When Song Qingshu returned to the Dao Tai Yamen's courtyard, it was already late. He specially invited Miss Cheng and her husband to dinner.
What surprised him was that Lu Guanying unexpectedly didn't mock or ridicule him during the meal. He just remained silent. Miss Cheng also seemed to have her own thoughts. She was absent-minded the whole night.
"Young Master Lu, you don't have to worry. You can recuperate here during this time. There is no safer place in all of Yangzhou than here." Song Qingshu put down his wine cup and said with a smile.
Lu Guanying's expression changed several times. In the end, he cupped his hands and said, "Many thanks!"
Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows. Lu Guanying's attitude was completely different from before. It was really a bit strange. He couldn't help but look at Miss Cheng. He discovered that her face alternated between red and white. She only subconsciously moved her chopsticks. She seemed to be preoccupied.
"Strange." Song Qingshu frowned, but he quickly relaxed. Right now, he had too many things to consider. Naturally, he didn't have the energy to figure out the thoughts of this young couple.
After the meal, Song Qingshu arranged for the couple to rest in different rooms. Then, he arranged for a group of doctors and maids to take care of Lu Guanying. Miss Cheng's face was slightly red, but she took the initiative to take care of her husband.
Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing. He knew that Miss Cheng was worried that he would take advantage of this opportunity to do something to her. He thought, Am I so scary? Your husband is still here …
However, he didn't stop her. After all, the two of them were husband and wife in name. Although there was a divorce agreement, they had been husband and wife for so many years. How could they break it just like that?
After returning to his room, Song Qingshu kept thinking about the current situation in Yangzhou and the question of who Li Kexiu would belong to. Unknowingly, it was already late at night.
Suddenly, his heart stirred and he raised his head to look at the door.
"Song … Prince Song, can I come in?" Outside the door, there were a few soft knocks. Then, Miss Cheng's timid voice rang out.
"Please come in!" Song Qingshu keenly sensed that her voice was faintly trembling. He felt it was strange. They had been together for so long. Why was she still so afraid of him?
Actually, strictly speaking, Cheng Yaojia and Huang Rong were of the same generation. Fortunately, Song QingShu was almost thirty years old, so the age gap between them was only a few years. Cheng Yaojia was a bit older, so she could be considered his older sister. However, because of her shy temperament and her delicate appearance, when the two of them were together, Song QingShu treated her like a little sister.
The door was quickly pushed open from the outside, and a dignified and gentle young woman leisurely walked in. She wore a plain long dress that made her look especially beautiful.
"Madam is so beautiful now." Song QingShu couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. At the same time, his gaze fell on her steamy hair. It was obvious that she had just taken a bath.
"Wasn't I beautiful before?" Miss Cheng raised her head and looked at him, her eyes sparkling.
Song Qingshu was surprised by her boldness. At the same time, he noticed that she had closed the door. He couldn't help but smile and say, "Madam, you didn't seem to drink at the banquet today. How come you seem to have become bolder?"
Miss Cheng's face turned red. She couldn't help but stamp her feet and say, "You're making fun of me!"
"Alright, alright, it's my fault. I apologize to Madam here." Song Qingshu deliberately bowed, making Miss Cheng giggle. "I just don't know why Madam is looking for me so late at night."
"Can't I look for you if I don't have anything to do?" Miss Cheng bit her lips and rolled her eyes at him.
"Of course you can. Whenever Madam wants to look for me, I will welcome you." As soon as Song Qingshu said this, he regretted it. This idiom was a bit ambiguous and could easily cause other people to misunderstand. However, this time he was being wronged. When he said it, he really didn't think about it in that way.
Sure enough, Miss Cheng subconsciously glanced in the direction of the bed. Her small face suddenly blushed. Her full chest heaved up and down a few times. She suddenly said, "I want to drink with you. I don't know if gongzi will do me the honor?"
Song Qingshu was slightly startled. He felt that she was a bit strange today. However, he still smiled and said, "It is my honor to drink with Madam. However, I have always been a big drinker. What if I make Madam drunk?"
Miss Cheng lowered her eyes and subconsciously bit her lips. Under the light, her lips shone with a charming luster. "If I get drunk, I will get drunk."
Song QingShu was startled for a moment before he smiled. "Since Furen is in such a refined mood, this one will naturally accompany you." Finished speaking, he went to the door and called for a servant girl to bring over a pot of fine grape wine.
Inside the room, Miss Cheng couldn't help but blush when she heard Song Qingshu instruct the maid to bring more wine.
Now that he was a distinguished guest of the yamen, the maid didn't dare to neglect him. Before long, she brought the wine.
"Madam, please sit!" Song Qingshu considerately moved the stool out for her and made a gesture to invite her to sit.
Miss Cheng had never experienced the gentlemanly demeanor of the later generations. She suddenly felt flustered and blushed as she thanked him.
Song Qingshu smiled and sat across from her. He poured a cup of wine for her and said, "Let me toast Madam."
