The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

Chapter 220
Probably because she was exhausted, Song Qingyue's little days came earlier.

On the afternoon of the fifth day of the lunar new year, Song Qingyue suddenly felt a colic in her abdomen, and her head was covered with cold sweat. When she returned to Wentao Courtyard, she just lay on the bed, unable to get up from the pain.In the July weather, she curled up on the bed wrapped in a quilt, feeling chills and sweating profusely.

Li Zhao watched his fifth younger brother Li Shi play chess in the afternoon.

Miss Xu Ba was all attracted by Miss Xing and Miss Yuan, but Li Shi didn't live up to his expectations and lost!
Li Zhao watched him play chess from the side and got angry.The son of the Wangfu, who had been taught piano, chess, calligraphy and painting by a famous teacher since he was a child, played chess in a mess, and he was better than Yue'er, who had only learned it for less than a year. He even suspected that this kid was playing randomly.

After all, Li Zhao has always been clumsy when playing chess with Grandpa Huang himself.

Seeing that Xu Qiuxia didn't seem to have any interest in this Prince's son, Li Zhao sighed inwardly.It's not a pity for the fifth brother, he has no affection for his younger brothers and sisters, and he doesn't care.It's just that if Xu Ba and Xiao Wu can't make it, my father will probably still have to accept Xu Jiu by himself. Thinking about it, I feel overwhelmed.

Xu Qiuxia didn't know that Li Zhao was planning on her, and she didn't want to marry the son of the palace at all!

Looking at Song Qingyue in the Northwest, I still thought she was beautiful, but when I came to the capital, I saw that His Royal Highness, who is handsome and handsome, has so many concubines!She secretly drew a big X in her heart to all the children of the clan.

Niang was right, that kind of scenery was only for outsiders to see, and only she knew whether life was going well, and she even felt sad for Song Qingyue.

After watching his younger brother's random chess play, Li Zhao held back his stomach, shook his head and went back to Wentao Courtyard.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I could smell the sweet smell of ginger soup. Mo Mei was boiling ginger juice in the courtyard.Li Zhao immediately realized that Yue'er's little days had come.

He stepped faster, and when he entered the room, he saw her huddled up on the bed. Li Zhao felt distressed immediately, and hurried over to hug her, covering her lower abdomen with warm palms, and gently rubbing her belly.

Song Qingyue let out a long sigh of relief. She didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but felt that being held by Li Zhao's warm palm made her feel much more comfortable.

Li Zhao observed her complexion, and asked softly, "Is it better?"

Song Qingyue nodded vigorously: "Kneading my brother's hands is more effective than Mrs. Tang!"

Li Zhao squeezed her face: "I'm getting better at coaxing people." That's what he said, but after hearing this, he felt a sense of accomplishment and responsibility as a man inexplicably, and he rubbed her stomach hard all afternoon. .

After dark, the two of them lay down early. Song Qingyue couldn't sleep because of the pain, so she pestered Li Zhao to tell stories to distract her attention.

Li Zhao hugged her and kissed her cheek, teasingly said: "Why is the lady so soft and fragrant?"

Song Qingyue hammered him irritably: "Let you tell a story, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"You like telling stories for your husband so much?" Li Zhao pinched her earlobe.

Song Qingyue turned over, looked at him and said, "I like it, did you see a large group of girls around me today?"

"I see, what are you talking about?" Li Zhao still pinched her face with his hands and feet, and touched her lips with his fingertips.

Song Qingyue giggled, and it was rare for her to smile so sweetly: "I told them the stories you told me in the Northwest, and they all liked to hear them, and they also said that I was well-informed and memorized by my knowledge. These two words are now passed on to you. Give it to your husband."

"That lady is also amazing, just listen to it once and remember it all."

Li Zhao smiled and lowered his head to kiss her, and raised his head with a strange expression after kissing her a few times—he was a little ready to move.Song Qingyue clung to him mischievously, hugged his waist and said coquettishly: "Husband, my stomach hurts, it really hurts!"

Li Zhao took a deep breath, let it out slowly, stared at her fair and tender face, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "For my husband, this can be regarded as suffering with my wife."

"Husband and wife are one, so naturally we have to share joys and sorrows."

"My lady is right."

The two talked nonsense for a while, Song Qingyue was so sleepy that her eyelids were clenched, and she didn't know when she fell asleep.Li Zhao heard that her breathing was steady, and then closed his eyes.

~
On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, since the morning, the gates of the villa have not stopped people coming in. The whole villa seems to be refreshed. Almost everyone has been well-dressed. The few poor scholars probably borrowed clothes or They only came here after spending money to make themselves lookable, at least everyone came here clean and tidy.

After all, he is the Zhuangzi of the palace, so how can he be so sloppy and dirty in the eyes of the nobleman?But in fact, you can still see it by looking at hairpins, shoes and accessories.

