The Valiant Farmgirl’s Blackhearted Husband Wants a Hug

   This is only a monetary reward.

   boarded the boat of the Liang family, and in the future, they will have more ways to make money.

   If the Song family wants to rise, she has to rely on her husband.

   Next, Qin Xiaoyao saw the scene where Song Que was at ease and chatted and laughed with everyone.

   Seeing that he speaks witty and moves in a moderate manner, he is very proud in his heart.

   After a while, Song Que not only got along with the generals.

  After toasting Han Chao two glasses of wine, he also eliminated the estrangement with Han Chao.

   By the time the meal was over, all the generals in the army had recognized Song Que. Full of praise for Song Que.

   even rushed to Qin Xiaoyao and told her to treat Song Que well.

   Said that she and Song Que were a match made in heaven, and so on.

   Qin Xiaoyao was stunned.

   It wasn't until he said goodbye to everyone at the entrance of Laifulou, Song Que, who was pretending to be drunk, sobered up and took him into his arms.

   Facing the slightly cold wind, Qin Xiaoyao looked at Song Que with blushing cheeks in astonishment.

   "You—are you not drunk?" asked.

   During the banquet, Xianggong drank a lot.

   She intended to help Xianggong drink wine, but was laughed at by those gangsters.

  Then Xianggong stubbornly drank it himself.

   Until later, his cheeks were crimson, and he kept holding on, staying in a state of being intoxicated, and then he became soft and did not continue to fight with those wine jars.

   Seeing that he was slow to respond and smirked from time to time, she thought he was really drunk, just like everyone else.

   But now, looking at his clear eyes, where is he drunk?

  Thinking of something, Qin Xiaoyao's expression became strange.

   "Your alcohol capacity—"

its not right! According to the previous situation, after drinking so much today, Xianggong should have been drunk long ago.

Can-

   Okay, dare to love, I've been pretending all the time...

   Thinking of their first drunken sex, Qin Xiaoyao suddenly realized that it was not drunken sex, but a long-planned...

   Seeing the color of his daughter-in-law's eyes changed, a dangerous flame flashed in her eyes.

   Song Que's grip on Qin Xiaoyao's slender waist increased.

   Immediately, he gave his wife a mischievous smile.

   "The wine is not intoxicating, but people are intoxicated. Look at the lady more, because the husband is not intoxicated, but also intoxicated."

   Qin Xiaoyao was fascinated.

   "Hmph, you're acquainted!" He said, without bothering with Song Que, instead he leaned into Song Que's arms.

   The couple quickly held hands and walked home.

   Lingquan Town this night is warm and beautiful.

  The next day, the first day after the Lantern Festival.

  Song's Porridge Shop is open for business as usual.

   Qin Xiaoyao was busy in the shop, Song Que came out of work and came to see his wife in the porridge shop.

  The second prince brought Han Chao and suddenly came to the door.

  Song Que was caught skipping work, so he didn't feel uncomfortable, but he calmly received the second prince in person.

   "Two bowls of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, two cages of xiaolongbao, four hemp circles and two spring rolls." The second prince was not polite, and said directly to Song Que. Like an ordinary guest, there is no style.

   "Wait a moment." Song Que replied with a smile.

   personally go to help the second prince get the meal.

  Everything is ready-made, and Song Que delivered the prepared meals after a while.

  The second prince took the chopsticks and was ready to start.

   Seeing that Song Que turned around and was about to leave, he hurriedly said, "Sit down and eat together. There's so much that I can't finish it all by myself." He said as if chatting with a friend.

  Song Que glanced at Han Chao who had gone to the counter to order by himself, knowing that the second prince ordered these meals not with Han Chao, he hesitated for a while, then sat down.

   "I've already eaten breakfast, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat much." He said while taking out his chopsticks.

   After these days, plus the exchanges and contacts in his previous life, he and the second prince are already familiar with each other.

  Between the two, there was no monarch-subject relationship in the previous life, but instead they felt more like friends.

   The second prince glanced at Song Que.

   Then, he looked at Qin Xiaoyao who was still busy not far away.

   "I envy you for marrying such a daughter-in-law."

   He is beautiful, capable, and he knows how to eat.

   Having been in Lingquan Town for so long, the more he understands the life of these two couples, the more envious he is.

  If he was not the prince, or the son of Concubine Chen, but just an ordinary person, he would probably be willing to stay in Lingquan Town and live a normal life.

   If nothing else, he really loves preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

   Leaving Lingquan Town, I am afraid it will be difficult to taste it later.

  Song Que followed the second prince's line of sight, just in time to see Qin Xiaoyao turning back and smiling at him.

   The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise an arc.

   "This kind of thing, Your Highness is afraid that I won't be envious." Immediately, with some pride, he said to the second prince.

   "Cough—" the second prince almost choked.

   Seeing that Qin Xiaoyao didn't know anything, he smiled at himself.

  The second prince was speechless for a while.

   He felt that Mr. Qin must not know the true temperament of her husband.

   "I really don't know how to write the word 'modesty'." Looking at Song Que angrily, the second prince said.

  Song Que smiled indifferently and lowered his head to drink porridge.

   "When is Your Highness going to leave?" he asked immediately.

   The relaxed look on the second prince's face finally disappeared.

   "Three days later."

   looked down at the porridge in the bowl.

   "It's a pity, such a good porridge, I'm afraid I won't be able to drink it in the future..."

  Song Que looked slightly startled, finally feeling a little more sad.

   "If Your Highness needs it, we will bring you some preserved eggs tomorrow." He said.

  The second prince glanced at Song Que.

   "Two hundred." He said.

  Song Que's expression froze, and then he was amused.

   "It's done." He replied with a smile.

  After the winter, there are fewer preserved eggs in Laifulou, and there are still many preserved eggs left at home.

   It is not difficult to take out 200 coins to give away.

   Seeing the change in Song Que's expression, the second prince's face was stained with a smile.

   "But I still want to be a preserved egg person more than a preserved egg."

   Seeing Song Que's face froze, the second prince continued: "Although Mr. Qin is a woman, he is a general."

   "Staying here in Lingquan Town is considered buried."

   "And Brother Song, you—"

   "Your ability is not inferior to your grandfather. If you can go into office, you will surely benefit the people of the world."

   "Leaving you here in Lingquan Town, I'm really reluctant to give up-" the second prince sighed.

   If it was said before, he valued Mr. Qin more.

   After this period of time, he found that Song Que had greater potential.

  At first, he recruited Song Que into the yamen just to win over Mr. Qin, but Song Que's performance surprised him again and again.

  Although he was only a commoner, Song Que was able to dance well with long sleeves and won the favor of all the forces, and even made them willing to share their interests and come to curry favor.

   When encountering difficulties, he often finds his own way, and thinks of ways that others can't think of, and solves the problem.

   Talents like this are too rare.

   If you give him more space, his potential will be infinitely magnified.

   And he can give him such an opportunity.

   At the same time, he also needs such talents.

   These two, he really doesn't want to miss it...

  Song Que's eyes flashed a wave of fluctuations.

   After a while, he lowered his head and continued to drink the porridge.