After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife always wanted to leave her father behind and keep her

Cheng Songan sat on a stool far away from the bed. The more serious Cui Yuanqing looked, the more uncomfortable she felt. She couldn't help but want to lose her temper, but she felt that it was a bit strange to lose her temper with him, so she could only ask unhappily, "Why are you still looking?"

Cui Yuanqing finally raised his eyes from the book and looked at her, then slowly said, "Why can't I read it?"

Cheng Songan: …

Seeing that she was rarely humiliated, Cui Yuanqing seemed to be in a good mood. He continued to turn two pages and said casually, "There is nothing to do, so reading is beneficial."

What a good saying: Reading is beneficial.

Cheng Songan didn't know what he would say if she spoke again, and she was too embarrassed to go to bed, so she lay on the table and played with the porcelain cup. She had drunk two glasses of wine in the afternoon because of nervousness, and now she felt a little relaxed and bored. She began to feel sleepy, and after a while, she began to doze off little by little.

Cui Yuanqing put the book in her hand back to its original place and looked quietly at the person at the table. She didn't wear purple, but she didn't look old at all. Instead, it made her look even fairer and more beautiful. The eight-treasure purple gold crown on her head also made her look heroic. At this moment, her face was flushed and she seemed sleepy, revealing her original charm and playfulness.

He was precocious and knew what he wanted to do and what kind of person he wanted to be in the future. Therefore, he would always suppress his emotions and desires and hide his inner ambitions with a gentle appearance, so he has always been pure and has few desires.

But ever since he married Cheng Songan, he seemed unable to be a gentleman. The more self-disciplined he was in the past, the more crazy he became due to the backlash of lust.

Cui Yuanqing controlled his heartbeat, walked over and gently touched Cheng Songan's face. He forgot that he was still running a fever. The warmth of his hand touched her delicate and slightly cool face, causing her to frown slightly.

His hand paused, but he was reluctant to pull it away. Only in her dreams did she not want to push him away. After she got used to it, she rubbed it against his palm.

Cui Yuanqing's voice changed a little as his Adam's apple rolled down. He said softly, "Go to bed."

The person lying on the table obediently stretched out his hand and asked him to hug him.

Cui Yuanqing's blood was boiling. He picked up Cheng Songan nervously like a young boy. The person in his arms leaned against his chest obediently and murmured, "Why did you come back so early today, my husband? Isn't the cabinet busy?"

Cabinet? Cui Yuanqing held her for a moment, then smiled again. He hadn't entered the cabinet yet, but she had dreamed for him in advance. They looked like a loving couple at the moment.

He put Cheng Songan on the bed, took off her shoes, covered her with a quilt, and then prepared to move the oil lamp closer to the bed, but before he could leave, the corner of his clothes was grabbed tightly.

Cheng Songan frowned slightly, her face full of grievance. She stubbornly grasped the corner of his clothes and whispered, "Why are you leaving again? You haven't been back for half a month."

Cui Yuanqing was stunned. Was she actually waiting for him to go to Yuqiao Villa every day?

His heart suddenly warmed up, and he simply stopped fetching the oil lamp, took off his shoes, lay down, held her in his arms, and comforted her, "Don't leave."

Cheng Songan then relaxed his brows, as if he was somewhat greedy for his tenderness. He loosened the corner of his robe, put his arms around his waist, put his face on his chest, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Cui Yuanqing couldn't believe it. Every drop of blood in his body was clamoring. He couldn't help but raise his head. He felt that his brain didn't belong to him. He knew that it would be a mean act if he kissed her at this moment, but he couldn't help but lift her up and lowered his head to pry open her still mumbling mouth.

"Well……"

Cheng Songan resisted a little at first, but soon adapted, took the initiative to reach out and put his arms around his neck, and obediently endured his passion.

Cui Yuanqing's scalp felt numb and his whole body was trembling. He tried hard to restrain himself from breaking through the defense line and called out her name again as if to confirm: "Yun Dai?"

Cheng Songan stopped, his hands slid down from his neck, rested on his chest, and said softly: "Yong Ge'er is tired from studying, ask Haitang to stew a bowl of milk for him."

Yong Ge'er?

Cui Yuanqing paused. She had already given the child a nickname? If this child was born to her, then they would be more like an old married couple.

His heart warmed up, and he stroked her long hair and whispered, "The wet nurse is here, you should sleep well."

Cheng Songan closed her eyes and burrowed into his arms again, her voice muffled, still a little aggrieved: "Why don't you come back? Why do you always ignore me?"