Who would have thought that Miss Cheng would shake her head and say, "Gongzi has saved our lives. I should be the one to toast you first."
Song Qingshu shook the wine pot next to him and laughed. "There is still a lot of wine here. Madam can slowly toast me."
Miss Cheng pursed her lips and looked at him with a smile that wasn't a smile. "Then what is the purpose of this toast?"
Song Qingshu carefully looked at her. Under the candlelight, Miss Cheng's cheeks were incomparably tender and beautiful. He couldn't help but exclaim, "The first toast is for Madam. You are more beautiful than a flower."
Although she was depressed, Miss Cheng couldn't help but smile when she heard him praise her. "Very well, I will drink the first toast." She picked up the wine cup and was about to bring it to her mouth.
Who would have thought that Song Qingshu would grab her wrist and say with a smile, "Madam, why are you so anxious? We haven't touched cups yet."
Miss Cheng couldn't help but stick out her tongue. Tonight she had been absent-minded. No wonder she had made such a low-level mistake.
She raised her wine cup and touched it with the other person's. Then she raised her head and drank the wine in one gulp.
Looking at her slender, snow-white neck that slid slightly as she swallowed the wine, Song Qingshu suddenly felt that she was a feast for the eyes. He also drank the wine in one gulp.
"Can you let go of my hand now?" After drinking the wine, Miss Cheng's eyes shone brighter than before. He didn't know if it was because she was drunk or because she was shy.
Following her gaze, Song Qingshu realized that he was still holding her wrist. However, he was no longer a young boy so he didn't feel guilty. He calmly let go and said with a smile, "I forgot. Madam, please don't take offense." As he spoke, he poured more wine for the two of them.
"This second toast is for …"
Miss Cheng had just picked up her cup when Song Qingshu interrupted her, "Madam, I haven't finished toasting yet."
"I want to see what kind of title you will use this time." The corners of Miss Cheng's mouth rose slightly. She was drunk and gradually relaxed.
"This second toast is for Madam's smooth skin." Song Qingshu said with a smile.
"How can you toast like this?" Miss Cheng blushed and couldn't help but mutter, "Besides, how do you know if my skin is good or not?"
Song Qingshu put his hand on her wrist and confidently said, "Because I touched it."
Miss Cheng's heart jumped and she couldn't help but softly scold, "Scoundrel!" However, her tone was coquettish and didn't contain any reproach.
Seeing that Miss Cheng obediently drank the wine, Song Qingshu raised his cup and said, "This third toast is for Madam … uh …"
Miss Cheng was immediately amused. "What? Are you out of words?"
Song Qingshu suddenly remembered her expression when she stuck out her tongue. He couldn't help but smile and said, "This third toast is for Madam's cute little tongue."
Miss Cheng's smile suddenly froze and she suddenly stood up. Her skin from head to toe was dyed with a layer of red. "You!" Although the two of them had been somewhat ambiguous these days, she was still a well-educated and well-mannered young woman. Not to mention that her husband was next door. How could she withstand this kind of naked teasing?
Who knew that Song Qingshu would pull her back and say, "Didn't Madam still want to toast me? Are you going to leave like this?"
Thinking of her husband's request, Miss Cheng faintly sighed in her heart. She sat down and drank the red wine in her cup.
Seeing that Miss Cheng was about to offer him a toast, Song QingShu put his hand over the wine cup and said, "Madame, this cup of wine is extremely precious. Before we drink it, we should first settle some trivial matters. Only then will we be able to taste the beauty of this cup of wine."
"What trivial matters?" Miss Cheng's heart jumped and her expression was somewhat unnatural as she asked.
Song Qingshu faintly smiled and said, "Young Master Lu is currently in the courtyard. Madam, instead of taking care of him, you came to my room in the middle of the night to drink wine. No matter how I think about it, it's not normal. Something must have happened."
Miss Cheng pursed her lips and turned her head away. "Can't it be that I'm a fickle woman and wanted to seduce you in the middle of the night?"
Song Qingshu shook his head and softly said, "After being together for so many days, how could I not understand Madam's temperament? Madam is such a dignified and virtuous woman who wholeheartedly thinks of her husband. If she were fickle, I'm afraid there would be no good women in the world. "
She didn't know why, but Song Qingshu's simple words warmed Miss Cheng's cold heart. His deep eyes made people feel an inexplicable sense of calmness.
But the more it was like this, the more she couldn't help but think of how her husband treated her. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Song Qingshu stretched out his finger to wipe the tears on her cheeks and softly said, "Did Young Master Lu ask you to come?"
Miss Cheng looked at him in surprise. "You … How did you know?"
Song Qingshu didn't directly answer her. Instead, he said to himself with a sigh, "In the eyes of men in this world, women are really just accessories."
Hearing him say this, Miss Cheng's tears couldn't stop flowing down.
"Come with me." Song Qingshu suddenly stood up and pulled her out.
Miss Cheng couldn't help but follow behind him. She asked in a daze, "Where are we going?"
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