Chapter 17 Song Huaixi, Sleeping in Silence
At night, Song Huaixi got his wish and pulled Zhao Fangye to sleep.
There was a floor heating in the room, so Song Huaixi didn't feel cold even though she was wearing only pajamas.
Zhao Fangye finished washing up and walked over wearing a dark-colored singlet.
Song Huaixi lay on the bed, her white ankles swaying behind her, showing her master's happiness. Her long black hair was scattered on her chest. It makes his pretty face look even whiter.
"Come quickly! Zhao Fangye!" Song Huaixi patted the bed beside him and said to him: "My bed is warmer than yours."
Hearing him say this, Zhao Fangye, who was standing by the bed and adjusting his sleeves, curled his lips. It was clearly my own residence, but after this man moved in, it became his residence and his bed?
Zhao Fangye walked to the bed and sat down. Song Huaixi pinched his sleeves in confusion: "Zhao Fangye, do you only have black clothes?"
Apart from the wedding dress he wore on his wedding day, he had never seen Zhao Fangye wear clothes of other colors. He always wears a dark robe.
Looking at his long eyebrows, phoenix eyes, high nose bridge, and plump lips.
It's clearly a face that looks like a god. It would look good in other colors too.
Hearing his question, Zhao Fangye did not answer and just lay down on the bed.
"Zhao Fangye, are you unhappy?"
She leaned over and wrapped his hair around her fingertips. Song Huaixi's face was almost touching his, and their breaths intertwined.
The only sound in the quiet room was the beating heart.
The pale eyes looked at him calmly: "Song Huaixi, sleep without talking."
"Oh." Song Huaixi immediately turned over and lay down.
The sweet aroma lingering on the tip of my nose suddenly dissipated. Zhao Fangye closed his eyes and suppressed his confused mind.
My mind was full of mixed thoughts and I began to wonder if it was inappropriate to sleep with him.
There was a candle left on the bedside because Song Huaixi was afraid of the dark.
The candlelight shines through the curtains, allowing you to clearly see the blurry figures around you.
Zhao Fangye tilted his head to look at him. Song Huaixi was sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed. The rosy lips were slightly open, and the pink tip of the tongue could be vaguely seen.
She has an adorable appearance, but she is stupid and knows nothing.
Zhao Fangye turned his head and closed his eyes, but he was not as peaceful as Song Huaixi who could fall asleep without any worries.
Song Huaixi has always been a restless sleeper.
He started twisting and turning less than half an hour after falling asleep. He pulled the quilt aside, revealing his ruffled pajamas and shoulders. Just exposed to the cold wind.
I opened my eyes as he moved and glanced at the round shoulders exposed. Zhao Fangye pulled up the quilt and threw it on his head.
Cover the person tightly.
After a while, Song Huaixi felt that he couldn't breathe. He waved his hands, kicked the quilt away, turned his head and fell into a sound sleep.
Seeing him so restless, Zhao Fangye frowned. I'm already sick and if I don't sleep well, I'm going to catch a cold.
I will cry when I take the medicine.
He stood up, approached him, and covered his threatening hands with the quilt.
Unexpectedly, this time, Song Huaixi turned over and squeezed into the arms of Zhao Fangye who was tidying up the quilt. Wrap your hands around his waist.
Not only did she put one leg on him, she also rubbed it all over him.
Zhao Fangye paused for a moment and reached out to pull his hand that was stuck to his body. But it woke the person up.
"Zhao Fangye..."
Song Huaixi was half asleep and saw that it was his face.
He chuckled and mumbled something in his mouth. She rubbed against his arms again until their skins were tightly pressed against each other.
The sweet fragrance becomes more intense as the body temperature evaporates, and the person in my arms is like a piece of warm and soft jade.
Zhao Fangye's back was stiff for a moment, but if he moved again, Song Huaixi would surely wake up again. She reached out and covered his back with the quilt, tucked it in tightly and lay down on the bed with him in her arms.
