Little Niang[Transmigration Book]

After being frozen all night, being embraced by Song Yanming like this, the two of them were wrapped in a warm cloak, and the warm body temperature inside, Rong Yu felt that such an embrace was like a paradise.

The clothes on Song Yanming's body had an elegant pine fragrance, and Rong Yu knew it was the smell of incense in his study, the familiar smell and the familiar embrace made Rong Yu particularly at ease.

On the other hand, Song Yanming frowned, the person in his arms was frozen like a piece of ice, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting at the freezing door, so he couldn't help but blame him.

"Only this time, don't do this next time, what should I do if it freezes?"

Rong Yu revealed a shallow dimple,

"I wear thick clothes, so it's too cold."

He lied. Although he wore a lot of clothes, his body was always afraid of the cold, and he felt uncomfortable when it came to winter. He wished he could take the oven with him.

Song Yanming only took his cold hand into his palm, rubbed it lightly and gently, warming it with the temperature in his own hand,

"Can you hide it from me? When it's cold on weekdays, I wish I could carry a Tang lady in my pocket all day long. Seeing that your lips are turning white from the cold, to be honest, how long have you been waiting?"

"It's not long," Rong Yu bit her lip, "less than half an hour."

Xu Shi is not used to lying in front of Song Yanming, he swallowed subconsciously, and said in a low voice:

"Song Yanming, I was the one who was abrupt today. I know it's not good, but... I don't know if it's the first time I like someone. When I think about not seeing someone for at least two days, I can't wait, I can't wait..."

He looked at Song Yanming, a layer of blush gradually appeared on his face, he stopped talking, and buried his face in Song Yanming's arms, and an indistinct voice came out,

"Forget it, it won't happen in the future."

Song Yanming's throat felt hot, and he lowered his eyes and said softly, "Raise your head."

As soon as Rong Yu raised his head, he saw a black shadow falling in front of him, and the warm and soft breath hit his face, and he felt the warm and soft lips sticking to his own, gently, little by little. The kiss went up to the cold breath.

The place where they stayed was extremely remote, and it was already midnight, so naturally no one came here.

Rong Yu thought of him so much in her heart, being kissed by him like this, and seeing that there was no one else, she naturally wanted to hug his neck and kiss him hard, but she heard a low cry,

"What are you doing!"

Rong Yu was startled, and quickly pushed Song Yanming away. With the sound of the corner of the mansion's corner wall, a black figure turned over and stood in front of the two of them in an instant.

It was Song Yizhou!

Rong Yu gasped, and couldn't help but want to walk away from Song Yanming, but Song Yanming had already tightly grasped his wrist, not letting him go, Rong Yu bit her lip in her heart, looked at Song Yizhou, and then at Song Yanming. In the end, Song Yanming held Song Yanming's hand tightly.

Song Yizhou stared at the hands held by the two of them with sharp eyes, his heart was pounding, his mind went blank, and he felt that there was nothing more absurd than this in the world. He gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and he muttered to himself language,

"Crazy, fucking crazy."

Song Yanming was about to say something, but Song Yizhou had already drawn out his knife and pointed at his chest.

"Song, Yan, Ming." He gritted his teeth and said word by word, "You can be regarded as the head of the Song family well, even dare to touch father's daughter!"

Song Yanming's face was sullen, and he said after a while:

"You know, his identity is in name only."

"What a nameless person, you were the one who recorded the name at the beginning, not someone else!"

Song Yizhou only felt that the blood in his whole body was rushing to his head. If he hadn't tried his best to be rational, he would almost stab a transparent hole in the body of the person in front of him.

He didn't know why he was so angry, a deep sense of betrayal welled up in his heart, and a huge indescribable pain hit his already festered heart.

Very angry!It hurts!

How did he know that one day he would see such a scene!

Today, during the night patrol, when passing by the Hou's mansion, he accidentally saw Rong Yu coming out from the gate of the mansion. It was almost midnight and it was getting late. This man should have rested in Xiyuan, why is he here?

He wanted to go up to say hello to him, but as he walked, he felt that something was wrong—he seemed to be waiting for someone, Song Yizhou had never seen such expectant eyes on his face.

Who is he waiting for?

Song Yizhou was very curious. He turned over the wall, ready to see who would make him have such expectations, so that such a person who is afraid of the cold is willing to wait in this cold night.

Unexpectedly, he saw such an absurd scene.

The government soldiers in the mansion gate heard the strange movement, there was a creak at the door, and two government soldiers came out in a hurry.

Rong Yu quickly shook off Song Yanming's hand, Song Yanming's eyes moved, and he slowly put his hands behind his back, while Song Yizhou still maintained the posture of facing each other with his sword.