Cui Yuanqing's agitated mood calmed down a little. It turned out that she had that dream again. In the dream, he always ignored her and always made her wait. It turned out that she had been having this nightmare.

"I was wrong," Cui Yuanqing took apart the Eight Treasures Purple Gold Crown and placed it on the bedside, gently stroking her long hair with his hand, "I won't do it again, never again."

Cheng Songan seemed pleased. He held his hand slightly harder and asked, "In two days it will be the anniversary of the death of the late emperor. You are the prince's teacher. Do you want to go with him to Baoguo Temple to pray for blessings?"

In an instant, Cui Yuanqing's desire completely subsided and his whole body was cold. Cheng Songan's mumbling like a daily routine was very heartwarming, but it made people feel very weird.

She said he was the prince's teacher, meaning the prince was Ning Zhao? Since Ning Zhao became the prince, it means that Prince Xiang really became the emperor.

He never doubted the path he was taking, and he was confident that he could make Prince Xiang sit on the throne and Ning Zhao become the crown prince. All of this would be possible.

However, what Cheng Songan said seemed as if she was experiencing it right now. She was already living in the time when Ning Zhao was the crown prince.

In her dream, he had already entered the cabinet and came back earlier than usual; she even raised a child named Yong Ge'er, who was old enough to go to school; she also had to worry about the anniversary of the death of the late emperor, and he and the prince were going to Baoguo Temple to pray for blessings...

Could her dream be so detailed?

"Knock knock knock!" Three gentle knocks at the door interrupted Cui Yuanqing's thoughts.

……

Cheng Songan slept very soundly today. She had a dream about her past life.

In the second year of Chuping, King Xiang had been a saint for two years, Ning Zhao had been named the crown prince, and Cui Yuanqing had also entered the cabinet and became the first prime minister of the dynasty.

He was very busy and came back very late every day. Even when he came back, he would rest in the study. He hadn't been back to Yunxiang Pavilion for half a month.

After school, Yong Ge complained that the teacher had hit his palm again. Cheng Songan first comforted him, then checked his homework again and found that he was far behind. This child is smart but unwilling to work hard. He is spoiled too much.

So Cheng Songan taught him again in person. She was his nominal mother. Cui Yuanqing didn't care about the child and didn't let him go to the front yard, so he listened to her and reviewed the lessons again until dusk.

After teaching Yong Ge'er, the managers in the mansion came to her again, some with matters to report, some with complaints, some asking for favors... every one of them had to be dealt with. After Cheng Song'an finished all this, she hurriedly ate a bite of dinner and bent over the desk to look at the accounts. After a while, she was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. She was really too tired.

She was half asleep when she felt someone touching her face and saying, "Go to bed."

It was Cui Yuanqing who came back. He hadn't been back here for half a month. Cheng Songan had gotten used to it over the years. For some reason, she suddenly felt a little sad at this moment. She stretched out her arms, wanting him to hug her.

Cui Yuanqing really carried her to the bed, but turned around and was about to leave.

Cheng Songan grabbed the corner of his clothes, feeling even more aggrieved: Why are you leaving again just after coming back?

Cui Yuanqing was unusually gentle today. He got on the bed and held her in his arms. He had the familiar scent of soapberry, which made her unable to help but get closer.

She felt his body stiffen a little, and then he pulled her to his chest and kissed her. He rarely kissed her like this, and she almost forgot the last time he was intimate with her.

After only a slight discomfort, Cheng Songan quickly responded to him and listened to him calling her by her nickname, Yundai.

She didn't want to open her eyes. This was like a dream, so beautiful that it seemed to drown her. She murmured about family matters and he responded to her.

Such tenderness made Cheng Songan very sad. She couldn't help asking, "Why don't you come back? Why do you always ignore me?"

Cui Yuanqing said he was wrong and he would not do it again, never again.

Cheng Songan felt that all her grievances were gone. She hugged him tightly, wishing that time would stop at this moment.

However, a servant came today to report that the previous emperor's death would be in two days. As the prince's teacher, you may have to accompany him to Baoguo Temple to pray for blessings. We should prepare in advance the clothes and things you will need.

She had to ask.

Before I could get a response, I heard three knocks at the door.

"Knock Knock Knock!"

There was a knock on the door.

Cheng Songan suddenly opened his eyes, his thoughts drifted back from his dream, staring blankly at the account, as if trying to determine where and when he was.

Is it a dream? Is it true?