But Song Qingyue explained in advance that this chess game is not only a blind date game between the powerful, but also a good opportunity for Su Wangfu to gain reputation. What she wants is to show everyone a well-organized, friendly, and equal treatment Therefore, no matter how the visitors are dressed, they are not allowed to be negligent, and the subordinates must supervise each other. If there is any difference in treatment, or the attitude is arrogant, they will be directly expelled from the palace and will never be used again.

Today, many servants in the villa were transferred from the palace, and most of them were servants from Donglu. These people respected the Crown Princess as much as they feared her threats.

This is the one who killed a servant with a cane in front of everyone, and even dragged his whole family to beat him half to death!
Who would dare not take what she said seriously?
Originally, the group of servants in the Zhuangzi were a little disapproving at first, but the maids and the little yellow men at the palace looked serious, so they also became serious.

So when Niu Hesheng was kindly asked by the palace maid dressed better than him if he wanted tea and what snacks he wanted, he was really flattered and couldn't sit still.

Young Master Xing walked and ate and drank in a calm manner.Today, there are long tables with buffets in several places in the garden. If you want to talk and chat, sit down, drink tea, juice and snacks, you can do it almost anywhere.

Niu Hesheng asked anxiously: "Young master, can you really take and eat whatever you want on this table?"

"Of course! This is called a buffet. It was made like this at the birthday banquet of Princess Su and Princess Su last year, and it became popular later. The host will do this when there are too many guests. Don't worry, eat boldly."

Young Master Xing started looking for chicken legs on the table, and he really found it!It's still fried!Fried ones are more expensive than baked ones because of the waste oil.

But because it tasted unrefined, no one took it.

Niu Hesheng imitated him, and also picked up the fried chicken drumsticks. Anyway, he didn't come for a blind date. He had a clear self-positioning, and he was here to accompany the young master of his future employer.

Just one bite, and the fried chicken legs opened the door to a new world of Niu Hesheng's life. It's so delicious!

Can chicken legs be so fragrant?
After eating one, a beautiful maid came forward with a spittoon and asked them to throw chicken bones.

Niu Hesheng blushed and asked, "My lord, can I have another one? This chicken leg is really delicious."

The maid replied with a smile: "You can take them, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you take them all."

"That's no need, no need! Another one is enough. Thank you."

Seeing Niu Hesheng's honesty, the maid smiled coquettishly, and said, "My lord, you are so cute."

……

In Wentao courtyard, Song Qingyue was still moaning and moaning because of her aunt's pain, but she was going to host today's blind date meeting, ah no, it was a chess game, endured the pain, and insisted on getting up.

In addition to using cotton menstrual belts every time she was young, she would also put several layers of small thin quilts under her buttocks when she slept. Last night, two layers of quilts were soaked through, and the blood flowed like a river...

When Mo Fan and the others were changing the quilt, Li Zhao saw the blood.He didn't feel dirty, but his heart ached. He didn't know that women could bleed so much during menstruation.

Song Qingyue tossed about in the cleaning room for a while, and put four or five layers of cotton cloth on it, thinking that it shouldn't be a big problem to just go out for a while, and come back after going out to show her face.

Li Zhao resisted her unhappily, put her back on the soft bed, and said, "Lie down! Can't do without you?"

"I'm the master anyway..." Song Qingyue looked pitiful, if only there were painkillers, this damn Da Zhou, without painkillers, it's terribly terrible...

Li Zhao clicked his tongue: "You just lie down, and I will go."

"There must be someone to entertain the female relatives. Where's Li Wei? Has she come?" Song Qingyue asked Mo Shan, Mo Shan shook his head first, then glanced at Lin Wanfu, Lin Wanfu said with certainty: "The eldest girl is not here."

Song Qingyue frowned: "Why is this? It's good to come and see the game. Isn't she engaged yet?"

Li Zhaodao: "She followed Concubine Zhuang to Sanqing Temple to offer incense. It is said that she has appointed a nephew of General Liu, Marquis of Guangning, to meet at Sanqing Temple these few days."

"If you don't come to see us, do you have to run to the Taoist temple? Does Concubine Zhuang have any opinion on me? By the way, after I married into the palace, the eldest sister never came to talk to me once."

Song Qingyue didn't want to understand, and Li Zhao also looked puzzled.

Lin Wanfu bowed and said: "It seems that the eldest girl is dissatisfied with this marriage. Concubine Zhuang is afraid that she will be fooled by some man again, so she is forced to take her to the Sanqing Temple."

Song Qingyue and Li Zhao looked at each other, as if they understood something, they shook their heads and ignored it.

Concubine Zhuang has her own plans, so let her call. Some people don't believe in fate unless they die.

But the event can't be hosted without anyone, Song Qingyue suggested: "Otherwise...how about you ask Meng Wanfeng to entertain everyone for me?"

"Meng...why? Do you think she is more interesting than you or is she more popular than you? I see that she doesn't have many friends, how can she replace you?" Li Zhao said disdainfully.

Song Qingyue curled up on the bed and frowned in pain. After thinking for a while, she didn't think it was appropriate, so she insisted: "It's still Meng Wanfeng, she has a high status. The ladies who came today are from different backgrounds, so they have to have enough Only the identity can hold the field."

