Chapter 80: Rain falls, rouge tears fall, pear blossoms play with begonias (4)

Author: melon crisp

Chapter 80: Rain falls, rouge tears fall, pear blossoms play with begonias (4)

Dong Qi's family has many children and there are brothers and sisters as old as Song Ci, but he doesn't like them very much.

He likes Song Ci's fragrant and soft ones, and wants to squeeze them.

"Chi Chi."

The herbal medicine contains ingredients that can help you sleep. Song Ci didn't feel sleepy. When she heard the man calling her, she snorted in confusion: "Huh?~"

Dong Qi tucked her in and said, "Sleep Ci Ci."

Song Ci suddenly developed a high fever at night. It was probably because he had left the windows open in the middle of the night and got cold.

Dong Qi touched the boy's hot cheek, and his brain was almost confused for a moment. He quickly found a towel, moistened it with water and wiped her cheek.

When the coolness touched his cheek, the burning sensation all over his body was relieved for a moment.

Dong Qi wiped her hands and feet in the same manner as her mother used to take care of her brothers and sisters. Just as he was about to untie her clothes and wipe the boy's body, she caught her hand.

The boy's eyes were dim with fever, his cheeks were sickly red, and his voice was hoarse but he still said, "Don't touch me!"

Dong Qi was stunned by the shout. Seeing her look, he immediately said: "Cici, be good, I'll wipe you and won't touch you."

Song Ci's consciousness was a little confused, and he put a wet handkerchief on his forehead, which relieved the coldness.

Dong Qi worked hurriedly for most of the night before the fever went down.

…

The sun flickers past, and the shadows of flowers sit forward

After a few days, Song Ci's body recovery ability was still quite strong, and the injuries on his body were almost healed.

The early morning sunlight streamed in through the window, and the young man's long hair was tied up with a thick rope on the table.

The clothes from Dongqi were too long and too big for the boy. The waist was tied with a rope and the hem was mopped to the floor. It was worth carrying to prevent him from accidentally stepping on it and tripping.

As soon as I opened the door and came out, I saw people working in the courtyard. This courtyard is where the palace servants live.

Seeing Song Ci's obvious surprise, these people murmured to the side, no wonder Dong Qi has not left the yard these days, there is a little beauty hidden in the love room.

Most of the boys in this courtyard are new boys, and they don't know Song Ci. Even if they know her name, they don't know what he looks like.

However, some people recognized him instantly when they saw those strange eyes. He was Song Ci, the youngest son of General Song Yishan.

Song Ci was the second son of General Song. He did not follow the general to learn martial arts. He only stayed in the bamboo hut in the back mountain all day long to write and draw. For generations of Song family martial artists, most people looked down upon him, but he had no identity.

People who dare to really point fingers at him usually do so secretly.

It's just that later Song Yishan secretly collaborated with the enemy's army. Collaboration with the enemy and treason was originally a crime that should be punished by the nine clans. Now the emperor, remembering the old feelings, only demoted the Song family to slave status and sent them to Youzhou. He left a few days ago.

Why is this young master in the palace?

Although there are only a handful of people who look the same in this world, they are by no means non-existent. Even though he has different eyes, he doesn't necessarily have to be the one from the Song family, right?

The boys covered their mouths and looked at the young man, deceiving themselves in their hearts.

As soon as Dong Qi entered the yard, he saw the young man standing by the fish pond being watched back and forth by others.

Even though the boy was wearing a dull gray-blue cloth, it could not reduce the cold temperament of the boy's body. Instead, it made the boy's exposed skin glow white.

It looks very good, like...

Dong Qi didn't know how to describe it for a moment, and the expression on his face dropped. When he turned his head, he happened to catch a glimpse of the pear tree next to him, and the air was filled with fragrance in the breeze.

Clusters of tiny flowers bloom on the thin light green stems.

The petals are white and flawless

The cold beauty bullies Quan Xue, and the lingering fragrance suddenly enters the clothes

Dong Qi looked at the boy with bright eyes.

He is really beautiful, prettier than Pear Blossom.

…

He stomped the mud on his feet, took a handful of water for watering flowers from the side and washed his hands, walked over quickly, and wiped his big hands on his clothes.

Standing in front of Song Ci without any image, his tall figure completely blocked Song Ci's slender body, blocking the sight of those people.

He reached out and took the young man's hand and pulled him into the room, "Cici, you're not fully recovered yet. Don't go out. Just rest in the room."

Song Ci was blocked in the room by him and the door was closed tightly. She raised her head in surprise, "I just went out to get some fresh air."

"Don't go out. I'll take you out for a walk in two days, okay?"

Song Ci looked at him confused, looking at the man's pleading eyes, and nodded, "Okay."

The boy is a person who doesn't like to talk much. Most of the time, Dong Qi talks and he listens.

The silly man just now suddenly smiled at her. Dong Qi often smiled at Song Ci. Over time, she could tell what he meant at a glance.

It's easy to understand, he can't hide things, and his face will show it immediately if something happens.

"Did you bring something back?"

Dong Qi approached Song Ci and stretched out his hand to show her, "It's a butterfly."

A white butterfly stayed obediently in Dong Qi's palm, looking particularly petite in the man's big palm, its wings fluttering and closing.

Dong Qi put his palm against the young man's slender white jade fingers, and the white butterfly climbed up and stopped at the young man's fingertips.

Song Ci's eyes reflected the reflection of the white butterfly, watching it fluttering its wings, and gently curled the corners of her lips, and it disappeared in an instant.

Dong Qi was stunned. He just saw the boy smile. Although it was just a moment, this was the first time he saw the boy smile.

It is very beautiful.

"Cici, can you smile again?"

Song Ci narrowed her eyes, her voice was cold, and she stood up and said, "I'm not laughing."

Dong Qi was a little anxious and told him: "No, you really laughed just now."

Song Ci walked to the window and raised the back of her hand. The white butterfly had climbed up the back of her hand along her fingers.

With a gentle blow, the white butterfly spread its wings and danced softly in the air.

The butterfly did not fly away, but flew around the boy before flying back to the flowers outside the window.

Dong Qi looked at Song Ci and didn't understand why she let the butterfly go. She clearly liked it just now.

But he likes whatever the boy does, so just let him go...

Dong Qi raised his eyebrows and smiled a little naively: "Cici, you can get the money tomorrow. Didn't you say you wanted to go out for a walk? Let's go out tomorrow."

Maybe she can take the opportunity to escape from the palace...

Song Ci nodded, his eyes flashed and he said, "Will the young prince be at the palace tomorrow?"

"I heard from the housekeeper that the young prince seems to have something to do tomorrow and should not be in the palace." Dong Qi answered honestly.

In the blink of an eye, the problem ran to the back of his mind, and he thought of the bustling street outside and happily shared with Song Ci: "...there are also selling candied haws, lanterns, and candy figures on the street..."

"This is the first time I've seen so many people..."

The young man sat quietly, his eyes calm, but he would reply from time to time.

Xiao He just returned to the palace

Just after passing a pavilion and attic, I heard an arrogant curse.

"If you can't do this little thing well, what are you doing for food?"

"Also, this place is under my control. I'm the biggest here. I will call you Brother Fugui when we meet in the future. Remember!"

A submissive voice sounded: "I know, I know, Brother Fugui."

Fugui? It seems to be that boy...

Xiao He's deep pupils glowed with a faint light. He walked over and stared at his back with his falcon eyes and said playfully: "Oh, are you the biggest here?"

The maid who was pruning flower branches nearby heard this sound and immediately stopped her movements and stood there obediently.
Chapter completed!