Chapter 80 Go to Sanqing Temple

In the Song Mansion, Song Qingyue received a notice a few days ago that His Royal Highness King Su was going to hold a ceremony at Sanqing Temple to chant scriptures and pray for the birth mother of the son who passed away. I hope she will be there then.

Song Qingyue was a little confused for a while whether it was His Royal Highness Su's intention or Li Zhao's intention, but she should go if it was too emotional or reasonable.

Before dawn this morning, she got up to dress up, dressed in a very plain dress, and only wore simple white jade jewelry on her head, and brought the copied "Tong Xuan Zhen Jing" and "Duo Ren Jing" Go to the side door.

From a distance, I saw a tall and straight figure waiting beside the carriage. He was wearing an off-white brocade robe with dark flowers and a jade crown on his head. His face was like jade, and his body was like a pine tree. stopped.

Recently, Feng Qi was sent to the south to check last year's accounts, so it was Feng Jiu who followed her out today.

Seeing her suddenly stop, Feng Jiu called softly: "Miss?"

Li Zhao turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw a neat little beauty standing not far away staring at him in a daze, laughed, and stretched out his hand to her, saying, "Come here quickly."

Song Qingyue immediately lowered her eyes, not meeting his gaze, tensed her back, walked over slowly, and bowed her head in salute.

Seeing that she didn't come to hold his hand, Li Zhao went over and grabbed her hand, lowered his head and looked at her for a while, then smiled and said, "Did you grow taller?"

Song Qingyue nodded, and continued to lower her eyes and said indifferently: "It's the age to grow up."

"It's going to be hard for you to stay with me for a few days."

"Should be."

The carriage of King Su's Mansion was taller than ordinary carriages. Li Zhao helped her get into the carriage first, and then entered with his long legs.

Although the carriage was more spacious than ordinary carriages, it was a cramped space after all. Song Qingyue could even smell the faint scent of ambergris on his clothes.

She sat cautiously, keeping as far away from him as possible, always looking down at the scriptures in her hands, occasionally she could glimpse the corner of his clothes from the corner of her eye, the clothes were woven with gold and silver silk, plus the luster of silk itself , although it is made of plain fabric, it looks radiant and dignified at first glance.

With such a man, it's no wonder that Meng Wanfeng, such a smart person, could love him to the point of death in his previous life, even going through fire and water, never giving up, until finally he was crazy about love - the appearance is really tempting!
"Moon..."

Such an intimate address made Song Qingyue stiff, only her father, Mr. Song, would call herself that.She raised her head, looked into his gray-black eyes in surprise, and then hurriedly avoided.

Li Zhao frowned slightly, then let go, his tone softened a bit, and asked: "Is breakfast available? If not, I brought you some snacks."

"Thank you Your Highness, I had breakfast." She whispered.

"The lily horseshoe lotus root powder cake made by the new Jiangnan chef is loved by all the women in the house. I just wanted to bring you a few pieces. Try it? It's still hot."

With Li Zhao's enthusiastic recommendation, Song Qingyue couldn't refuse anymore, so she reached out and took a piece, covered it with a handkerchief, stuffed it into her mouth, and began to eat in small bites.

This pale pink translucent pastry is made in the shape of a flower, with diced horseshoe and lily crushed inside. It tastes sweet and slightly bitter, and also has the aroma of lotus leaves. It is really the best.

Li Zhao stared intently at her eating, which made Song Qingyue a little uncomfortable, so she had no choice but to push the food box towards him and said, "Your Highness eats too."

Li Zhao didn't move, and asked her with a smile, "Do you like it?"

Song Qingyue nodded honestly.

There are several layers of food boxes, and every drawer is a kind of snack, but Li Zhao didn't recommend other ones because she was afraid that she would have a small appetite.

Sure enough, after Song Qingyue ate a piece of snack, she stopped moving, and continued to sit with her eyes downcast stiffly, stiff and unfamiliar.

Li Zhao's fist was clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched again. He hesitated and said, "Yue'er, since you saw me today, you haven't smiled. You raised your head and looked at me."

Came to seductive again.

Song Qingyue sighed silently in her heart, glanced at him as she said, and then lowered her head again to avoid it.

