Little Niang[Transmigration Book]

When he slowly walked back from the Army Terrace, Song Yanming was already holding a horse and standing not far from the gate of the city, waiting for him.

Seeing the regretful expression on Rong Yu's face, he just led the horse and said to Rong Yu:

"came back?"

Rong Yu nodded, but for some reason, there was a burst of sadness in his heart, and he couldn't bear it any longer, and threw himself into Song Yanming's arms, clenching his teeth tightly.

This is the outskirts of Beijing, although there are not many people coming and going, but the two of them are extremely careful outside on weekdays, let alone such intimate behaviors.

But Song Yanming didn't stop him on the spot, but just hugged him tightly in his arms.

After a long while, he felt a hot and humid chest, and his heart was even more tender, but he didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, he just held him in his arms silently.

Later, Song Yanming took him to the teahouse in the suburbs where the two had been.

Rong Yu entered the room, and in such a private environment, Rong Yu threw herself into Song Yanming's arms and wept unsuspectingly. Tired of crying, she gradually fell asleep smelling the familiar elegant aura on his body.

This time, she slept very peacefully. When Rong Yu woke up, it was already dark outside and the room was dark. When Rong Yu moved, she heard Song Yanming's voice above her,

"woke up?"

Rong Yu sat up and looked around, "Why don't you turn on the lights when it's dark?"

"Well, I'm going to call someone."

He was about to stand up, but sat down immediately, Rong Yu saw his frown slightly, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Song Yanming brushed his hem, "My legs are numb."

A hot current surged into Rong Yu's heart immediately, the tip of his nose was sour, and he immediately sat beside him: "You straighten your legs."

"No need," Song Yanming saw his intention and smiled lightly, "I'll just take a rest."

Rong Yu's tone became a bit serious, "I will straighten you if I tell you to."

Song Yanming had no choice but to obey him. Rong Yu leaned on him and massaged him carefully. He had never served anyone like this before, and he didn't know the severity, so he just massaged and said:

"If it's too heavy, you have to say it."

"Ah."

Rong Yu's heart was sore and soft. He was in the tea room at noon. Although he didn't know the time, he could tell from the sky that he had slept for five or six hours. During these five or six hours, Song Yanming actually kept In a position, just to let him fall asleep peacefully.

Naturally, Rong Yu could imagine the hard work, her throat was choked,

"Don't do this in the future, it will make people angry."

Song Yanming's face was soft, and he stretched out his hand, hooking the broken hair on his cheek behind his ear.

Then she moved closer and pressed a soft kiss on his soft and fair cheek.

Thinking it wasn't enough, she hooked his fingertips over his chin, lowered her head to find his lips, and pecked and kissed him carefully.

This kiss didn't have any passion, it seemed like it was just a mutual comfort between the same kind.

During such a kiss, the blocked emotions in Rong Yu's heart gradually dissipated.

The room was pitch black, but Rong Yu was not in a hurry to light the lamp. He only leaned on Song Yanming, looking at the smear of red in the sky, and felt a sense of being born far away in his heart.

"Song Yanming."

"Ok?"

"Why didn't you ask anything?"

Song Yanming snorted, "Ask what?"

Rong Yu pursed her lips, "Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything."

He suddenly took a deep breath and said, "I think Song Yizhou will have a great future."

"That's natural," Song Yanming felt relieved, "Second brother is naturally brave, with extraordinary strength and agility. He is absolutely extraordinary. I only hope that he can grow up quickly and take important responsibilities."

Rong Yu suddenly remembered that she had never asked him, "What did you tell him that day?"

The corner of Song Yanming's mouth curled up, and he lowered his head slightly, "I'll tell you later."

The hot breath rushed over the pinnae, Rong Yu felt his ears itching, he dodged and said in a bad breath:

"Are your legs better?"

"It's not good to have Yuer's service."

"...Your uncle, don't talk like that!"

Song Yanming smiled, he had been pure and guarding his desires for more than 20 years, but he didn't want to be a disciple at this time, he just wanted to tease him, and wanted to see how shy but stubborn he was.

Seeing Rong Yu's irritable appearance again, Song Yanming was afraid of offending him, so he stopped teasing him, and immediately sat up straight, and told him about his plan to go to sea,

"This time I go to sea, I will give you the identity of a personal servant."

After speaking, he stole over slightly, took a brocade box from the tea table behind Rong Yu, opened it, and showed Rong Yu.

Rong Yu took out the contents inside and opened it up in the night to see that it was a new face. He was curious, so he first asked Dao Tong to come in and light up all the lights in the tea room, and waited for Dao Tong to leave. , he immediately put on the mask.

Expectantly, "How?"

Song Yanming looked at it, and smiled faintly: "The eyebrows are lighter than the previous one, and with two more buns, you really look like a bookboy."

