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The heavy rain overnight has lightened up, and the drizzle has almost stopped in the early morning.
Yingying was woken up by the suffocation. She moved in confusion and found that she was holding a lock of hair tightly in her hand. She pulled away a little and found that she was nestled in Qinrong's arms. At this time, the two of them were lying on the same couch. The warm body temperatures blend together.
This is Yingying¡¯s own room, that¡¯s right.
Yingying carefully let go of her hair, and her first reaction was to lift the quilt and check her clothes. The memory of yesterday was really too blurry. It was as if she had been drinking since she killed Zhang Lingxue, and her whole body was drifting and losing focus.
When she saw that her clothes were intact, Yingying's tight body slowly relaxed. She was wearing loose pajamas under the brocade quilt and had already changed out of the bloody clothes.
¡That¡¯s not right, when did she change her clothes? !
Qinrong has always been a light sleeper. When Yingying lifted the quilt, his eyelashes trembled, showing signs of waking up. There were footsteps wandering on the corridor outside the door. Qinrong slowly opened his eyes and saw the little girl in his arms lifting the quilt in a daze.
"What's wrong?" The voice of the newly awakened man was low and hoarse, and he stretched out his arms to press down the cold thin quilt.
Yingying was almost held in his arms. She moved around uneasily, trying to distance herself from the people beside her, "Third brother, what are we doing"
How did they sleep together?
Qinrong should still be a little sleepy. He was lying sideways on the couch with his eyelashes half-closed. If you didn't look closely, you would think he was still asleep. Hearing the hidden meaning of Yingying's words, he blinked twice and opened his eyelashes. His dark eyes quickly returned to clarity. He touched Yingying's cheek and asked, "You don't remember anything?"
This tone inexplicably made Yingying feel like she had become a betrayer, as if she had just gone to bed last night and then woke up and refused to acknowledge her fault.
"I, I, I, I" Yingying really didn't remember much. In fact, this is not the first time her memory has been broken. This has also happened in her previous life.
It seems that every time she gets too excited or loses control, she easily forgets what she has done. Thinking back to last night when she killed Zhang Lingxue, she remembered a lot of bad things, but Qin Rong appeared again at that time, and Yingying was confused. Think of him as a lifeline.
There was a gentle knock on the door. Qinrong's personal attendant hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Master, are you up?"
Qinrong responded, retracting his gaze from Yingying, and stood up from the couch.
Because of the rain, the sky at this time was only misty and a little dark. Although nothing happened to Qinrong and Yingying, it was not good for people to see him coming out of Yingying's room in the early morning.
There was Qinrong's personal attendant guarding the door. It was just the right time for Qinrong to leave. Before leaving, he carefully inspected the injuries on Fan Yingying's arms and legs, applied medicine to her and rubbed her hair: " It¡¯s still early, let¡¯s sleep a little longer.¡±
Yingying grabbed the thin quilt and nodded. When Qinrong left, she quickly called Xiaodai into the room. "Hurry, hurry, hurry up, tell me what happened last night!"
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The moist wind blew against her face. Qinrong raised her neck when she came out of Yingying's room, and the arm that hugged her was slightly numb.
He never thought that Yingying would be so clingy to him last night, sleeping with her in her clothes all night. Her clothes were loose, and she stood outside Yingying's door and straightened her open collar.
The matter of Yan Ning falling into the water while visiting the lake has not yet been resolved, and now because of the trouble caused by Zhang, Prince Zhaoshi is now in a state of disarray.
He didn't sleep all night. Last night, Prince Zhaoshi learned that Zhang Lingxue had committed suicide out of fear of crime. He went to see Zhang Chunami in the middle of the night and talked about it at dawn. When he returned to Qingboju exhausted, he didn't expect to meet Qinrong. They were separated by a short bridge. In the corridor, the eyes of the two men collided. Prince Zhaoshi stopped and narrowed his eyes to find Qinrong coming out of Yingying's room.
In the early morning, when the sky was bright, Qinrong came out of Yingying¡¯s room?
The hands under the wide sleeves were tightly clasped, and Prince Zhaoshi walked towards Qinrong, "Third Palace came to see Yingying so early?"
Seeing Prince Zhaoshi, Qin Rong calmly adjusted his clothes, ignoring the alienation in his words, and said with a curved smile: "Your Highness, the Prince, came out so early to see Yingying?"
Prince Zhaoshi looked at Qin Rong coldly, pursed his lips and did not answer.
From time to time there are water drops dripping from the eaves, and they gather into a small puddle on the ground, making a ticking sound when they hit the ground.
The prince's face was still calm and calm, as if he could feel the coldness on the prince's body, and he walked slowly down the steps. When passing Prince Zhaoshi, Qin Rong seemed to have thought of something, and stopped beside him and reminded him warmly: "Yingying is not in a good mood and is still asleep at the moment. If His Highness the Prince feels sorry for her, it is better to come back later." "
Although??
As if she was afraid that Yingying would misunderstand that Qiu An'an was missing her on purpose, Chunxi explained several times that her young lady was really still awake. She hurriedly brought chicken soup to keep Yingying in her arms, "Miss Gu, please try it quickly. My cooking skills are really good. I guess." It's time for Miss to wake up after you finish drinking."
Yingying originally wanted to leave, but couldn't resist Chunxi's enthusiasm and stayed for a bowl of soup.
The chicken soup was very hot. Yingying sat in the yard to drink it to enjoy the coolness. She only wanted to see Qiu Anan but forgot that she had a younger brother. When Qiu Yu came out of the next room, Yingying choked on the chicken soup and coughed. .
Qiu Yu doesn¡¯t look like he just got up. His face has always been pale due to poor health. Although the Jiuhua Palace is cooler than outside, his clothes are still thicker than ordinary people.
When he saw Yingying sitting in the courtyard, Qiu Yu frowned, but did not walk away as usual. After standing by the door for a moment, he asked in a cold voice: "Did you kill Zhang Lingxue last night?"
Presumably he also knows the truth about Xishan.
Yingying was not stupid enough to tell him the truth. She tilted her head and looked at the young man on the corridor, pretending to be surprised and asked: "Is Zhang Lingxue dead?"
It¡¯s a good death.
Qiu Yu looked at her expressionlessly, as if he had seen through her for a moment, and sneered with disdain: "Gu Yingying, your acting skills are really bad."
Yingying was a little hurt, and due to the previous conflict between the two, she touched her nose and didn't answer any more. She continued to drink the soup with her head down, thinking that Qiu Yu would leave on her own, but unexpectedly, not only did he not leave, but instead, for the first time, he walked to her side and sat across from her.
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Yingying:? ? ? Don't try to seduce me.
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Previous life Yingying: Aunt, Qinrong is not gentle to me at all. Please help me quickly.
My aunt feels distressed: Darling, is it possible that your husband is not treating you well?
àÓàÓ: That¡¯s not good.
Aunt: What¡¯s wrong?
Yingying: He makes me cry every day.
Aunt: What? !
Yingying: She made me cry on the bed every day, all night long. She was not gentle at all.
The aunt covered Ying Ying who still wanted to talk in detail: "Shut up. Isn't it heartless to talk about this kind of thing?"
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