After Song Qingming learned that the bandit suppression was effective, he couldn't figure it out. He was at the construction site and supervised the worker day by day, discussing with Zheng Tong how to speed up the process. Many messages were lagging in their ears. However, Rouji felt particularly different this time.

There is a woman around him who takes care of her, which is different from the past. When she returns to the tent, there is always a burnt tea waiting for him. Dirty clothes can always be cleaned in time. When the boots are broken, she will help him to sew them in time. When she returns to the quilt late, it will be warm in the quilt.

Rouji occupied half of the side and placed Tao Pozi in a place where no one was left. When Song Qingming came back, the quilt was burned hot in the quilt, and it was not cold when he slept in. Moreover, Rouji always liked to lean into his arms to keep warm. How could the two of them not be warm?

After a long time, Song Qingming, who was not afraid of the bitterness and cold, was very satisfied with his days on Duanyang. For the first time, he felt like a husband and wife were following him. However, occasionally he would think of the real relationship between the two, and inexplicably became a little more melancholy.

It was about to come for a month, and the project progress was very gratifying. Since Cheng Kun came, Li Shanzhao's attention was attracted by the other side. He had to cooperate with him for a while. Song Qingming was so happy that he didn't have to deal with them and was more attentive.

It was night again. Song Qingming dragged his tired body into the tent. As usual, he saw the hot tea and the warm food in the stove. He suddenly felt relieved. Rou Ji was afraid of the cold and sat upright on the bed, but she was wrapped in a quilt and surrounded herself tightly.

Song Qingming didn't have to think about it and knew that there was a soup girl in her arms, making herself warm. After a while, the soup girl would warm her bed. At this moment, Song Qingming looked at Rouji, who was confused, and a hint of warmth suddenly appeared in her heart.

If she was not a spy sent by Nanying, it would be better if she was really an unpopular princess than now. He could let her stay in the Song family safely and be the young lady of the Song family, and the two could also be a real couple.

It’s better for the two of them to go around now. Rouji was napping and knew in a daze that Song Qingming was back, and she also struggled to open her eyes. Unfortunately, he was too sleepy. When he got hot on the cold night, he would fall asleep more easily.

Seeing her struggling, she didn't look so cruel and cunning. She was clearly a silly little girl. Song Qingming's heart suddenly moved, and he got closer and pinched her little face, which had already lost a lot of weight.

In the past, I didn’t talk about wealth and food in the Song family, but I didn’t have to worry about food and drink, and the conditions were not as difficult as I did in Sui City. Rouji was born with a small body, and her thinness was more like a little girl.

Song Qingming was covered with the cold air outside. With this pinch, the cold temperature made Rouji suddenly wake up. When she looked up, she saw Song Qingming sneakingly put her hands behind her: "Are you back?"

It was just an ordinary question, but Song Qingming, who was guilty, had a red ear, and it was awkward to put his hands behind him. Rouji said again: "You're tired, drink some hot first and eat something."

She wanted to get up to take care of her, but Song Qingming stopped her: "You can keep the heat in the quilt."

Rouji couldn't help laughing out loud. Song Qingming finished eating and using it, wiped his body and came over. It was not as good as in Suicheng. It was not as good as in Suicheng. It was very comfortable to wipe your face with hot water and soak your feet.

Song Qingming ran around and mixed with the workers. He knew that his sweat smelled heavy, so he wiped it very carefully, but in this way, he was also cold and his face was a little pale. Rouji secretly scolded him for being sour and rotten, and he was very particular.

Mrs. Song had already told Rouji that Song Qingming had been ill for a long time and had a relatively fragile bone and was afraid of the cold. Otherwise, she would climb onto the couch early every day to warm him up?

When the man lay down beside her, he slowly leaned over and was 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, who will take charge of the overall situation?"

Rouji doesn't say those sour words, and now there are no outsiders. "Mrs. I said that you are also afraid of cold. I used to be sick for a long time, but later I accidentally fell into the water. I can't make any mistakes."

She spoke casually, but the man around her didn't say a word. He felt uncomfortable. Rouji called her mother the wife, so she would no longer be the daughter-in-law of the Song family at this moment, but instead placed herself on Rouji's identity.

If it were in the past, he wouldn't have felt anything, but the feeling of satisfaction just now had not passed, and now he was poured with a basin of cold water on his head. His expression was slightly cold: "I understand."

The man's emotions were also fast from heaven to earth. Rouji glanced at him. In fact, she also felt strange these days. The two became more and more like a couple with zither and singing, more harmonious than in Sui City and Song Mansion.

There were no parents-in-law, sister-in-law, and no spy sent by the emperor to the Song Mansion. After she came down briskly, she became more natural with Song Qingming. She was even used to taking care of him and sleeping in embrace each other.

They obviously did nothing, but they just felt that they were getting closer to each other. Rouji turned around and met Song Qingming with her eyes with a faint light. There was a strange feeling in their eyes.

Where will the relationship between the two of them go?

Rouji was not used to this kind of calmness. She wanted to change the subject, but suddenly sighed deeply and sighed out all her depression. Song Qingming couldn't help but say, "What are you thinking?"

"I was wondering where we were going in the future, where our lord would go in the future, and still wondering what would happen if my little brother followed Mr. Qin and the others, and what would happen if I had not come to Dongyue as Princess Nanying."

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

With a faint meaning of separation in his words, Song Qingming's hands and feet couldn't help but curl up and stutter: "What do you mean..."

"Mr. Song, very good."

The short five words rang in Song Qingming's heart like thunder, but Rouji seemed to regret saying this. She turned around in panic and wanted to turn her back to Song Qingming. Song Qingming didn't know where the strength came from, so she turned her around.

His usual correct appearance was gone, his eyes were covered with bloodshot, and he said word by word: "I ask you, do you want to be a real couple with me? Do you want it, or don't?"
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