Xu Qiudong bowed slightly, "Your Majesty."
Song Chiyou's eyes fell on Xu Qiudong. She seldom wore such brightly colored clothes. She was wearing a water-red skirt with cloud patterns and gold weaving. Her hair was casually tied into a bun with a hollow gold hairpin inserted diagonally above it.
"No need to be so polite."
Song Chiyou hurried forward to help Xu Qiudong up. When his warm palm touched the slightly cool fingers, Song Chiyou's heart seemed to skip a beat.
Although this was not their first contact, it was the first time that Song Chiyou took the initiative to get close to Xu Qiudong.
He was inevitably a little nervous.
Song Chiyou supported Xu Qiudong slightly stiffly. This natural change shocked everyone.
"Everyone, go down."
Xu Qiudong dismissed everyone.
Song Chiyou, who was standing by, also came back to his senses.
Song Chiyou raised his eyes and looked at her unexpectedly for a moment.
Her phoenix eyes were still cold, and the slight curve at the corner of her mouth expressed her emotions intentionally or unintentionally.
Is she in a good mood?
Song Chiyou clenched his fist and coughed lightly, then sat down on a stool beside him.
He glanced at the dishes and suddenly realized that they were all his favorites.
It can be seen that she cares about him.
Song Chiyou felt as if he had eaten honey, and his heart was filled with sweetness.
Xu Qiudong placed the chopsticks in front of Song Chiyou.
"Eat it."
Song Chiyou nodded.
Song Chiyou has never been greedy for food, and he put down his chopsticks when he was only half full.
When I looked up, I saw Xu Qiudong eating happily.
Perhaps noticing Song Chiyou's fiery gaze, Xu Qiudong looked up at him in the midst of his busy schedule.
What are you looking at?
Song Chiyou looked away in panic. After a moment, he suppressed the corners of his mouth and laughed secretly.
This little pervert is quite a eater.
After Xu Qiudong had eaten and drunk his fill, Guan Junmei brought him a plate of candied green plums, which were sour and sweet and delicious.
Song Chiyou had been staring at Xu Qiudong with his head tilted since some time ago. He supported his head with one hand, a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking like a wife-staring maniac.
Xu Qiudong might have become impatient with his stare, so he reached out, took a candied fruit and stuffed it into Song Chiyou's mouth.
While Song Chiyou was stunned, his tongue subconsciously rolled up the candied fruit in Xu Qiudong's hand.
Two seconds later, Song Chiyou's ears turned red with embarrassment. He avoided Xu Qiudong's gaze in panic and didn't dare to look at her expression.
Xu Qiudong looked at his shy appearance and chuckled.
"Is it tasty?"
"tasty."
"More?"
"No."
Song Chiyou stood up and wanted to leave. After a few steps, he found that Xu Qiudong behind him did not move. After hesitating for a long time, he could not help but turn around and ask, "Aren't you going to keep me?"
Xu Qiudong smiled and said slowly, "If I ask you to stay, will you not leave?"
Song Chiyou hesitated for a second and nodded seriously.
He seemed to have fallen for her.
Was it the rescue that day in the snow? Or was it the curiosity he developed about her afterwards, the gradual approach and unknowing attraction he felt towards her?
Song Chiyou had no way of knowing.
"Don't go, stay."
"good."
Hearing the voices coming from the hall, Jiang Shuke felt helpless and ashamed.
Where is their evil and clever emperor?
Who is the tyrant here?
Before Xu Qiudong entered the palace, word of the emperor's favor for the imperial concubine had already spread throughout the capital.
evening,
The eunuch received a look from Jiang Shuke and stepped forward slowly to ask, "Your Majesty, would you like to go to the Tingzhu Palace?"
Song Chiyou raised his head from the pile of memorials on the table and sighed in feigned helplessness: "Forget it, the imperial concubine has been tired all day, let her rest first."
Under the table, Song Chiyou was stroking Baozhu nervously.
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