Little Niang[Transmigration Book]

When the two were in the capital, they didn't have many opportunities to get along in private. Song Yanming was busy with official duties, and he had to be more polite when he was in the mansion on weekdays. Where is the wantonness of today, it takes two months for the ship to sail at sea to reach the country of Jiaozhi , During this period of time, all their time is each other's.

Thinking of the days when Rongyu watched over him until late at night in the small restaurant, Song Yanming felt pity and tenderness in his heart, and even wanted to spend some time with him.

Rong Yu's heart skipped a beat, seeing Song Yanming's head getting closer and closer, his scorching breath was already on his face.

With a sudden sound, Rong Yu pushed Song Yanming away, got out of bed, rummaged through a box on the side of the shelves, and finally found a small brocade box.

Immediately patted the chest,

"Oh my god, I almost forgot my most important baby!"

Song Yanming, who was pushed away for no reason, frowned, feeling a bit apprehensive:

"What taught you to worry so much?"

I didn't even forget such a time.

I saw Rong Yu holding the brocade box over happily, carrying the brocade box in front of Song Yanming as if presenting a treasure,

"Of course it matters—all my money is here!"

Song Yanming couldn't help but look at the brocade box twice, and saw an exquisite small lock on the top of the brocade box, shining brightly in the candlelight.Rong Yu took out a pendant from her neck, opened it, and there was a key inside, the key was only as long as a small fingernail, and it was extremely delicate.

He seemed to be afraid that Song Yanming would underestimate his lock, so he explained to Song Yanming:

"Don't look at the small size of this lock. It is made of fine iron from Southern Border. There is nothing stronger than it. Even if you chop it with Yulongwei's knife, it won't necessarily break."

After finishing speaking, he opened the small lock and opened the lid, and there was a thick stack of bank notes lying inside. Song Yanming was slightly surprised. Although he didn't count them in detail, he could take a rough look, and it was probably his life's salary. Can't even match it.

Seeing that Rong Yu's eyes were shining again, she took out the bank notes and counted them happily, and finally smiled,

"51, and 630%! Hehe! Two years in the capital is not bad."

Song Yanming couldn't help laughing and sighing when he saw how he looked like a small money fanatic.

"I didn't expect my Yu'er to make money like this."

Rong Yu glanced at her mouth, and said complacently: "If it wasn't for the distribution of some fellows who followed me, there would be more than that."

Rong Yu knew that after this farewell, it would be a farewell to the guys in the small restaurant. They were all chosen by Rong Yu to teach, and naturally they have deep feelings. Rong Yu hoped that they would live a better life.

Two days ago, he found an excuse to send a large amount of money to several guys in the small restaurant, and only told them that this is a dividend, and there will be more in the coming year, and those guys happily took it.

The business model of their small restaurant is free, and it only opens for ten days a month, and the rest of the days Rongyu spends developing new dishes or simply going to other places to find new ingredients. The guys think that Rongyu is going to other places again, But I don't want this to be a farewell.

I don't know what it will be like when the news of his death reaches the capital.

Song Yanming had already arranged all of this for him. He only knew that Rong Yu would die on the way to find food, and there would be no such person as Rong Yu in the world.

Rong Yu felt a little melancholy in her heart, touched those bank notes, all kinds of things from yesterday could not help but flash before her eyes.

Song Yanming couldn't see his loneliness, he just held his hand in his hand:

"Yu'er, I have wronged you."

Rong Yu shook her head, not wanting to let Song Yanming know the melancholy in her heart, so she just smiled and said:

"There's nothing wrong with it. It's just a storefront. With my master's ability, there will be more opportunities in the future."

He patted Song Yanming's face,

"I will return to the capital later, you will be your official, and I will open my shop. In time, hehe, I can earn two or three times as much as him, and then repair our Pingyang Hou Mansion. Even the Gong barrels are inlaid. Phnom Penh!"

The corner of Song Yanming's mouth curved,

"What's the matter, do you still dislike the dilapidated Hou Mansion?"

"Don't dare to dislike it, but look, which marquis' mansion in the capital is not as magnificent as ours? Those who don't know it think that our Marquis Song is a small official in the capital. I don't want my Marquis to be looked down upon .”

"What silly words?" Song Yanming laughed in his heart, feeling that the burden on his body was lighter in front of him, "money is not spent like this."

"Forget it, let's talk!"

Rong Yu is still unreliable after thinking about it. He, the Marquis, has always been a clean and honest official, and he doesn't care about superficial skills. It's hard to tell, after all, he slightly changed the direction of the novel, and I don't know how many turmoil will arise in the future, so naturally we have to proceed with caution.

Alas, Rong Yu sighed inwardly, Song Yanming has always been a materialistic person, and the vain money is like a brick in front of him, thinking that making money can't be spent on the ones he loves, and he can't renovate their home with great fanfare. Yu felt really uncomfortable in her heart, but silver is silver, even if you put it there and look at it, it will make you feel happy.