Li Zhao watched her dodge again and again, even if he comforted himself, she had a cold temper, but she couldn't deceive herself anymore. He clenched his fists tightly on his knees, and finally asked: "Yue'er, you...don't want to marry me?"

"I……"

Song Qingyue wanted to say, "Yes, how do you know?"

For a moment, he stopped again.

Whether she likes it or not, she has to marry. If she says this now, if she really annoys him, he has no good fruit to eat, and Li Zhao's eyes are so scary now, as if as long as she says yes or no, he will Can cut himself on the spot.

So she shook her head and said, "I'm just thinking about seeing your father later, I... I'm a little nervous."

Hearing her answer, Li Zhao felt relieved, his expression relaxed, he stretched out his hand to hold her hand, pulled her body a few inches closer to him, bent slightly, and moved closer to her ear, Said softly: "You have even met the emperor's grandfather, why are you still afraid of my father? Although he looks a bit fierce, he is just a reasonable person, and he will not make trouble for no reason. Besides, you and I are alone together Now, don't be so cautious."

As he spoke, he kept rubbing the back of her smooth hand with his thumb, and his gentle and low voice was like a whisper between lovers.

Looking down, seeing the girl's reddened ears, Li Zhao's lips curled up. He seemed to like her hands very much. They were white, slender, and slender. The nails, which were not dyed in any color, were clean pink. It also makes people feel good to look at.

So he lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand, scaring Song Qingyue so much that she wanted to pull her hand back, but his big palm was as strong as iron tongs, as if as long as he was unwilling to let go, she would never be able to escape.

With his other hand, he gently wrapped her waist around her, and brought her into his arms. Song Qingyue struggled fiercely for a few times, but suddenly stopped moving. She raised her eyes and looked at him angrily. With such an expression on his face, as delicate as autumn water, I felt pity for him, which made his breath unsteady for a moment, and his throat rolled up and down.

"Yue'er, there is no one else here, when you and I are alone together, you can be more casual, huh?"

"Yu... Yu etiquette is inconsistent."

"What are you afraid of? You will marry me in the future, who dares to say anything?"

"I will say it. They will say that I am a concubine who seduces His Highness, so I will not be able to appear on the stage."

Li Zhao frowned, remembering that day in the palace, the imperial grandmother said in front of him that Song Qingyue was not worthy of the stage, and probably other people would say the same, so it was because of this that they were unhappy?
"I'll take care of this."

"How to deal with it? Your Highness wants...how to deal with it? I'm fine, I don't care that much!"

Li Zhao pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at herself, staring into her eyes, and said with a smile, "It's obvious that I'm wronged."

"No! This is my own choice. I knew what they would say about me from the beginning. The mouth grows on others. Even if His Highness can stop their mouths, it can't influence what they think. I don't care that much."

He held her face and apologized sincerely and seriously: "I have wronged you."

Song Qingyue shook her head: "It is my daughter's blessing to be able to marry His Highness."

Li Zhao chuckled, "You really think so?"

Song Qingyue nodded vigorously.

Feeling that the arm around her waist finally let go of her, Song Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief, broke free from his arms, and moved a few inches away.

Li Zhao felt that he had never been so anxious in his life. He couldn't figure out what Song Qingyue was thinking. She said it nicely, but from the beginning to the end, she didn't have a clue. A little bit of the joy and shyness that a fiancee should have when seeing her future husband?
The more unhappy he was, the more frightened Song Qingyue became, and the farther she hid, she moved to a place close to the carriage door after a while, turned her head to look at the scenery outside the gauze curtain, and did not look at Li Zhao at all.

The boss of the company in her previous life was also moody. According to Song Qingyue's experience, when the boss is unhappy, he must stay away and don't make trouble.

The Sanqing Temple is not far away, it is just beside the city wall, as soon as you leave the north gate.

The sound of the small yellow door outside interrupted the embarrassing atmosphere in the carriage: "Your Highness, Miss Song, you're here."

"I'll go out first." Li Zhao walked out of the car first, stood still beside the car, stretched out his hand, and waited for her to get off the car with his hand.

Song Qingyue lowered her head, hesitated for a moment, and put her hand gently in his palm obediently, but as soon as her feet stepped on the ground, when he didn't hold it tightly, she slipped and immediately took her hand back.

If you don't want to have physical contact with him, your heart will beat uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)

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