"Okay." Li Zhao was persuaded. He squatted beside the bed, touched her forehead covered in cold sweat, and said softly, "You can rest assured and sleep, don't worry about anything, everything is up to me."

"Well, then I'm going to sleep." Song Qingyue rubbed her cheek against his palm dependently.

Li Zhao smiled softly: "You and my husband and wife, thank you."

"But what I think in my heart, I have to say it." She raised her slightly swollen eyelids and looked at Li Zhao, "My husband is so kind to me, I am really grateful."

She leaned over and kissed Li Zhao's cheek, and said softly, "Thank you brother."

Li Zhao touched Song Qingyue's hair, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, and he was inexplicably excited, as if he had done something extraordinary, and he was just taking care of her according to his heart and being good to her.

It's just that Song Qingyue said so, as if he had received a great reward, he wanted to do better and make her happier.

~

Meng Wanfeng was very surprised when she received Song Qingyue's commission.

"Me? She commissioned me? Why?"

Meng Wanfeng looked at the smiling ink fan and was very surprised, obviously he and Song Qingyue were so close to so many ladies, and there were also two girls from Su Wang's mansion.

Mo Fan said: "Our concubine said that the concubine of Prince Jing's residence is high enough to be able to overwhelm others and act justly. She believes in you."

"She's still really...strange." Meng Wanfeng shook her head with a face of not knowing how to comment, and said again: "By the way, do your concubines always hurt like this when you are young?"

Mo Fan shook his head: "It's not always like this, it's always uncomfortable when you're tired."

"Take me to see her first." Meng Wanfeng entered the doctor mode again.

Meng Wanfeng lived quite far from Wentao Courtyard. Meng Wanfeng didn't sit in the car. She was always in a hurry and walked very fast. It took her less than half an hour's journey to get there in two cups of tea. Fan was exhausted and out of breath.

Sitting in front of Song Qingyue's bed, Meng Wanfeng didn't feel breathless at all.

"Please take a walk." Song Qingyue smiled wryly, the pain was so severe that she couldn't quite smile.

"I heard you were tired a while ago?" Meng Wanfeng asked.

Song Qingyue nodded honestly.

"Besides preparing for the chess game, do you have a hard time at night?"

Song Qingyue blushed and nodded honestly.

"Large or small?"

"There will be more."

"how long?"

"It looks like six or seven days."

"Bring a pen and ink, and I'll write two prescriptions for you."

Ink Fan handed over the charcoal pen and paper, and Meng Wanfeng was already used to using this pen, especially when he was in the military camp, this kind of pen was much more convenient than a brush.She simply wrote down two prescriptions, and said: "Both are decocted with water. Drink this one for a few days, after meals, once a day; drink this one after your childhood is gone. It’s also after meals, once in the morning and once in the evening, for seven days in a row, if it’s normal next time, you don’t need to drink it, if it’s still abnormal next time, you can send someone to find me again.”

"Thank you." Song Qingyue smiled.

"What are we thanking you for? You, if you know that you are weak, you should be more careful, and you can't let that person mess around." Meng Wanfeng was domineering like a big sister at this time.

Song Qingyue nodded obediently.

"Okay, I'm leaving, you have a rest, with me here, don't worry about anything!"

"Thank you!"

When she walked out of the yard, Meng Wanfeng's maid Fuling said, "Miss, this Princess Su is really strange."

"Why is it strange?" Meng Wanfeng asked.

Fu Ling shook her head, "It's an indescribable feeling."

"She has no ill intentions towards us, so don't think too much about it." Although Meng Wanfeng felt a strong sense of uneasiness, she couldn't find the reason, so she could only blame it on her previous life experience, comforting Fu Ling was also comforting herself.

"I hope." Fu Ling lowered her voice and said, "I still think we have to put an eyeliner beside her."

Meng Wanfeng thought about it, but still shook her head: "She didn't put eyeliner on us, I don't want to destroy this trust."

"Miss, you should think about it. It's not that simple for this servant to look at this princess Su Wang."

"I know she's not simple. People don't offend me, and I don't offend others. As long as she doesn't target us, we don't need to target her."

In fact, Meng Wanfeng was a little afraid of Song Qingyue.She felt that Song Qingyue was like a pool of clear water in the mountains. It looked shallow, but if she really wanted to jump into it, it was so deep that she couldn't even figure out the bottom.

What kind of temperament Li Zhao is, Meng Wanfeng knows it all too well.

The fact that Ning Yueyao was sent back to the palace by Li Zhao could not escape Meng Wanfeng's intelligence network.

If Song San really only relied on his family background and beauty, it would not be enough to make Li Zhao care about her as much as he does now, and even take the risk of offending the Ning family to snub Ning Yueyao because of her.

There must be something unknown about this Song Qingyue. She cannot be as weak and simple as she appears on the surface.

Meng Wanfeng wasn't naturally good at fighting. People like Song Qingyue would naturally avoid provoking them if they could.

It's really a match, there may not be a chance of winning.

(End of this chapter)