In the morning, when the prince woke up, he was rarely satisfied.
As a habit he had developed over the years, he always woke up early, when it was time to go to the martial arts arena to practice boxing or riding and shooting.
The prince suffered from hysteria for a while, recalling the scene in his dream, the feeling of satisfaction became weaker and weaker, and a burning emptiness slowly rose in his belly.
He rubbed his forehead, glanced outside the screen, and asked, "Why is the door of the dormitory open?"
"I just came in. I saw movement on His Highness's bed. I knew His Highness was awake, so I came over to serve him and forgot to lock him up. I'm going to lock him up right now." Feng Youxi was full of energy, with no trace of sleepiness in his eyes. He turned around and looked at the starry night. Behind closed doors.
Alas, if His Highness had woken up a quarter of an hour earlier, he would have discovered that Miss Zhen was sleepwalking.
I don’t know how long I can hide it.
Yesterday, His Highness bullied the young lady to tears, and Feng Youxi did not dare to tell her about sleepwalking.
"Your Highness, it's still early, can you sleep a little longer?"
The prince nodded and lay back.
I don't know if it was the influence of the dream, but I always felt that the soft peach blossom fragrance of Zhen Qingyin was lingering on the tip of my nose, lingering and lingering, making his heart tighten.
He closed his eyes, and his mind was filled with the black dragon in his dream and the fragrance of peach blossoms outside his dream. He couldn't fall asleep for a while, so he simply got up.
Dressed neatly, he went straight to Zhen Qingyin's bedroom opposite.
Feng Youxi stamped his feet: Your Highness, Your Highness! Take it easy! It was finally possible to get up and walk, but you went to cling to Miss Zhen again!
His Highness the Crown Prince cannot see Miss Zhen. Whenever he sees her, he will be like thunder from the sky and fire from the earth, either burning his body or exploding his wounds.
Feng Youxi was worried. When will His Highness's injuries be healed?
When Gong E saw the prince approaching, she was startled and immediately opened the palace door.
A beauty lamp was lit in the bedroom. As soon as the prince stepped into the threshold, he saw Du Ruozheng lowering the curtain.
The prince asked softly: "Is she awake?"
Du Ruo panicked and calmed down before replying: "No, the girl got up at night..." After a pause, he continued, "She fell asleep again."
Since she no longer had to greet Mrs. Zhen, Zhen Qingyin often slept until she woke up naturally, especially after she fell ill. She didn't care whether the prince would dislike her for sleeping in.
The prince thought that Du Ruoden had gone to clean the room, and his ears were slightly warm, so he did not disturb Zhen Qingyin's good sleep and went to the desk.
Sure enough, there was a painting pressed on the desk.
It wasn't a painting like a black dragon that he thought would smear him, but a golden peony under a golden light.
He looked carefully through the dim light. The golden light should be sunlight, with a little red, which should be the afterglow of the sunset.
The golden light jumps slightly, and the peonies bloom to welcome the golden light, clustered in clusters, like fire, poetry, and prosperity.
The painting skills cannot withstand closer inspection. The prince's pursed lips curled up. It can be seen from the painting that the master is in a happy mood.
This is enough.
He must have been annoyed by not taking it seriously yesterday.
The prince's heart felt a little hot, and he felt as if he had grasped something, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt that it was ethereal, as if he had grasped nothing.
He didn't pay attention to this vague momentary touch, put the painting back, flattened it with a paperweight again, turned around, lifted the curtain, and broke into the girl's bed tent.
Du Ruoyi closed his eyes and glared at Feng Youxi when he opened them.
Feng Youxi looked back helplessly.
What can he do?
His Highness has just embraced a beautiful woman, so he needs to be fresh for a while, always sticky. After this freshness... Well, I hope His Highness is not that kind of man who likes the new and hates the old, otherwise he will get bored easily and spend half his life to save her. Miss Zhen, even he, the eunuch who was watching, felt at a loss.
The two of them beat their chests and were anxious, but the prince had no intention of doing anything.
He just touched Zhen Qingyin's face.
Zhen Qingyin thought it was a mosquito, swatted it with her hand, turned over, and lay on her side, facing outward, just facing the prince.
The prince put her hands back into the quilt and was about to help her tuck the quilt when he noticed that there were mottled marks on her neck, which were not very conspicuous but dense and snaked under the collar of her pajamas.
Could it be that no one has come to live in the palace for many years, and the palace people did not clean it carefully, leaving bugs?
The prince was about to get angry when he suddenly remembered the storybook of Grumpy Little Tomato.
He pressed the hand that was about to move, and suddenly understood where those marks came from, and his ears turned red again.
Fortunately, fortunately, he had read the script, otherwise he would have been stupid again.
Forget it, let Dong Susu off the hook for writing banned books, and find a way to remove her wanted order tomorrow.
The prince finally slowly felt a little ashamed.
He actually bullied an innocent and weak girl like this...
His thumb rubbed a deep mark twice, as if comforting, as if nostalgic, and then moved away. In the end, that hand did nothing but help Zhen Qingyin tuck the quilt.
Zhen Qingyin rubbed her chin on the quilt twice, and she didn't sleep very peacefully.
Yesterday, she met Dong Susu and listened to Dong Susu's "truth about the world." She saw that Dong Susu had concealed part of the truth and did not tell her, but she did not reveal it.
What is that part of the truth?
Could it be that her death implicated Dong Susu, and Dong Susu, her best friend, was also retaliated against, so she got into a car accident and ended up traveling with her in the book?
Because she didn't know the truth, her heart was heavy, and all kinds of speculations came to her, turning into bizarre dreams, disturbing her sleep.
At the same time, Dong Susu also dreamed of her.
She woke up from the nightmare, biting the corner of her quilt and sobbing.
The pug system asked: [Host, what’s wrong with you? Tell me, maybe I can enlighten you. 】
Dong Susu sobbed: "I dreamed about Qing Yin. At that time, the psychiatrist clearly said that she was cured. I saw her treating her mistress and illegitimate brother, and thought she was really cured. I wrote her story in the novel and made fun of her. She is Black Lotus. On the one hand, I hope that she will torture the best scum in the fantasy world and cater to her wishes. Tell me, is it because I wrote that book and brought back bad memories for her that she relapsed? I don’t want to Alive?"
The pug system comforted her: [You are thinking too much. The heroine's heart is an iron wall. No outsider can hurt her. The only person who can hurt her is herself. She went to work as an undercover agent before you published your novel, and before you wrote this book, she had already chosen her path. Host, don’t put unnecessary pressure on yourself. 】
"I can't help but think that I killed her!" Dong Susu burst into tears, "But I don't dare to ask anything. I'm so cowardly. I'm afraid that she still doesn't want to live. I'm afraid that she's doing it because of me." I don’t want to live. Qing Yin and Aunt Yin funded my schooling. They took me out of the mountains, which was equivalent to giving me a second life, but I didn’t dare to face anything and couldn’t help her with anything.”
[Host, this book you wrote gave the heroine and her mother a second life. She begins to fall in love with the male protagonist, which is a good sign. She is slowly stepping out of her original world and exploring a brand new world. In this world, you can help her. 】
Dong Susu wiped away her tears and said fiercely: "Yes, I want to kill Song Jian!"
"Who are you going to kill?" The tent curtain was opened, and Song Jian's figure appeared at the door, his eyes dark.
