, she didn't look so fierce and cunning. She was clearly a silly little girl. Song Qingming's heart suddenly moved, and he accidentally got closer and pinched her little face, which had become much thinner.

In the past, there was no such thing as fine clothing and good food in the Song family, but we had no worries about food and drink, and the conditions were not so difficult. But here it is nothing compared to the days in Sui City. Rouji was originally born small, but this thin, she looks more like a little girl.

Film.

Song Qingming's body was filled with the cold air from outside. This squeeze and the cold temperature made Rouji suddenly wake up. When she looked up, she saw Song Qingming put his hands behind his back furtively: "You're back?"

It was just an ordinary question, but Song Qingming, who had a guilty conscience, turned his ears red. He put his hands behind his back awkwardly, and Rou Ji said again: "You must be tired, drink something hot first, and then eat something."

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She was about to get up to take care of her, but Song Qingming stopped her: "Keep the heat in the quilt."

Rou Ji couldn't help but laugh out loud. Song Qingming finished eating and wiped his body before coming over. It's not like in Sui City, where there are such good conditions, where he can have hot water to wipe his face and soak his face.

Soaking your feet is quite comfortable.

Song Qingming was running around here and there, completely mingling with the workers. He knew that his sweat smelled heavy, so he wiped it very carefully. However, he also caught the cold and turned a little pale. Rouji secretly scolded him for being rotten. He was very particular about it.

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Mrs. Song had already told Rou Ji that Song Qingming had been ill for a long time and his bones were relatively fragile and he was afraid of the cold. Otherwise, she would climb onto the bed early every day to keep him warm?

When the man lay beside her and slowly came closer to her warm body, she said carelessly: "It's cold, don't wipe your body for too long, it's easier to catch a cold. If you are sick,

Now, who will take charge of the overall situation?"

Rouge will not say those harsh words, and there is no outsider now. "Madam said, you are also afraid of the cold. You were sick for a long time, and then you accidentally fell into the water, so you can't make any mistakes again."

She spoke casually, but the man beside her remained silent. He felt uncomfortable. Rouji called her mother Madam. At this moment, she was no longer the daughter-in-law of the Song family, but placed herself in Rouji's.

In terms of identity.

In the past, he wouldn't have felt anything, but the aftertaste of satisfaction just now has not passed, and now he feels like a bucket of cold water has been poured on him. His expression is slightly cold: "I know."

This man's emotions went from heaven to earth very quickly. Rouji glanced at him. In fact, she had also felt strange these days. The two of them looked more and more like a couple who played the piano and the harp in harmony. They were more like a couple in Sui City and Song Mansion.

Be more harmonious.

There were no parents-in-law, no sisters-in-law, and no spies sent by the emperor to the Song Dynasty. After she calmed down, it became more natural to get along with Song Qingming. She was even used to taking care of each other with him, and even more accustomed to the two of them hugging each other and sleeping together.

Obviously they didn't do anything, they just felt that they were much closer to each other. Rouji turned around and looked into Song Qingming's eyes under the weak light. There was a strange emotion in their eyes.

Where will their relationship go?

Rouji was not used to this kind of calmness. She wanted to change the topic, but suddenly she let out a long sigh and let out all her sorrow. Song Qingming couldn't help but said, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about where the two of us will go in the future, where the adults will go in the future, and what will happen if my little brother follows Mr. Qin and the others, and what will happen if I don't come to East Vietnam as the Princess of Nanying.

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Before Song Qingming could speak, she said decisively: "It's a pity that there are not so many what-ifs in life. Compared to entering the palace to serve the emperor, or being pointed out to a certain prince, I still feel that the current result is the best."

There was a hint of separation in the words. Song Qingming's hands and feet couldn't help but curl up, and he couldn't help but stutter: "What do you mean..."

"Master Song, that's very good."

The five short words sounded like thunder in Song Qingming's heart, but Rouji seemed to regret saying these words. She turned around in panic and wanted to face Song Qingming with her back. Song Qingming didn't know where he got the strength.

, turned her around.

His usual upright appearance was gone, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and he said word by word: "Let me ask you, do you want to be a real husband and wife with me? Yes, or not?!"
Chapter completed!