Ling Zhouyang didn't really leave, she just went to the roof again to stay.
She didn't know what Ren Ruyi and Yang Ying said, but she saw that not long after Ren Ruyi left Yang Ying's room, Yang Ying changed her clothes and went out.
Yang Ying staggered on the road, while Ling Zhouyang followed on the roof with light steps, and from time to time she would jump on the roof with Qinggong.
Seeing Yang Ying walk to Yuanlu Gate, Lingzhou understood.
When she first asked Qian Zhao to paint Li Tongguang's portrait for her, she had already asked about Yuan Lu. It was probably Ren Ruyi who asked Yang Ying to come find Yuan Lu.
Ling Zhouyang squatted on the roof and looked at Yang Ying who was knocking on the door. Then she glanced casually to the side and saw Ren Ruyi standing under the house next to Yuan Lu's room.
That's right, Ren Ruyi is Yang Ying's master, how could she trust Yang Ying to go out alone.
After thinking about it, she planned to continue reading, but before she turned around, she noticed that Ren Ruyi shook his head.
It looked like he was definitely not shaking her. After all, Ren Ruyi didn't look up at her.
That meant there was someone under the roof on her side.
After watching Yang Ying enter Yuanlu's house, Ling Zhouyang jumped off the roof.
"Ouch!"
Her heart skipped a beat, and she thought she would fall directly to the ground, but no, she fell into that warm and broad embrace again.
"Why do you fall in love with the roof so much?" Qian Zhao was really curious.
Sleeping on the rooftop, drinking on the rooftop, and stalking on the rooftop.
Ling Zhouyang raised his head and blinked, "Well, why don't you help me back first? I have sprained my ankle."
Lingzhouyang never expected that his body would be so fragile now, and his feet even sprained when he jumped down.
Hearing this, Qian Zhao didn't say anything and directly hugged Ling Zhouyang away.
Leaning in Qian Zhao's arms, Lingzhouyang felt her face start to feel hot again, "Ahem, it's the middle of the night and I'm alone, so it's not good for you to hold me like this."
Qian Zhao's voice was low and magnetic, "I feel good."
"But you need to change your habit of going to the roof."
Ling Zhouyang shook his head, "Huh? If you don't change, you won't change. Stand tall and see far."
Qian Zhao said quietly: "Then your feet don't hurt anymore?"
"I never said it hurt. I asked you to help me, but you insisted on hugging me." The pain in her sprained foot was nothing, she had experienced worse pain.
In front of Ling Zhouyang, Qian Zhao always said directly, "I want to hug you."
Ling Zhouyang felt as if her tongue was tied, "Well, haven't you already hugged me? Aren't you satisfied?"
"I am very satisfied now, but I may not be satisfied in the future." This is Qian Zhao's truth.
Ling Zhouyang said softly: "Let's talk about the future later."
Ling Zhouyang knew very well that she couldn't let Qian Zhao continue talking, otherwise he didn't know where he would end up.
Qian Zhao looked down at Ling Zhouyang's blushing face and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Genroku's room.
After being comforted by Yuan Lu, Yang Ying became alive like a dead tree with spring.
The two started talking about how to write a good reputation in the history books by writing a biography on the practice.
Yuan Lu: "Take poison. I'll find an old man who can prepare you for the poison. I'll tilt my neck and drink it. I guarantee you won't turn blue even after you die."
Yang Ying was still slightly excited, "Really?"
Yuanlu replied with certainty: "Really."
Yang Ying: "Old Qian still has this skill, so, can you make it taste better for him, preferably sweet."
Yuan Lu looked a little embarrassed, "This... this is a bit difficult." After saying that, he changed his mind and said, "No, we can ask Sister Lingzhou to help prepare poison. Sister Lingzhou is very good at preparing poison."
"But, Lingzhou...sister and I are not familiar with each other, will she help me match her?" Yang Ying remembered that when we were just in the room, Lingzhouyang called her a fool, and she felt that she might not be very lovable.
Yuan Lu patted his chest and assured, "Your Highness, don't worry. Sister Lingzhou is a very nice person. As long as you want it, she can definitely match it for you."
Yang Ying: "Then I want something sweet and sour."
Yuan Lu: "Please make it sweet. It tastes sweet."
Yang Ying: "I want something sweet and sour. It's me who drinks it, not you. It tastes good only if it's sweet and sour."
Ren Ruyi looked at the two people arguing in the room and smiled helplessly.
Yuan Lu saw Ren Ruyi at the door and showed a proud expression. Ren Ruyi gave Yuan Lu a thumbs up after receiving the comment.
*
Lingzhouyang room.
Qian Zhao put Ling Zhouyang on the bed and sat down.
"Which foot?"
Ling Zhouyang pointed to her medicine box, "Left foot, you get the medicinal wine first."
Qian Zhao was very obedient and went to look through the medicine box.
Ling Zhouyang: "That, that little gourd bottle, yes, that's it."
After Qian Zhao took out the small gourd bottle, he took a stool and sat in front of Lingzhouyang's bed.
He gently pulled Ling Zhouyang's left foot and lifted the skirt up a little. He was about to take off Ling Zhouyang's shoes, but he didn't know what he thought of and stopped.
Ling Zhou was confused, "Why did you stop?"
"I'll ask Miss Ren to apply some medicine for you." As he said that, Qian Zhao was about to stand up.
Ling Zhouyang really didn't understand, "Qian Zhaozhao! What are you doing? Bring me back and do this to me again?"
Qian Zhao, who had always been sullen, blushed this time: "I...although we are together, I can't ruin your innocence."
Ling Zhouyang was stunned for a moment, "Destroying my innocence? How can you ruin my innocence by giving me a medicine?"
Qian Zhao could only explain softly: "A man and a woman alone in the same room, with their shoes and socks taken off, is not good for your reputation."
Ling Zhouyang: "..."
For a moment she was unable to refute.
It turns out that Qian Zhao is a bit old-fashioned.
Ling Zhouyang's mouth twitched slightly, "Then don't worry, I have no reputation. If you dislike me, then get out."
After saying that, she took her foot out of Qian Zhao's leg.
Qian Zhao was a little embarrassed, "Ayang, I didn't mean that."
Ling Zhouyang sighed, "Qian Zhao, I used to be an assassin, and assassins don't pay attention to these things."
Qian Zhao: "But you are not now."
Ling Zhouyang rolled his eyes and said, "Ouch, my feet hurt so much. Qian Zhaozhao, put some medicine on them and rub them."
"Okay, okay, I'll put some medicine on you and rub it on you, please bear with it." Ling Zhouyang's shout frightened Qian Zhao, and he didn't care about the defense between men and women.
Qian Zhao carefully took off Ling Zhouyang's shoes and socks, and then saw some slight redness and swelling on her ankles.
He rubbed the medicinal wine on the affected area of Ling Zhouyang's ankle and around it, and then began to massage it slowly. He also knew medical skills, so his technique was extremely professional.
Ling Zhouyang supported the bed with both hands and looked at Qian Zhao's ears, which raised the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly.
"Qian Zhaozhao, your ears are so red, are you shy?"
Qian Zhao swallowed his saliva, did not dare to raise his head, and responded in a low voice: "No."
