I and the dog-licking heroine are one body and two souls

The next day, Tang Shiyong really couldn't get out of bed.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I was too lazy to move. I felt sleepy and wanted to sleep for a while. After I recovered from the sleepiness, I wanted to turn over. I couldn’t lift my legs. The inner side hurt a little too much. There was a small tingling pain in the hollow of the legs, which felt like being trapped. Who was bitten.

this……?Why are there a bunch of strawberry marks on the thigh root?

Tang Shiyong sat up to check, more surprised than surprised.

Is Tang Yaqian all right?
She didn't have that terrible nightmare yesterday, and she slept very well, except for a little fuzzy about the incident, she didn't have any discomfort at all.

Of course, it doesn't count if you can't get up now.

Tang Yaqian!Well done!We have achieved a qualitative leap!
When we get tired of Song Muming, we must get wild! ! !
Song Muming was not by his side, the quilt on the side where he slept was stretched flat, if it wasn't for her tossing and turning now, it would be as if no one had slept in last night.

Faintly heard the sound of music from the study, Tang Shiyong listened quietly, as if it was an opera.

He listened to opera, which is new knowledge.

Tang Shiyong slowed down a bit, and groped around for the pajamas she wore yesterday, only to find a new nightgown on the spring stool at the end of the bed.

Putting on her nightdress, Tang Shiyong went to look for him in the study room, but the door of the study room was not closed, only to see Song Muming writing on the desk with a brush in his hand, dipping ink into the inkstone from time to time, and kept writing.

An opera that Tang Shiyong didn't understand was playing on the small phonograph. He was wearing gray pajamas with several buttons on his neckline unbuttoned, revealing the scar on his shoulder and some ambiguous red marks.

He still had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, which added a sense of ruffianism to his usually calm and self-sufficient temperament.

Finding Tang Shiyong standing at the door, Song Muming extinguished the smoke in his mouth, turned on the ventilation in the room, waved to Tang Shiyong, and said, "Are you awake? Come here."

These words were exactly the same as what he called her on the bed last night, Tang Shiyong felt inexplicably hot, and felt shy in his heart.

Did she really get through yesterday safely?Didn't bite him again?Not crazy either?
Walking over slowly, Song Muming pulled Tang Shiyong into his lap. Tang Shiyong looked at the words written on rice paper on the table, and asked puzzledly, "What is this writing?"

She knew every word, but when combined together, it was a bit obscure and awkward. It was an old saying, but it was a rhetoric that Tang Shiyong couldn't handle.

Song Muming didn't speak. He sucked lightly on her neck, put the wolf hair in Tang Shiyong's hand, then held her hand and dipped it in ink, and wrote strokes on the rice paper.

The spring night is short.

"In the future, I want you to practice your calligraphy more, so that you don't know a single word." Song Muming laughed in a low voice. There was an obvious difference between him yesterday and today. It seemed that he spoke softer to her and his attitude was more gentle than before.

It's not that he wasn't gentle before, it's just that now he has a super double feeling, as if she is that kind of fragile object, a little louder, the sound vibration can shatter her.

Tang Shiyong looked at the four crooked brush characters, plus the meaning of the characters, her face flustered with embarrassment, and she deliberately turned her face to stare at him: "You stink and shameless, aren't you afraid that your students will see you like this?"

It's only been one night, why does he have the feeling that he has failed his studies?
The pen in their hands moved again, and the two joined forces to write four more characters on the rice paper.

Boudoir fun.

"It's human nature, where does the smell come from and shameless?" He whispered in her ear, because he had just smoked a cigarette, his breath had a slight smell of smoke, and his voice was a bit hoarse.

"Anyway, it's shameless. When I woke up, you weren't there. When I was flustered and felt insecure, you didn't even say a word of comfort. This is simply a scumbag's behavior and must be condemned." Qian She was wrong, anyway, she was right, it was Song Muming's fault.

"How do I know that you woke up after less than two hours of sleep? I worked so hard last night, thinking that you would have to sleep until noon."

There is quite a lot of knowledge in this statement. He directly explained that he had been working for a long time, and it ended less than two hours ago. He also mentioned her "working hard" stalk before. If you can't get out of bed.

"Careful, it's because you are wrong, I can't walk, I want you to hug me." Tang Shiyong still blamed him, if it was because of last night, she treated her another level, then she has the capital to do it now.

Song Muming thought it was funny, hugged her up, walked back to the bed and put her down, and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Tang Shiyong shook her head, except for the pain there, her legs and waist were a little tired, and she was not very hungry.

Song Muming understood, covered her with a thin quilt, kissed her forehead lightly, and said, "Lie down and rest for a while, and I'll come over to accompany you later."

He got up and went out of the room, and came back after a while, holding a tray in his hand, which contained a small blue and white porcelain cup, a teacup and a plate of preserved fruit that should be pickled.

