Chapter 333 There is a beautiful woman in the dream

Song Qingyue thought that she would have to spend this year alone in peace and quiet.

On the New Year's Day, the wind blew all night in the capital and snow fell all night. Song Qingyue listened to the wind outside the window and dreamed of Li Zhao.

She couldn't remember exactly what she dreamed about. She only remembered the last fragment of the dream, which was when she returned to the time and space of her previous life. She was walking quietly on the way to get off work alone. Li Zhao was wearing a suit, sunglasses, and had something in his mouth.

Smoking a thick cigar, he drove a convertible car past the pond next to her, splashing water all over her.

Song Qingyue yelled at him, and even raised a brick and chased the convertible sports car. She didn't know how she could run so fast. The sports car went through the streets and alleys, and finally drove directly into the gate of Prince Su's Mansion!

The sky was getting brighter, and Song Qingyue woke up from this funny dream. When she opened her eyes, she saw Li Zhao sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her intently.

In the dim light of the sky, those familiar pair of eyebrows, which always had an air of dignity and flying, were now full of infatuation and affection. Those eyes were staring at me, as if they had been looking at him for a long time.

The early morning rays of light shine in through the glass window and shine on his back. His whole body is handsome and handsome, as clear and gentle as the breeze and the bright moon.

Seeing her smiling and opening her eyes, Li Zhao leaned down and kissed her between the eyebrows. He put his arms on both sides and stared at her again as if he couldn't see enough. As he stared at her, he started to laugh too.

"Did Yue'er just dream about being a husband?" He asked in a low voice, leaning against her forehead.

The little beauty didn't answer, she just smiled mischievously, and then shrank back into the quilt. Thinking of the dream just now, she only revealed a pair of beautiful eyes, slyly curling into crescents, staring at him and snickering.

Li Zhao stretched out his hand to peel off the quilt that was covering her face, narrowed his eyes and asked threateningly: "No? Then what did you dream of just now to make you smile so happily?"

"No! I dreamed of it!"

Song Qingyue stretched out her hand from the warm quilt, hugged Li Zhao's neck, and kissed his ear from the side: "Yue'er just really dreamed of Brother Azhao."

Li Zhao picked her up with the quilt and put her on his lap. He didn't dare to use force for fear of crushing the child, so he hugged her gently, buried his face in the crook of her neck and deeply smelled the faint orange fragrance on her body.

"Miss me? Yue'er?"

Song Qingyue hugged him, put her face on his shoulder with great attachment, and hummed softly, with a nasal voice, lazy and delicate.

Li Zhao felt that his heart was about to melt. He hugged her and kissed her from her ears to her neck, then to her chin, and finally to those soft and sweet lips like petals.

"Yue'er, I miss you, I miss you so much. Yue'er..." He couldn't help stroking Song Qingyue's smooth and delicate face with his calloused palms, tracing her eyebrows and eyes in detail with obsession, and murmured to himself:

"My sweetheart, my good moon, how can you be so lovable, how can I like you so much?"

Song Qingyue laughed, her black grape-like eyes shining in the halo of the morning light, her eyes like autumn water, and her eyebrows like willow leaves. A poem suddenly appeared in Li Zhao's mind: "Smokey like spring air, bright like autumn water light"

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"Are you tired? Can you sleep for a while? It's still early." Li Zhao said.

Song Qingyue wanted to say that she wanted to get up early today, dress up, and attend the New Year's Eve palace banquet in the evening, no matter what.

However, Li Zhao had already taken off his coat three times, then got into the quilt, hugged Song Qingyue and lay down again: "I will sleep with you for a while, husband."

In this way, Song Qingyue lazily returned to the quilt, softly pressed against his warm body, and sighed repeatedly in comfort.

Li Zhao hugged her and caressed her swollen belly. The heart that was empty when she was outside was filled to the brim at this moment.

Song Qingyue's morning sickness had gotten better recently, but she was getting more and more sleepy, and she fell asleep quickly while lying in Li Zhao's arms.

Drowsily, she felt soft kisses falling on the corners of her eyes and cheeks, and heard Li Zhao whispering in her ears that she should always be like this, that even if her hair was white and her teeth were gone, she would still be held like this.

What a lifetime, never separate...

Li Zhao had been traveling in the wind and snow for several days, and now he quickly fell asleep holding the treasure close to his heart.

When she woke up, Song Qingyue had already gotten up and dressed up.

"When is it?"

Li Zhao asked, covering his dizzy head.

Song Qingyue said: "It's already past noon. I heard that you didn't have a good sleep for several days because you were on your way, so I didn't wake you up."

"Have you had lunch?"

"I've already used it, don't worry, my husband's little cub won't be hungry."

"I don't care about that little thing, I only care about you!"

Song Qingyue laughed. She took a cotton handkerchief, soaked it in warm water, and twisted it until it was half dry. She sat down by the bed and wiped Li Zhao's face with extremely gentle movements.

Just as he was about to retract his hand after wiping, the white and slender catkin was grabbed by Li Zhao's big hand, put it in front of his lips and kissed her again and again. He looked at her with his deep eyes, as if he wanted to look into her eyes: "How are you doing today?"

Does it have to be so gentle and good?”

"A little separation is better than a wedding."

"Newly married?" Li Zhao pulled her into his arms and rubbed the stubble on her chin against her delicate neck: "You didn't treat me like this when you were newlyweds."

Song Qingyue was tickled by the rubbing and pushed him hard.

"Stop making trouble, get up quickly, freshen up, eat something, and go to the palace." Song Qingyue finally pushed him away, stood up and went to get him clothes.

Li Zhao reluctantly got up from the bed. After riding a horse for several days, his body was very tired. He had only slept for three hours, and now he felt that every part of his body was aching.

It had been a long time since I had ridden a horse for such a long time, and the skin on my inner thighs had been worn away. When I stood up, I gasped in pain.

Song Qingyue's expression changed, she came over and asked eagerly: "What's wrong with you?"

Li Zhao smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay. I haven't ridden a horse for a long time. This time I have to march in a hurry for several days. I'm just not used to it."

"It really doesn't matter? If anything happens, call the doctor!"

"It's okay, it's just a little scratched skin."

Song Qingyue was afraid that his male chauvinism would cause trouble, so he still called the imperial doctor. Li Zhao had no choice but to take off his pants and show her the abrasions on his legs: "I told you, it's just a flesh wound. What a fuss."

, it is unlucky to ask a doctor on New Year’s Eve!”

"Shut up!" Song Qingyue glared at him: "There's so much bullshit!"

Tsk!

This woman!

But seeing her taking the medicinal oil from the imperial doctor's hand and planning to apply it to herself, Li Zhao laughed again and reached out to pinch her cheek: "Stop frowning, eh? My husband just wants to come back and be with Sister Yue'er.

Let’s celebrate the New Year together. If I don’t hold you to sleep at night, my brother will be heartbroken... Hiss! Be gentle! Sister Yue’er, have mercy on me!”

Song Qingyue stabbed his wound heavily with a small jade stick applied with medicinal oil, and rolled her eyes.

The imperial doctor is still here, and this man starts talking nonsense!

Really annoying!
Chapter completed!