Rong Yu giggled, "All right, let me be a book boy."

Suffering from the absence of a mirror, he couldn't take a good look at this new face. He was panting, Song Yanming had already peeled off his face, put it in the box, pulled him over, and said solemnly:

"Yu'er, it's a long way to go this time, and I don't know how many twists and turns will happen, so you must act cautiously and never be loose and free, understand?"

Rong Yu nodded obediently,

"Understood, I am just a little tail following you closely, wherever you go, I will go."

Song Yanming's heart softened, and he touched his face, "You have to work hard on this journey."

"Where?" Rong Yu shook her head, "You don't even know how happy I am, I've long wanted to go to sea!"

Looking at Song Yanming's face, Rong Yu immediately said: "Of course, I'm excited, I will definitely listen to our Lord Hou, never run around, and be an obedient little fox that follows the tiger."

Song Yanming smiled.

***

In the twenty-ninth year of Daoyuan, the old ruler of the Ryukyu Jiaozhi Kingdom died, and the new ruler Tuhan came to the throne. Emperor Xuanzong entrusted Song Yanming with a letter of honor, ordering him to represent the imperial court to participate in the acceptance ceremony of the Jiaozhi Kingdom's enthronement ceremony.

At the Bohai Wharf, Xuanzong saw him off in person. After the ceremony of summoning heaven was over, the mighty dispatch ship sailed south from the Bohai Sea, starting the journey of envoys.

It was night, Song Yanming came in from the outside, closed the door, and saw Rongyu frantically pouring hot water for the two Tang women. Seeing Song Yanming coming in, he immediately put down the copper pot, tightened the water inlet, and then went up to meet him.

"It's so cold. The night on the sea is unexpectedly twice as cold as the suburbs of Beijing."

Song Yanming untied the cloak and hung it on a few shelves beside him, went over to warm his hands, and said:

"Five or six days later, when the boat reaches the Ganjiang River, the weather will warm up, and it won't be so cold by then."

Rong Yu smiled expectantly.

After washing up, he stuffed a Mrs. Tang into the quilt of the big bed, and stuffed another one into his long couch.

Song Yanming casually turned over the short slumped quilt and frowned, but he hadn't thought about Rong Yu's sleeping problem.To the outside world, Rong Yu was his servant, so he had to be extremely vigilant when serving his master. It would be good to have a long couch to rest, not to mention comfort.

With a thought in Song Yanming's mind, he grabbed Rong Yu who was busy making the bed,

"Sleep in the big bed with me at night."

Rong Yu was taken aback for a moment, then waved his hand, "I've gotten used to it after two days of sleep."

Song Yanming lowered his head and said softly, "Why, I'm afraid."

Rong Yu, who was caught in the middle of his mind, suddenly widened his eyes, "Who, who is afraid, we must pretend to be masters and servants outside, so we must be presentable."

"If there is no order in this bedroom and no one comes in, who will know?"

Seeing Rong Yu's faltering, Song Yanming felt amused, and immediately sat on the long couch,

"Since you insist on sleeping separately, then I'll sleep here and you can go to bed."

He took off his coat, glanced at Rongyu again, waved his hand, "Go."

Rong Yu swallowed her saliva, and walked slowly to the bed. Song Yanming's big bed was naturally not the same as his long couch, it was spacious and soft, and it was the treatment only for relatives and nobles.

He got on the bed except for his coat, and looked outside again, but seeing Song Yanming's tall body suffocated on a small couch, no matter how he looked at it, he got up immediately, annoyed road,

"Come here."

Song Yanming had already expected this final outcome, with a smile on his lips, Cong Shanru got off the couch, walked to the bed, Rong Yu stepped inside, and just as Song Yanming got into bed, he saw Rong Yu carrying him on his back, and the whole body quickly posted to the wall.

He smiled helplessly, "You boy, is it possible that I am a disciple in your heart?"

Rong Yu froze, and slowly turned around, he forced a smile, bit his lip,

"It's my first... first time sleeping on the same bed with someone, and I'm not used to it."

Song Yanming suddenly remembered that there was a weird bear-like doll on his bed, and said with a smile: "Didn't you always sleep with your 'Teddy Bear'?"

"That's a doll, not a person."

Song Yanming shook his head and smiled lightly, ignoring his struggle, and pulled him into his arms,

"Okay, just think of me as that 'Teddy Bear'."

Song Yanming's words made Rong Yu laugh in his heart, and rolled his eyes, "How dare I treat Master Hou as a doll."

"There are things in this world that you dare not do?" Song Yanming stroked his soft black hair, "Good boy, just sleep here, it's also the first time I've slept on the same bed with someone."

"Then are you used to it?"

Song Yanming smiled lightly, breathed on Rong Yu's face, he leaned close to Rong Yu's ear,

"What do you say?"