Yao Keqing has received an unsigned letter in a row these days, and every morning when she goes into the study and opens the book she didn't finish last night, she can find the letter, but Yao Keqing didn't read it, so he asked Huaxin to move the brazier to burn it, and after burning the seventh letter, he finally didn't read the letter in the book again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Huaxin moved the brazier as usual a few days ago, but Yao Keqing asked her to move back, and Huaxin obediently moved back, but she found that her young lady's face was a little bad, although it was not good a few days ago, but today it was particularly bad, and she went in to add tea three times in a row and found that the books in her young lady's hand stayed on the same page, and she hadn't turned it at all.

On this day, Yao Keqing surprisingly left the study before the sun set, an hour or two earlier than a few days ago, and Mama Fang brought her the needlework basket again after these two hours.

Yao Keqing has been nesting in the study recently, the embroidered bandage that never left his hand in the past has now been replaced by a book, Mama Fang looked at the dowry that was not embroidered and was anxious, and Yao Keqing sighed in her ear, but Yao Keqing turned a deaf ear, today Yao Keqing finally came back early in the morning, and Mama Fang came over with something.

Yao Keqing didn't ignore it as usual, but pointed to the head of the bed, "Leave it there, I'll embroider two stitches when I have time!"

Although the attitude is still a little lazy, but the attitude is also expressed, Mama Fang is satisfied, "The old slaves have been divided, and the young lady will save trouble embroidering!"

Yao Keqing nodded and walked to the side of the bed and began to pick up the needlework frame, Mama Fang thought she was going to do embroidery and retreated, for fear of disturbing her and distracting her.

But Yao Keqing flipped through the frame during the day, but turned out a pair of scissors, gently tested the sharpness on his fingers, and then hid the scissors under the pillow with satisfaction.

Before going to bed, Mama Fang served Yao Keqing to bed, took the sewing basket away, and found that the scissors were missing at a glance, "Where did the young lady put the scissors?"

"I don't know where I left it, let's look for it tomorrow!" Unexpectedly, it was discovered by Mama Fang, Yao Keqing hurriedly yawned, pretending to be sleepy.

Mama Fang looked at the messy sewing basket, and couldn't help but start to read in pieces, "Miss's temperament has been really incomprehensible lately, and there is no way to act, this is not good, she is going to get married soon, and Miss will change her anyway, even if she goes back to the past, it is good!"

In the past, Yao Keqing's cold temperament was nagged by Mama Fang many times, but now Mama Fang began to miss her old appearance.

"Mmmm......" Yao Keqing responded vaguely, and Mama Fang had to sigh and close the door and go out.

Yao Keqing slept early, and even took the entire secluded pavilion to rest at the end of the hour, and the courtyard was quiet, and there were no lights.

Song Ziqing skillfully touched the window where he had been in and out many times, pushed it gently, and found that the window did not move at all, and pushed it slightly but still did not push it open, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart, she didn't receive the letter today, so she guessed that she would come today, so she locked the window, she didn't want to pay attention to herself.

Seven letters sank into the sea in a row, and there was no response at all, Song Ziqing knew that she must not have read the letter, so she simply didn't write a letter, and went directly to the boudoir at night.

Just locked the window couldn't stop Song Ziqing, Song Ziqing still easily entered the inner room, and Song Ziqing never had the courage to open it across the tent, even if he was ready, he still couldn't help but feel "more timid about his hometown".

The tent was suddenly lifted, Yao Keqing sat cross-legged on the bed, pulled the tent with one hand, and looked at Song Ziqing with cold eyes, "Get out!"

I didn't see her for ten days, and I lost a whole circle, the palm-sized melon seed face became smaller and smaller, and the hand that teased the tent could clearly see the bone joints, and he really hurt her deeply......

Song Ziqing looked at Yao Keqing affectionately like that, but Yao Keqing just repeated what he had just said, "Get out!"

Those black and white eyes stared at him coldly like this, without a trace of warmth, but Song Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief. She said to herself that she was still living her own death, and that he at least had the right to make her feel angry, not a passerby who was no longer important to her.

"Go out, if you don't go out again, I'll call someone!" Yao Keqing's voice was finally a little annoyed!

"There's no one to scream! They're all asleep, and they probably won't wake up until dawn!"

Song Ziqing brought something with him just in case, but he didn't expect it to come in handy.

Hearing this, Yao Keqing knew that Song Ziqing probably used drugs or something like that to stun the people in the entire courtyard, and he slammed the tent in his hand angrily, "Why don't you let me sleep together until dawn!"

The tent separated the sight of the two, Song Ziqing reached out to lift it, and the moment he pulled up the embroidered tent, he felt something like his own hand attacking, Song Ziqing instinctively reached out and grabbed it, and the touch in his hand told him that what he grabbed seemed to be a scissors?

Yao Keqing pumped the scissors hard, trying to get the scissors back from Song Ziqing's hand but couldn't, just when Yao Keqing was about to give up, Song Ziqing suddenly let go and lost resistance, and the scissors in Yao Keqing's hand stabbed straight at Song Ziqing who was facing the bed with inertia.

Song Ziqing didn't dodge or dodge, he stood straight and greeted him, and at the moment when the scissors were about to pierce Song Ziqing's chest, the tip of the scissors suddenly folded downward, and Yao Keqing's hand holding the handle of the scissors hit Song Ziqing's chest.

Yao Keqing was stunned, his eyes drooped, and as soon as his hand was loosened, the scissors fell to the ground, making a lot of noise.

If everyone else was awake, Yao Keqing might panic, but now that the people in the courtyard are asleep, they won't wake up no matter how loud the sound is, so Yao Keqing didn't hear this small sound.

Yao Keqing withdrew his hand and didn't pick up the scissors that fell on the ground, but just shouted in a low voice, "Get out!

"I'm here to tell you something, there's something I've been thinking about for a long time, and I think I should tell you!"

"Heh~" Yao Keqing sneered, "I'm really embarrassed, I also have something to tell you, and I've been thinking about this matter for a long time, that is, I don't want to know what you want to say!"

Yao Keqing's words were obviously angry words, he didn't say that she was angry at the beginning, but now he wants to say that she is still angry, what is this not angry words?

"Vivi, do you know how long it took me to have the courage to come to you? It's not that I don't want to tell you, but I said it, and I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it...... I'd rather you hate me than you look down on me......"

Song Ziqing's eyes were filled with intense sadness, and through the curtain, Yao Keqing could feel his despair.

"If you don't say it, why are you so sure I can't accept it?"

"So, Vivi, if I wasn't the son of the colt, would you still want me?"