Tyrant Pampering Wife Diary

This was the first meal Song Song and Li Xiao had together.

He had heard before that Li Xiao was crazy, even if he smiled when looking at people, it would always make people afraid, because no one knew whether he would kill someone with a sword in the next second, even if His Majesty today faced this son Sometimes he will always order the guards to guard him closely, after all, he is a mentally ill person in the eyes of everyone.

At this time, no one knew that Song Song's name was the key to controlling his emotions. Even Song Song was not sure whether his name could continue to have that magical power in this life.

This is all about taking one step at a time.

The people who serve the Mad King are always trembling, and the Mad King's casual little actions can make them feel like a frightened bird, but today, all the waiters at the table were driven away by him.

Song Song's chopsticks fell on the table, and Li Xiao immediately picked them up. He sat very close to Song Song. To those scholars, only concubines or male pets would be so unruly and so close to their masters .

Song Song was also a little uneasy because of this.Now that His Majesty is still alive, even the crown prince dare not say that he will be able to become emperor in the future, that is, a lunatic like Li Xiao dares to speak lies, but when these words reach Song Song's ears, they can represent Li Xiao valued him and was close to him. On the one hand, he might be testing something.

Song Song picked up the chopsticks again, and quickly analyzed the pros and cons of it. Because he was worried about angering him, he said very lightly: "Your Highness, be careful."

Li Xiao was not angry, he said: "What Song'er said is very true, I will definitely pay attention to it in the future."

Song Song picked up the serving chopsticks to pick up food for Li Xiao, and he could feel that he was in a good mood. While eating, Li Xiao suddenly said: "Song'er knows my taste very well."

This is natural. He was with the little prince back then, and watched Li Xiao eat many times. Although the emperor would not eat more in order to prevent someone from poisoning him, there is nothing he can do as a ghost. The mind is better, and I will remember it inadvertently.

But he couldn't tell Li Xiao about these things, so he smiled and said, "What a coincidence, these are exactly what grass people like."

In fact, Li Xiao's taste is a bit heavy, while Song Song's taste is more light because of his poor stomach, but he came from suffering. In fact, it doesn't matter whether he eats what he likes.

Li Xiao looked at him with some scrutiny, wondering if he could see that he had lied, but he didn't point it out, and his tone was very gentle: "Song'er wants to eat in the future, so I ordered the kitchen to make it fatter, my lord It's comfortable to hold."

Sure enough, I despise him.

Song Song nodded, his stomach couldn't eat much for a while due to long-term hunger, but he still waited until Li Xiao finished eating before putting down his chopsticks.

Now it's October, and the weather is getting colder, but the inner room of the main house of the palace is very warm, obviously burning with earth dragons.Song Song walked in with him, smelled a light incense on the tip of his nose, and couldn't help moving his eyes to the exquisite small incense burner. Seeing this, Li Xiao said: "This incense has the effect of calming the nerves. Song'er should have heard someone mention it. Wang's condition."

"I heard some."

Li Xiao's eyes darkened, and he said, "This king often wakes up in the middle of the night and stabs people with his sword. Have you heard of this?"

Song Song nodded again, his face was thin, only a pair of eyes were big and bright, clear and clear, he could see that he had some negative emotions, he took two steps forward, while undressing the man with open arms, he was gentle Said: "Gossip, Your Highness don't have to take it to heart."

Li Xiao's Adam's apple rolled, looked down at him, and said hoarsely, "Are you afraid?"

"Not afraid." Song Song raised his eyes, smiled, and said, "Caomin is not afraid of anything."

The little emotion in Li Xiao's eyes gradually faded away, he put his hand around Song Song's waist, and kissed his lips against his forehead, Song Song responded jerky, thinking that tonight must be a sleepless night, but unexpectedly, Li Xiao didn't continue.

He was lying on the wide bed, hugged by the man like a pillow, the other man closed his eyes, and still whispered disgust: "Too thin, I'm panicking."

Song Song thought, why didn't you feel panicked in your previous life?

He couldn't wait to have a child, but Li Xiao didn't seem to have that meaning at all—it's not right to say that, he should be thinking about it, but he seemed to be worried about something.

Song Song couldn't figure it out, and fell asleep in a daze.He didn't sleep very peacefully, and had constant nightmares throughout the night. For a while, he dreamed that he fell to the ground covered in blood, for a while, he dreamed of Song Ge stabbing himself with a dagger, for a while, he dreamed of the crying child in the fire... Suddenly When he opened his eyes, he was being hugged by Li Xiao, cold sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks to his neck, a moment of panic flashed across his surprisingly big eyes, and then quickly turned to calm.

Li Xiao brushed his forehead with his fingers, and said, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Song Song's eyelashes flickered, and he made a joke: "Did you scare His Highness?"

"You guessed it."

Song Song: "..."

Li Xiao was unexpectedly sincere, he stretched out his hand to hold him in his arms, rubbing his chin against Song Song's long hair, and said: "This king is very timid, if you don't want to be punished by His Majesty for frightening this king one day." Wen Zhan, just have more sweet dreams."

Song Song heard that he was teasing himself, and his heart softened slightly, and said: "Caomin is not good at dreaming sweet dreams."

Li Xiao thought for a while, and said: "When this king ascends the throne, I will make you queen, which is considered beautiful..."

Song Song covered his mouth in fright again, my God, what is going on with this prince, he doesn't want his head, but he still wants it.

The corner of Li Xiao's mouth curled up, and he held down his fingers, and kissed the palm of his hand.

Song Song decided not to talk nonsense with him anymore, arched his head into his arms, and fell asleep again after a while.

This is probably the most comfortable night he slept in in his two lifetimes. He doesn't have to worry about mice getting under him, and he doesn't have to sleep all night because of frostbite on his body, and he doesn't have to worry about someone suddenly kicking open the door of the firewood room. Use him as a blow bucket.

Everything was beautiful and unbelievable. When Song Song woke up, there was no one around him. As soon as he opened the bed curtain and raised his hand to block the glare of the light, he realized that it was already high in the sun.

He got off the bed immediately, and two maids guarded him inside and outside, and bowed to him: "My lord is awake, do you want to wash up first?"

He agreed, and soon someone brought hot water. After Song Song washed his face, someone handed over a soft towel. After washing, the kitchen quickly delivered food: "My lord ordered ginseng chicken soup to be boiled. Eat it hot, good for your body."

He picked up the chicken soup as if in a dream, thinking that Li Xiao really planned to feed him first before eating...is he so picky?

Outside the door, Butler Qi poked his head and looked into the room, and then looked again, with an expression of uncertainty.A young boy beside him glanced at him, then looked at him again, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and said: "He is indeed the son of Song Guogong's family. It has been spread all over the capital this morning, saying that our prince came to the door forcefully. To snatch people back."

"My lord is going crazy." Qi Butler murmured, "This is a poor man."

The young boy said: "The lord personally brought him back. I heard that the maids in the mansion are all envious."

"What do you know?" Qi Butler took one last look at Song Song with the eyes of a dead person, then turned around and said, "Wait, the next time the prince falls ill, it will be the day he dies."