Qing Meng slowly sat up like a sleeping beauty, with disheveled hair and sleepy eyes. However, her body was not as painful as before, so she tentatively got out of bed and walked out of the palace at dawn.
He looked outside and saw the refreshing wind blowing up his unlined clothes, making his body itch. This also made his heart gradually calm.
"Ha~" Zhao Hongyan pouted in a daze, yawned again, smacked his lips lazily a few times, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful young man wearing single clothes with long hair standing in front of him and looking into the distance.
Here, the looming skin seems to be shiny and flowing, like an angel descending to earth.
He stood up and rubbed his eyes. When he saw the person clearly, he hurriedly landed on his knees with a thump: "Oh my god, why did you get up so early today?"
Qingmeng was startled for a moment, and after a while he came to his senses and cursed with a smile: "You scared me, how can you kneel down to me? Please get up quickly... My illness is almost healed, and I want to go out for a walk.
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Zhao Hongyan stood up blankly: "Your Excellency, you should change your clothes first. There is something wrong with wearing such thin clothes. Then I will go with you!"
After that, he happily rushed into the house, gently put the bearskin coat on Qing Meng, and smelled a faint fragrance.
The two walked out of the palace chatting and laughing. Both the servants and the maids were respectful to Qing Meng along the way, but Zhao Hongyan thought that this was a salute to him, and it was difficult to suppress the proud expression on his face.
"By the way..." Qingmeng hesitated: "Didn't she come last night?"
Unexpectedly, Zhao Hongyan asked with a smile: "She? Who does she refer to? If you don't make it clear, how can I..."
"You know!" Qing Meng interrupted him and glared at him with a hint of hope in his anger.
Zhao Hongyan understood what Qingmeng meant and continued to lie: "How can I know your thoughts? If you don't tell me, you can't do it even if you kill me."
Qingmeng's cheeks turned red, her lips trembled slightly, and she replied sheepishly: "That's it...she..."
"Who is it?" Zhao Hongyan's fat face leaned towards her. The distance between their cheeks was less than a fingernail. Qingmeng turned her face away in embarrassment: "Yes...it's Miss Yao..."
Zhao Hongyan laughed loudly: "My lord actually misses her so much. Is this the so-called 'love at first sight'?" But he was soon so frightened that he covered his mouth because Qingmeng was staring at him.
Qingmeng defended and said: "It's nothing, I just want to drink some chicken soup. Please take me to his residence."
The two of them walked out of the compound, carrying
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The early morning sun went straight to Yao Qiu's residence. Qingmeng thought repeatedly about what to say along the way. He knew himself too well, and he was not going for some chicken soup at all.
"Here we are!" Zhao Hongyan pointed to a hotel and said: "My sister has been living here since she came back from the grassland. I have paid for it. She usually makes meals for the adults and lives a good life. She is alone, which is really pitiful.
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Qingmeng looked up at the hotel and took a breath: "In that case, please take me to disturb you."
"What are you going to do, sir?"
"I'm going to pay a visit and ask for a pot of chicken soup."
"Sir, you want to find a wife!"
"Shut up!"
"If you want to marry a girl as your wife, Hongyan will definitely help you!"
"Get out!"
"Okay!"
Qingmeng looked at Zhao Hongyan with a complicated expression. At this time, he regretted bringing him back to the grassland, but after thinking about it, it would be good to be outspoken. At least he could treat him honestly, and looking at his honest expression, he felt relieved.
After entering the hotel, he said hello to the boss and then walked up to the attic. Unexpectedly, Qingmeng arrived at the door but did not dare to knock on the door. His body seemed to be restricted by an invisible hand.
"Sir, what are you thinking about?" Zhao Hongyan looked at the wooden door and asked doubtfully.
Seeing that Qing Meng still didn't answer, he put down the sword in his hand, rolled up his sleeves and knocked on the door: "Open the door, sister, I am Zhao Hongyan!"
Qingmeng was petrified. He didn't expect Zhao Hongyan to knock on the door so recklessly, but if he thought about it carefully, it was reasonable. However, this move left him a little at a loss.
The wooden door opened gently, and Yao Qiuzheng appeared in front of the door holding a hairpin, but the first thing she saw was not Zhao Hongyan, but Qing Meng.
"Is it you?" Yao Qiu was obviously a little confused about this sudden visit. He quickly looked around and found Zhao Hongyan standing aside, so he puffed up his mouth and glared at him.
Qing Meng adjusted her mentality and said with a smile like a spring breeze: "Miss Yao Qiu, I'm sorry for bothering you by visiting you rashly today."
Yao Qiu looked at him with eyes like black gems, her pink lips were slightly closed, and her breathing became extremely slow. After a while, she said: "Where is it? My daughter is very happy to see Mr. Zheng coming to visit. If you don't mind, please come into the house and talk more."
"After saying this, he bent down to salute and invited the two of them into the attic.
"There is no good tea here, please forgive me..." Yao Qiu was busy serving tea and water to welcome the two guests.
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Although he acted stupidly, he still felt that it was inappropriate to sit here, so he quickly shied away from various things and left. As soon as he left, the atmosphere in the room became even more tense.
The two of them were a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say. Qing Meng's heart was pounding and sweat began to form on his forehead. He was so nervous that he couldn't say a word.
"Sir..." Yao Qiu spoke first: "Jiang'er...how is he doing now?"
"Jiang'er?" Qingmeng was a little surprised. She didn't expect that she would miss her son so much, so she could only reply: "Very good, everything is fine with him, but this child is suffering too much."
Yao Qiu looked at Qing Meng's face, and a layer of doubt arose in his heart: "What do you want to say, sir?"
"Since I was born, I have always felt guilty about not having a mother and not having a complete family." Qing Meng lowered her head and said.
She instantly understood the meaning of these words, although it was a bit direct.
"Sir, don't worry. With your status, there is no one you can't reach. Whether it's a rich man or a royal lady, as long as you like it, you will get it. But why do you come to me to tell me these things?"
Qingmeng was at a loss for words. He didn't know how to tell her that he wanted to marry her as his wife. The five years of getting along with her on the grassland made him believe that Yao Qiu was Zhang Junsheng's ideal mother. However, the two were familiar yet unfamiliar, and they were in an awkward acquaintance.
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"Ah...yes...that's it. I'm going to lead the army on an expedition. I hope that the young lady can go with the army. The chicken soup made by the young lady will make Qingmeng unforgettable for the rest of his life..." Qingmeng couldn't help but scratch his head and stuttered nervously.
Yao Qiu thought for a while and then readily agreed. It was not for anything else. He had never experienced going on an expedition with the army. Moreover, he was going with the man in front of him - Qing Meng.
Qingmeng stood up, packed her bags, bowed and thanked her: "I'm extremely sorry for wasting my time, young lady, so I won't bother you here anymore..." After that, she reluctantly left.
That night, the chicken soup was not brought, and Qing Meng always felt a little disappointed. Coupled with Yu Jitao's words, she felt even more confused.
"Am I thinking about chicken soup, or am I thinking about her?" Qingmeng thought to herself, and couldn't get an answer, so she didn't want to think too much, covered herself with a quilt, and forced herself to sleep.
"What if..." Qingmeng couldn't help but think again: "If Jiang'er likes her..."
What a peaceful night! The darkness is dotted with stars, and a crescent moon lingers in the sky. The cold winter is far from completely gone, with some crystal icicles remaining.
There is only a light breeze that brings a little gentleness to the earth. This is the gentle breeze that belongs to the world.