Tyrant Pampering Wife Diary

Li Xiao ignored the tense crowd standing on one side, Song Song was asked by him, but turned to ask the shopkeeper: "Is there anyone sitting in the Fuzi hall?"

The Fuzi hall is the best hall in Fuxiangju. Not only can you see the river view, but there is also a small ladder in the small hall that can directly go up to the octagonal attic on the top. You can climb up and look at the river boats at any time. There is absolutely no treatment in other halls, and it has always been only used to entertain distinguished guests.

He didn't directly say that he wanted to sit down, but asked first, because he was worried that Li Xiao would offend someone because of him.

The shopkeeper said with a smile: "No, no, it's empty, you two please."

He brought people up himself.

The people downstairs waited until Li Xiao's figure disappeared before returning to their seats one after another. Some timid and cautious people left one after another, leaving some 'bold' people talking in low voices.

"The one just now is the concubine of the Duke of Song's family, right?"

"Looking so thin, could it be that she was treated coldly at home?"

"Don't mention the past, but now he is a celebrity, and he has climbed up to the Mad King."

Suddenly someone laughed, with a bit of malicious intentions: "So what if you climb up, it's not that you don't know that the Mad King will get sick every few days, and when he gets sick, the whole mansion can only stay in the In the house... this Mr. Song is someone close to him, he can't even run away, and I don't know if he will see the sun tomorrow."

"I bet." Someone said, "Here, he won't live for more than a month."

Someone chuckled: "It's almost three days."

"This Song Guogong is really, he doesn't take the life of the concubine as his own. If he says he will give it away, he will give it away."

"Who let the mother of the concubine be alive, and the mother of the concubine is dead? If there is no one to support it, it can only be used for trading."

"I heard that when the Fu family married, they could have been married...how come..."

"We can't tell clearly about the past, eat and eat."

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Song Song didn't know what he was talking about downstairs. He was adding food to Li Xiao, and suddenly he sat down with his arm held down. Song Song asked, "Not to your liking?"

"You are not allowed to serve this king with the attitude of serving your master."

Song Song withdrew his hand subconsciously, not quite understanding what he meant.He knew his own status, but he was just a male favorite, and it was only natural to serve Li Xiao during meals. He didn't know why, but his chin was suddenly picked up by Li Xiao. The man stared into his eyes and said, "Usually How husband and wife get along, how you and I get along."

Song Song was still in a daze, but Li Xiao had already let go of his jaw and said, "Let's eat."

Song Song held it silently, surrounded by princes and nobles, how could he know how ordinary couples get along with each other, but Li Xiao said so, and he couldn't refute it, so he ate his own quietly.

He quickly found out that something was wrong, the food was served one by one, one dish, two dishes... ten courses, twenty courses... Seeing that the tables were all filled, the chef in the kitchen walked in himself: "Young master has seen the prince."

"Ok?"

Song Song raised his eyes to look at the cook, saw him hanging his head, and said respectfully: "There is no room for the table, if you continue to serve other dishes, I am afraid that if you can't eat them, it will affect the taste. The shopkeeper asked the little one to serve you Tell me, do you want to continue?"

Li Xiao turned his head and asked Song Song, "Do you want someone to add another table?"

Song Song withdrew his eyes from the chef and said, "Your Highness wants to have a banquet?"

Li Xiao smiled: "Today's table is just for you."

Song Song blinked and said, "I'm afraid you and I won't be able to eat that much, so... there's no need to continue."

"Alright, let's try again some other day." After Li Xiao finished speaking, he ordered: "There is no need to go up for the rest, just go down."

Before the chef left, he glanced at Song Song. Song Song also watched him go out before turning his gaze away. He looked at the table full of dishes and said, "What are you doing, Your Highness?"

"Didn't you mean to bring Song'er to try new dishes?" Li Xiao said, "Of course we have to try the new dishes from previous years as well."

Song Song stared at him blankly, not knowing what to say for a while, until Li Xiao turned around, bent his lips to look at him, and then raised it again, saying: "Thank you for your kindness, Caomin..."

"You don't need to call yourself a grassroots person in front of this king."

Song Song agreed with a little restraint, and secretly looked at Li Xiao while sipping rice.

What the hell is the mad king thinking...

The dishes on this table were really not finished, and Song Song was very frugal because of his hunger. Seeing such a waste, it was inevitable that he would feel a little bit reluctant. Seeing this, Li Xiao said: "I will order someone to pack it later, and take it back to share with the servants." .”