The government soldiers came over and saw the scene in front of them, their faces were startled, and they bowed immediately,

"Master Hou, Master Second, Miss."

Song Yizhou's chest heaved violently, and finally he slowly retracted the sword, quickly sheathed it, and said coldly:

"It seems that I saw a thief just now, we must strengthen the patrol!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers of the mansion were relieved, only then did they know the intention of the second master to draw his sword to face each other, they didn't dare to delay, they rushed into the gate of the mansion, summoned more than ten people, scattered around the mansion, and investigated separately.

Song Yizhou gave Song Yanming a cold look, and quickly walked towards the gate of the mansion.

Rong Yu's face was serious, and he clenched his fist, "I'll go and tell him."

Song Yanming stopped him, "You go back first, everything is up to me, and I will explain it to him."

Seeing Rong Yu's worried face, he said again: "Don't worry, I planned to find an opportunity to confess to my second brother, but now is a good time to confess."

He was about to touch Rong Yu's face to comfort him, but the government soldiers were still patrolling around, his raised hand froze in mid-air for a moment, and then slowly lowered it.

"Believe me."

Song Yanming smiled at him in relief.

Rong Yu was anxious, but she had no choice but to go back to Xiyuan and wait for news.

On the second day, Rong Yu woke up early. In fact, he didn't sleep last night and kept thinking about it. He didn't close his eyes to rest for a while until the early morning. However, as soon as the sun shone in, he woke up immediately and hurriedly got down. The bed is coming.

Madam Zheng, who was guarding outside, heard the noise inside, and quickly opened the door to come in. Holding a letter in her hand, she said doubtfully,

"Xiao Niang, the boy in the front yard sent it over, and only said it was for you."

Rong Yu hurriedly took it, went into the inner room and opened it where no one was around. The handwriting on it was handsome and unrestrained, and the pen was as sharp as a knife and axe. Rong Yu recognized Song Yanming's handwriting at a glance.

Just four simple words: "It's done, don't worry."

Rong Yu was taken aback for a moment, Song Yizhou has already been explained?

He put away the letter in doubt, and understood Song Yanming's intentions. He naturally asked someone to bring the letter to Tete in order not to worry him all day long.

Although Song Yanming said so, Rong Yu was still worried and wanted to ask Song Yanming to understand, but Song Yanming was not at the house for the past two days, so Rong Yu couldn't even ask.

Another day, Rong Yu didn't wait for Song Yanming to come, but instead received an imperial edict from the court, which was naturally not for him, but Song Yizhou.

The emperor granted him the rank of Fuyuan Colonel of the fourth rank, and soon set off for northern Xinjiang.

In the outskirts, the wind is blowing, the flags are flying, and the soldiers are ready to go. Song Yizhou is dressed in armor with a solemn expression. He walks up to the high platform step by step. Let him practice, and after receiving the imperial edict, Song Yizhou stood up.

After a few pleasantries, the practicing officials went back in a mighty manner.

Song Yizhou handed over the imperial decree to his followers, so that he could put it away.When he was about to set off, he couldn't help but glanced at the somewhat blurred city gate in the mist, but saw a handsome figure looking at him not far away. Go to your own steed.

"Song Yizhou!" came the urgent voice.

Song Yizhou clenched his fists, finally stopped, and looked back at Rong Yu who was standing in the smoke.

Even if he told himself over and over again not to show any emotions, a certain rotten wound in his heart was bleeding again. Song Yizhou gritted his teeth and said in a muffled voice:

"What's the matter?"

Rong Yu chased up a few steps, took out a jade bottle from her arms, and handed it to him,

"This is the Xitong Huoxue Pill. I don't know the ones in the Hou's mansion. Although I don't want you to use it, but the battlefield has no eyes, it's always better to be prepared."

Song Yizhou took the bottle, put it under his nose and smelled it. It was indeed the special medicinal aroma of Xitong Huoxue Pill.

I can't help but think back to when he accidentally dislocated his arm and gave him this thing in the middle of the night, but I didn't expect that his elder brother also gave one at that time. Now that I think about it, there were signs of it at that time. The eldest brother has always been cold-hearted, he has nothing else in his heart except his official business, how can he meticulously and thoughtfully give such a good medicine to someone else.

He just blamed his poor eyesight, he laughed at himself,

"Okay, I'll take it, thank you, it's just..."

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were cold, "Should I call you Xiaoniang now, or - sister-in-law?"

Such blunt and sarcastic words did not change Rong Yu's color, he just looked at Song Yizhou and pursed his lips.