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

He had heard that Li Xiao was crazy before, and even when he looked at people, he would always be scared even if he laughed, because no one knows whether he will kill with a sword next second, even if your majesty is facing this son today He always orders the bodyguard to stay close to him, after all, he is a mentally ill person in everyone's eyes.

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 own name would continue to possess that magic power in this life.

This has to be taken step by step.

The people who are waiting beside the crazy king are always trembling. The random small movements of the crazy king can make them feel like a bird of fright. But today, all the people waiting at the table are chased by him.

Song Song's chopsticks fell on the table and was picked up by Li Xiao. He and Song Song sat very close. For those who read, only concubines or male pets would not understand the rules so close to their masters. .

Song Song was also slightly uneasy. His Majesty is still alive now, even if he is a prince, he dare not say that he will be able to become an emperor in the future, that is, a madman like Li Xiao, who dares to speak arrogantly. Xiao values ​​him and is close to him. On the one hand, he may be trying something.

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

Li Xiao was not angry, he said: "Song'er said very much, this king must pay attention in the future."

Song Song mentioned the public chopsticks and gave Li Xiao a dish. He could feel that his mood was actually quite good. When eating and eating, Li Xiao suddenly said: "Song'er has a clear understanding of the taste of this king."

This is natural. He followed the little prince at that time and watched Li Xiao eat many times. Although the emperor would not eat more to prevent someone from poisoning him, he had nothing to do as a ghost. The mind is easier to use, and I remember it inadvertently.

But they couldn't tell Li Xiao, he laughed: "It's a coincidence, these are what Caomin likes."

In fact, Li Xiao's taste is a little bit heavy, and Song Song is more inclined to some lighter ones because of his bad stomach, but he came over bitterly. In fact, it is not important to eat what he wants.

Li Xiaolue looked at him with some scrutiny. I wondered if he lied, but in a word, he didn’t break it, and his tone was very gentle: "Songer wants to eat in the future, and he orders the kitchen to do it. It’s comfortable to hold."

Sure enough, he was disgusted.

Song Song nodded. His stomach didn't eat too much for a long time because of long-term hunger, but he still waited until Li Xiao ate before putting down the chopsticks.

It is now October and the weather is starting to get cold, but the interior of the main house of the Wangfu is very warm, apparently burning the earth dragon. Song Song walked in with him. He smelled a light incense at the tip of his nose. His eyes moved to the exquisite small incense burner. Li Xiao saw the words: "This incense has the effect of calming the mind. Song Er should have heard this. Wang's condition."

"Hear some."

Li Xiao's eyes deepened and said, "This king often wakes up in the middle of the night and raises his sword to cut people. Can you hear about this?"

Song Song once again had his jaws, his face was thin, only a pair of eyes were big and divine, clear and clear, and he saw that he had some negative emotions faintly. He stepped forward two steps, while dressing for the man with open arms and gentle Dao: "Gossip, you don't have to worry about it."

Li Xiao rolled his throat, looked at him, and said dumbly, "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. He stretched his hands around Song Song's waist and kissed his lips against his forehead. Song Song responded jerkily, thinking that it must be a sleepless night tonight, but unexpected, Li Xiao did not continue.

He was lying on the wide bed, and was held in his arms like a pillow by the man. The other person closed his eyes and still murmured: "Too thin, so scared."

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

He couldn't wait to want a child, but Li Xiao didn't seem to mean it at all-it was wrong to say that, he should be thinking, but he seemed to be worried about something.

Song Song was puzzled and fell asleep. He didn't sleep well, nightmare nights continued, he dreamed that he was covered with blood and fell to the ground for a while, Song Ge held a dagger to pierce himself for a while, dreamed of the child crying in the fire... Suddenly When he opened his eyes, he was being held by Li Xiao. The cold sweat on his forehead slipped down his cheek to his neck. His large, surprising eyes briefly crossed a moment of apprehension, and quickly turned calm.

Li Xiao's fingers rubbed his forehead and said, "Have you had a nightmare?"

Song Song's eyelashes flickered and made a joke: "But scared your highness?"

"You guessed it."

Song Song: "..."

Li Xiao was surprised by the true feelings, he reached out and hugged him in his arms, rubbing Song Song’s long hair, saying: "This king is very timid, if you don’t want to be scared by your majesty one day Just ask, and just have more dreams."

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

Li Xiao thought for a while and said, "When the king is enthroned, he will be regarded as you, this is also beautiful..."

Song Song once again scaredly covered his mouth, God, what the **** is this prince, he doesn’t want his head, he still wants it.

Li Xiao curled his lips, holding his finger and kissing the palm of his hand.

Song Song decided to stop talking nonsense to him, and put his head in his arms, and soon fell asleep again.

This is probably the most comfortable night he has slept together in his two lifetimes. Don’t worry about a mouse crawling underneath you, or sleepless nights because of frostbite on your body, let alone someone suddenly kick the door of the fire room Use him as a deflated barrel.

Everything is beautiful and incredible. When Song Song woke up, there was no one around him. He pulled the bed open and raised his hand to block the dazzling light. Then he realized that he was already getting better.

He immediately got out of bed, guarding two maids outside and inside, bowing to salute him: "The son is awake, but should I wash first?"

He promised, and soon someone brought hot water, Song Song washed his face, and someone handed over a soft towel. After washing, the kitchen quickly brought food: "Wang Ye ordered the boiled ginseng chicken soup. It’s hot, so it’s good for your body."

He dreamed of picking up the chicken broth, thinking Li Xiao was really ready to raise him before eating... so picky?

Outside the door, Qi Butler glanced at the house and looked at it again, his face uncertain. A young boy beside him looked at him and then looked at him again. After all, he couldn’t bear to say: “He is indeed the son of Song Guo’s family. This morning, the capital was spread all over the city, saying that it’s our prince’s doorstep. Take the people back."

"The lord is acting more and more crazy." Qi Butler murmured: "This is a poor man."

The little boy said: "The prince took him back in person. I heard that the maid in the house was envious of it."

"What do you know." Qi Guanjia finally looked at Song Song with a glance at the dead man, and turned back, "Wait, the next time the lord is sick, it will be the day he died of Huang Quan."