Song Muming sat on the edge of the bed next to Tang Shiyong, put the tray on the bedside table, and helped her up.

"If you don't eat, just drink this."

Song Muming picked up the small cup and opened it. Inside the small cup was a very thick liquid, red and black in color. Only the white porcelain on the side of the bowl could tell that the thing should have been red.

"What is this?" Tang Shiyong looked at it in shock, a little bit wanting to refuse, if what he served was traditional Chinese medicine, she would recognize it, why this thing looks a bit like a fresh blood clot.

It can't really be the blood of something, can it?She doesn't drink.

"The secret recipe left by the ancestors has a miraculous effect on nourishing blood and nourishing qi for girls. Don't think it's too bad to drink. Come here and swallow it in one breath." Song Muming didn't give her a chance to refuse. He sat next to her and squeezed her shoulders, half-forced She poured down this bowl of black and red stuff.

And fishy!Bitter again!
Tang Shiyong sticks out her tongue so badly, there is something worse than traditional Chinese medicine in the world, and it is this thing, which is bitter and fishy, ​​and she guarantees with her life that there must be blood in it!

The warm water in the teacup was brought to his mouth, and Tang Shiyong took a sip immediately.

"You can't vomit, you can even swallow the water." Song Muming said forcefully: "This bowl is a good thing that Aunt Liang at home didn't sleep well and stewed it all night. Others don't have the qualifications to drink it, so don't want it at all. left."

After Tang Shiyong swallowed it all, he gave her a candied fruit to relieve the bitter taste in her mouth.

Tang Shiyong seemed to be alive, and complained: "It's so bad that you need qualifications. I'll hear the word Chinese medicine in the future, and it's all your fault."

After finishing speaking, the fishy smell came up again in his mouth, and he quickly added another candied fruit to renew his life.

Put away all the bowls and cups, and leave the candied fruit for her. Song Muming took out the tray to the people waiting outside the door, and came back to pick up Tang Shiyong and walk to the bathroom.

"Come on, I'll serve you now, and I'll clear the charge of not being with you." Knowing that she just pretended to be condescending just now, he still felt distressed.

Her current illness needs to be treated slowly. It is an indisputable fact that the tonic is a real tonic with added ingredients.

Just forget it gradually, the hurt you have suffered is not worth remembering.

Carrying Tang Shiyong into the bathroom, closing the door and squeezing toothpaste for Tang Shiyong, said: "I washed you last night, this morning I will wash my face casually, and clean up after I have slept enough."

This... Tang Shiyong was a little puzzled, she was in a daze last night, why didn't she even feel like taking a bath?
Could it be that Song Muming was really too strong, and she was made to faint?

When they went out, the beds outside had been replaced with a new set, which was clean and refreshing.

Song Muming carried her back and lay down next to her, explaining: "It was too late yesterday, and I didn't change the dirty sheets. It doesn't matter if you want to lie down all day now."

The reason for the staining was well known to both of them, but Song Muming seemed to want to make it clear, and said, "The medicine just now can't be stopped, you have to drink it at least once a month, if you want to drink it, tell me in advance, how many times more That's fine too."

"I still want to drink it?! I don't want to drink it! Whoever wants to drink it will drink it!" It's so bad to drink, one sip will be unforgettable for a lifetime, who wants to take a second sip?

Knowing that she resisted, Song Muming was not annoyed, and said slowly: "In our Song family, this food has been the first meal of the new daughter-in-law since ancient times, and only the wife of the main house is eligible to drink it."

He brought up the past again to show that he didn't talk nonsense.

This thing is not allowed to be used by messy people, and it is the dignity of Mrs. Song's family, and other concubines can only watch.

"It will be handed down only if it is useful. It is regarded as a tradition. Others are really not qualified to drink it. Drinking more will do you no harm." Those years were turbulent and the living environment was very harsh. It is natural to be able to bring a bowl to drink for the wife at home. Life-saving medicine.

"Then your house is quite classic, thank you, Young Master Song, for your love." Tang Shiyong babbled, but he knew what it meant, and he just didn't let him go.

"Since it's such a big rule, why didn't the servants come to greet me this morning? My status is not what it used to be now, why don't I have a dedicated maid to take care of my daily life?" Think she is uneducated?Still haven't watched the ancient TV series?
Song Muming didn't argue with her, and said: "When our family rules were the strictest, the sheets you just used last night were all burned to worship the ancestors."

Hmph, that's really thanks to her dad... No!Thanks to Tang Yaqian for the short video, which sent her to the civilized modern world, instead of being Song Muming's fourth concubine, and not having to fight men at home.

wrong!

Tang Shiyong seemed to think of something, turned her face to look at Song Muming, and asked in a straight voice: "Song! Mu! Ming! Your ex-girlfriend, drink! Pass! Shall we?!"

Song Muming, who has always lived with a clear heart, finally tasted the tragedy of self-destruction.