Shu Qingyao's eyes deepened.
Wu Ling saw the clue and asked, "That Ling Sang, the lady seems to take good care of him?"
Flicking her hair lightly with her fingertips, Shu Qing smiled lightly: "It used to be that two peaches killed three people, but now it's time to change."
Since Ling Sang didn't betray her, she could listen and believe everything.
Sending him out to investigate would be more useful than Wu Ling.
Looking at Wu Ling again, he saw that her face was full of exploration, so he explained:
"Didn't you notice that the little guy didn't care about what he said? Aunt Diao needs to be cured by someone like her who relies on her old age."
Wu Ling suddenly became enlightened.
Just when I was about to say a few words of praise, I suddenly realized that the "young lady" under the candlelight was particularly stunning. The soft light outlined her gorgeous face, and even her hair was dyed a light golden color. She just sat like this, her posture was dignified, but she was as noble and holy as a goddess.
He couldn't help but murmur: "You turned out to be a young lady from a wealthy family, right?"
Shu Qingyao remembered something and looked slightly dazed.
Smiled for a moment.
He stood up and walked towards the screen, saying as he walked: "Help me change the bed. I wonder if anyone will come in and roll around on the bed while I'm away today."
Although it was a joke, Wu Ling still smiled and agreed.
*
Shu Qingyao didn't like being served while taking a bath, so Wu Ling changed the bed and left quietly.
She was the only one left in the room, which was filled with moisture. She stared at it for a moment and began to take off her clothes.
"You turned out to be a young lady from a wealthy family, right?"
This sentence came to mind involuntarily.
But she is already far away from a "rich family".
In my memory, she was only a real princess when she was a few years old. Because she was too young, no one took her seriously and there was no need to care about her. But when she became a little sensible, she had to learn to "choose".
Choosing to join the Queen's lineage, he colluded with his two legitimate brothers, playing tricks on people they couldn't stand.
Shen Qingyue was the first to bear the brunt.
The arrival of crape myrtle into the world is a rare opportunity for thousands of years, and talents come from heaven.
Emperor Xi of the Ming Dynasty, Long Yan, was delighted and believed that he would be a good minister to assist the emperor's heirs in the future. But Qin Tianjian told the queen privately that Shen Qingyue was too destined to be limited by his ministers.
The implication is that it refers directly to the supreme position in the imperial city.
——"So your broomstick horoscope is of little use, we have to kill him as soon as possible."
Brother Sanhuang once put his arm around her shoulders and whispered in her ear.
She never told Shen Qingyue that everything she did was for protection.
And in this life, he probably won't have the chance to know.
Everyone knows that Shen Qingyue died on the battlefield two years ago. She still held a glimmer of hope to meet him again, but it was because she used forbidden magic that night, burning her black hair, and using blood to divine fortune.
She didn't dare tell anyone, and she didn't dare to think about it again.
Now I am like duckweed, swaying in the wind. The crape myrtle falling from the sky and the comet sweeping its tail have long been doomed to not end well.
She smiled for a moment, shook her head, and wrapped a loose strand of hair into a bun with her wet fingertips.
Suddenly, there was a strange sound outside the screen.
Shu Qingyao suddenly came back to her senses, covered her chest with her hands, and listened carefully.
After hearing no other noise for a moment, she reached for her clothes. As soon as his fingers touched the corner of the belt, Shen Xinglou suddenly appeared in front of him.
Two pairs looked at each other.
His face was gloomy.
She was too stiff to move.
After that, he watched Shen Xinglou take off his clothes, step into the water consciously, grab her arm and hug her, and buckle her to the wooden edge.
There was a hint of snowy air on his body, and he didn't know where it came from.
She barely recovered from the shock, gasped lightly, and couldn't help complaining:
"Shen Xinglou, don't you think you are like this..."
Before he finished speaking, his tired and hoarse voice came to his ears:
"Stop talking and hug me."