Song Huaixi's little face was resting in his arms, her hands were around his thin waist, and her legs were stuck between his legs. She clung to Zhao Fangye like an octopus.
This is not a safe position for a man.
Zhao Fangye's eyes deepened and his breathing became disordered.
But Song Huaixi was restless even when he fell asleep. The feet moved back and forth, twisting Zhao Fangye's heart so much that a fire of rage ignited.
Burn this body completely.
Zhao Fangye looked at the exposed snow-white neck of Song Huaixi with his dim eyes, and his throat felt a little dry.
Bending her head closer to his neck, the warm scent became even stronger. It's to the point of being intoxicating.
His Adam's apple rolled and he tilted his head to force himself away from that white flesh.
Zhao Fangye reached out with a cold face and pressed the acupoints on his chest, and the man who had been restless just now suddenly calmed down.
She lay quietly in Zhao Fangye's arms and fell asleep soundly.
Letting him go and covering himself with the quilt, Zhao Fangye stood up and walked to the table and drank several cups of cold leftover tea before he calmed down the heat in his body.
The next day, when Song Huaixi woke up, it was already noon.
Zhao Fangye had already gotten up and gone to the study.
Nanny Zhang came in and looked at his still unconscious face: "Princess, how did you sleep last night?"
“Very good!”
Song Huaixi felt like he was hugging a big heater last night, and his hands and feet, which had been cold all year round, were no longer cold.
I slept very soundly.
Seeing that he looked normal, Nanny Zhang already knew what was going on. Then he dressed him and said no more.
After dinner, Song Huaixi couldn't wait to run to Zhao Fangye's study to find him.
There was no one guarding the study, so Song Huaixi pushed the door and went in as a matter of course.
As soon as I opened the door, a fierce, low roar was heard.
"Who! Damn slave! Get out!"
The middle-aged man in a black cloak suddenly turned around and looked at Song Huaixi.
The look in his eyes was vicious and murderous. Song Huaixi was so frightened by him that his legs went weak immediately and he stood there holding onto the door frame.
Zhao Fangye looked over and saw that he was pale and looked terrified.
He stood up and walked quickly towards him.
He held Song Huaixi in his arms and comforted her softly: "Why are you here?"
"I..." Song Huaixi hadn't recovered yet and stuttered, "Come... write..."
Zhao Fangye did not blame him for breaking into the study without permission. He took him to the desk nearby and took out the words he wrote to him last time and put them away.
"Write it here."
"Um."
Song Huaixi nodded, and his eyes accidentally met the prime minister standing in the room.
I was immediately frightened.
The prime minister looked him up and down and said contemptuously: "Is this the idiot from the Song family?"
Zhao Fangye did not answer him, but asked calmly: "What's the matter?"
"How dare you ask?" The prime minister said angrily, "You just returned to the capital. How many eyes are watching you? How dare you not attend the court and be confined to your house?"
"So what?"
Looking at Song Huaixi, who was holding a brush and writing the three words "Zhao Fangye" crookedly beside him, he looked nonchalant.
The prime minister looked at the way Zhao Fangye looked at Song Huaixi, and keenly noticed something strange.
He suddenly walked forward, leaned on the table and pointed at Song Huaixi: "What are you going to do with him?"
"Disposal?" Zhao Fangye's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression became cold and hard: "How do you want me to deal with you?"
After saying that, Zhao Fangye interrupted Song Huaixi who was writing and said, "Go find Adjutant Sun and ask him to bring a pot of Baihao Yinzhen. Go ahead."
Song Huaixi didn't understand, but he relied on his keen intuition. He knew something was going to happen.
So he nodded, put down his pen and ran out.
The prime minister looked at his back, his eyes full of ruthlessness: "You have to know that if you want to ascend to the throne, you can't do it without help. It's better to get rid of this person as soon as possible."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Fangye raised his hand and threw the teacup beside him to the ground.
Looking at the prime minister, he said word by word: "Really? Just like how you treated my mother? Kill her husband and present her to the emperor."
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