This is undoubtedly a gift for the servants. Taking Song Song himself as an example, if Song Guogong was willing to give him the leftovers brought back from outside these years, he would not have such a miserable life.

He smiled and said, "Your Highness is merciful."

Li Xiao's eyes fixed on him again, Song Song didn't know where he said something wrong again, so he had to change the subject, pointed at him, and said, "Your Highness, do you want to go up and have a look?"

Li Xiao looked away and said, "Listen to Song'er."

The two went up to the attic along the small stairs. This is a small octagonal pavilion. Because of the winter, it was surrounded by thick windshield curtains. Shocked, he took two steps forward, leaned on the railing to look at the river, and said, "It's only afternoon, and the boat will be launched."

It was Hualou's painting boat, the exterior was very delicately decorated, and there was a faint melody coming from the surface of the river.

Li Xiao put the cloak he brought up on his body, and said, "It's getting dark early today."

Song Song pinched the strap of the cloak, glanced at him, and silently moved to the river again.

In the past, when the spring was just right, he would often come to this pavilion with his mother and grandfather to talk, laugh and have tea, but now, Jiang is still the same Jiang, but he is no longer that person.

The wind in the river upstairs was too strong, so Li Xiao quickly took him down.Today's mad king is not crazy, which is a great surprise to the owner and guests of Fuxiangju, but after Song Songjing's appearance, more people discuss this matter.

Many people are waiting for when he will die, including Mrs. Song naturally.She is the younger sister of the current empress. Although Fu Xiang married Song Guogong half a year later, she still forcibly occupied the seat of the royal family. The so-called scholar, peasant, businessman, a mere businesswoman, naturally cannot rob her of the wife of the country limelight.

She guarded Song Shi closely for several days and nights. After watching him gradually out of danger, she finally spared time to ask about this matter. When Song Song was taken away, Song Ge said that there was always a way to get him When he came back obediently, the servant who was close to him also advised him: "They were all taken away by the mad king, and I don't think they can live for too long."

But so many days passed in a blink of an eye, Song Song was still alive and well.She originally hated Fu Xiang, and she felt that she was a scumbag, and Song Song was not a good person, but now Song Song is not only alive, but also because he lived by the mad king for so long. After becoming a man of the hour, naturally he felt more and more hatred in his heart.

On the second day after Song Shi recovered, she packed up and went into the palace.

Song Song naturally also heard the gossip outside, but there has always been no shortage of tongue-twisters in the capital, after all, there are many people at leisure.Since he couldn't keep their mouths shut, he had to let them talk, anyway, he had been living comfortably these past few days, eating, sleeping and sleeping every day, his bones seemed to be softened by Li Xiao.

Waking up in the morning, Song Song rubbed his eyes, stretched his legs straight, and suddenly heard a chuckle from beside him, his heart skipped a beat, and his confused mind suddenly became clear: "Your Highness, why..."

"Shut up today." Li Xiao stretched out his hand to hug him, and said, "So Song'er was so casual when he was at home, why did he become tense in front of the king?"

Song Song thought to himself, who can not be nervous in front of you?

In his previous life, he had seen Li Xiaofa fall ill with his own eyes. The man's dark eyes hid the huge waves, and the blood on the long sword in his hand fell to the ground along the tip of the sword. His expression looked very silent, with restraint and forbearance. But the madness and bloodthirsty that spread from the eyes are extremely aggressive like a beast. Everyone knows that it is difficult for the mad king who is sick to control his desire to kill, so when he is in front of him, Even today's majesty will be tense.

Who doesn't know that when Li Xiao was poisoned for the first time and went crazy, he started killing in the palace. He even killed nearly 30 of the imperial guards who arrived, and nearly hundreds of palace people. Stop his biological mother, the former empress.

It was rumored that Li Xiao even killed his own mother when he fell ill, but the reborn Song Song knew that was not the case.

Song Song relaxed a little, leaned towards his chest, and said: "Your Highness took a rest a few days ago, didn't you go to practice swords?"

"Look, Song'er has grown some meat in the past few days. It's comfortable to hold, so I won't practice."

Song Song immediately raised his face and said, "Really? Your Highness..."

He paused for a second before he remembered what he was going to say next, lowered his head a little bit awkwardly, and asked in a low voice, "When will we have intercourse?"