He happily put it back again, locked it carefully, put the brocade box under the back cushion at the head of the bed, and patted it lightly.

"Now I can sleep in peace."

Song Yanming is an important member of the imperial court, so naturally no outsiders came to this room, but Rong Yu was cautious, thinking that he must find a place to hide these bank notes tomorrow, just as he was thinking, his body was dragged by someone again, and he fell into a trap. In a warm embrace, Song Yanming stared at him with hot and gentle eyes from top to bottom,

"The money has been counted, can we continue now?"

"what……"

Rong Yu asked knowingly, but Song Yanming didn't answer him, but raised his eyebrows, with a gentle smile on his lips, as if waiting for him to act on his own.

Rong Yu immediately remembered the panic just now, and his heart began to beat rapidly again. He has always been thick-skinned, but at times like this, he only blushed and his ears were hot. He swallowed, grabbed Song Yanming's shoulders, propped his head up and quickly There was a stamp on his lips,

"Enough, sleep."

Song Yanming smiled warmly, bowed his head down, and blocked his lips instantly.

This kid, do you think you can get rid of him like this?

Song Yanming bit his lips, and the tip of his tongue quickly pushed away his fragile defenses, encroaching on the opponent's territory without any hesitation.

Rong Yu was originally beautiful, but in Song Yanming's kiss, his face was even more flushed, his color was unparalleled, and it was almost impossible to move his eyes away, Song Yanming's heart moved, even though he was dignified, his beauty was the best Song Yanming couldn't bear it if his beloved hugged his neck so obediently and responded to him. He was attacking the city, and he just wanted to taste the soft and sweet dough in his mouth.

The lights in the house began to dim.

"Song Yanming... Woo... Song Yanming..."

The kiss seemed to be getting out of control, Rong Yu's voice could not help crying, he pushed Song Yanming's shoulder, this kind of Song Yanming made him a little strange and scared.

He is not hypocritical, he is really a little scared.

Although he likes Song Yanming's kiss, but Song Yanming's posture cannot be stopped by just kissing.

Song Yanming's breathing became more and more heavy, he bit Rong Yu's bright red lips lightly, lingering and panting, still retaining the last trace of clarity,

"Yu'er... tonight... okay..."

Rong Yu couldn't hear his subtext, and immediately refused with sobs:

"Not good...not good at all...damn...you said it won't be so early..."

The intensity of the kiss became stronger and stronger.

With Rong Yu, it is not the first time that Song Yanming has faced his desire for him, but tonight is very special, he is in a different place with him, in this private cabin, he is no longer bound by his identity Pingyanghou is not that Lord Song whom everyone in the capital respects, he is just a reckless lover, just an ordinary man who wants to love.

He was hot all over, his voice was dry and hoarse, he only comforted him, and the kiss moved to his fair neck, the soft and fragrant skin that was smoother than silk made Song Yanming dazzled, he couldn't help murmuring,

"Yu'er...my dear Yu'er..."

Rong Yu gritted her teeth, pushed him away forcefully, turned her head to one side, her eye circles were red,

"Song Yanming!"

Song Yanming knew that he was going to be annoyed, and with the last bit of rationality, he rolled over from him, closed his eyes, panted aside, and slowly calmed down the rushing heat in his heart.

Rong Yu was gasping for breath, her face was flushed and her ears were red, she was clutching the quilt and sitting in a corner, the two of them were silent to each other.

In the end, Song Yanming calmed down, his Adam's apple twitched, and he shook Rong Yu's hand that was left outside, and said softly,

"Sorry, I was reckless."

Rong Yu's brows and eyes were annoyed,

"I thought you were different from others. You clearly promised me something, but you forgot it in a blink of an eye."

Song Yanming sighed, and said with a wry smile: "Fool, I am also a normal man, how can I stay calm with the one I love."

Rong Yu's ears were so red that it couldn't be any redder. After a while, he said in a low voice,

"Song Yanming, I, I am willing, but...you have to let me get used to it..."

There was spring water in his eyes, like shame or resentment,

"Anyway, I was a man in my previous life..."

Song Yanming's throat felt hot, he couldn't help pulling him into his arms, and apologized softly:

"I know I was wrong, I won't do it next time."

After Rong Yu calmed down, Song Yanming got out of bed and walked over to the couch.

"What are you doing?"

Song Yanming smiled wryly: "Do you think I can still lie down with you?"

"……Oh."

Rong Yu quickly grabbed the quilt and lay down.

That night, no one could sleep well. When the moon was in the middle of the night, Rong Yu couldn't help but feel soft when he heard Song Yanming's occasional turning over.

"Go to sleep, it's too late, I'll ask someone to set up another bed tomorrow."

Song Yanming's voice came faintly, with gentleness.

It turned out that he always knew that he was not asleep, Rong Yu bit her lip, and immediately pulled up the quilt, blocked her ears, and stopped paying attention to him.

The night became darker and darker, and the bedroom gradually became quiet.