Merchant's daughter is not a concubine

Chapter 193 Finding Someone (1)
Hui Ping stood outside and waited, so that after Song Zhuo went out, she would go in and wait for Hou Ningqing to change her clothes.

But after waiting for a quarter of an hour, no one came out, and I heard Ning Qing's suppressed sobbing like a kitten, and Song Zhuo's soft and hoarse soothing.

Hui Ping froze as if struck by lightning.

But she was not qualified to stop this kind of thing, and she couldn't stop it, so she had no choice but to prepare hot water with a blue face.

After an hour or so, Song Zhuo called for water, wrapped her in a thick blanket and carried her to the bathroom behind the screen. Ning Qing almost fainted, and only woke up when she touched the water.

Seeing him standing aside without any clothes on, Ning Qing blushed: "Go away."

"Cousin washes Qingqing." Then they got into the bathtub and washed together.

After washing for half an hour, it was not until the water became warm that Ning Qing, who was half fainted, was put on the bed again.

The next day, Ning Qing was so sore that she couldn't get out of bed, and Song Zhuocai was distressed and regretful.

Song Zhuo asked someone to cook the red dates and bird's nest porridge, but Ning Qing curled up in the corner of the bed and slept soundly.

The porridge was warmed on the small stove, and Song Zhuo had been sitting by the bed, wanting her to rest more, but afraid of being hungry, and touching her forehead occasionally, afraid that she would get sick.

It wasn't until noon that Song Zhuo picked her up, leaned into his arms, and whispered, "Get up and eat something."

Song Zhuo picked up the spoon to feed her, but Ning Qing rubbed her eyes and straightened up from his arms with difficulty: "I can eat by myself."

"Cousin, hello."

"I'm not a child." Ning Qing said flatly.

Seeing that she was unfamiliar, Song Zhuo felt a little tingling and uneasy in his heart. He picked her up, put her on his lap as before, pressed her small head to his chest, and hugged her tightly.

In the past, she would wrap her arms around his neck, or rub against his arms, but now she didn't, and she didn't resist, she just leaned against him, closed her eyes gently, and breathed lightly.

"Are you tired?" Song Zhuo whispered.

"Not tired." Ning Qing said.

"Isn't there some medicine for me? Bizi Tang." Ning Qing opened her eyes and looked at him.

Song Zhuo looked complicated: "Do you want to drink?"

"Drink, why don't you drink?"

Song Zhuo longed to have her child, but he didn't want her to have a child before she officially started, so that people would underestimate her. He didn't want her to have too many things that were blamed.

He had prepared the medicine a long time ago, but seeing her so forthright without any hesitation, for some reason, he felt a little chilled: "You don't need to drink it."

Ning Qing lowered her head and touched her flat stomach, frowning.

(End of this chapter)