The concubine was lying against the wall as before, and she only said that she should not let down her thoughts tonight, and she closed her eyes tiredly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The rumbling wind outside the window is still there. Those who have an urgency to urinate can't help it, and they also go to the waist of the cat, and the cat goes back again, coming and going in a hurry. It's really a toss to be on such a day all of a sudden.

Charcoal had just been added to the smoker, and the sparks crackled, reflecting the dark night, which was really a little more lively.

"Sister Aoizhi, you've been up for half a night. Let me do it, you go and squint for a moment. Biyue came over and took the fire stick.

"Biyue, don't you have a headache? Why did this get up? Don't aggravate it. "Kwai Zhi didn't expect Biyue to come over, Biyue has already taken two days off. She couldn't bear to let a person who had just recovered be on duty, so she hurriedly shirked it.

"It was so neat last night, just a chance to escape. I've been sleeping here for two days, and my body is scattered. Sister, hurry up and go to the meeting. I'll leave it to me here. Biyue has always been diligent, and her mouth is sweet, and she blocked Kwai Zhi's mouth without a word.

'Really?' Aoi was still a little confused.

Biyue couldn't help but say, grabbed Aoi Zhi's hand and put it on her forehead, staring at Aoi Zhi with wide eyes and smirking.

Kwai Zhi smiled helplessly, this Biyue seemed to be a willful master, so she had to leave it to her, and after a few words of verbosity, she went to the cubicle and lay down in her clothes.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of the wind was howling, and on a night like this, people should be a little more vigilant. It's just that good people tend to ignore those potential dangers, intentionally or unintentionally.

Biyue continued to embroider the shoe pattern of the sunflower branch. After a stick of incense, the firewood in the smoker is not good again, far less bright than the red just now. Biyue stepped forward to pick up the firewood and add it to the smoker, wondering, "Why is this firewood not as good as the top one a few days ago." In a moment, it will be burned to charcoal ashes. She weighed the firewood in her hand, and the weight was gentle, and it was really not a sturdy sunken wood. I don't know who received it, how can such goods be used when they are brought back.

When Biyue was secretly slandering, something unexpected happened. But it is said that although the firewood is not good-looking, there is a lingering aroma rising from the smoker, slowly spreading. Unknown aroma, light and shallow, good smell. Biyue couldn't help but raise her face and close her eyes, and in an instant, there were only the strands of entanglement left in her heart, and even the sound of the wind outside the window seemed to be still.

It's a pity that Biyue is still too young, but I don't know that this good thing also has times when it confuses people, such as now.

In the bedroom, in the hazy room of the concubine, she heard someone talking to her. The man tugged at her arm, as if to check her pulse, and the hand was cold, and she instinctively withdrew it. The concubine suddenly opened her eyes, and couldn't help but be frightened, and only after a while did she lose her voice, "You, who are you?" How did it end up here? The man had long hair covering his face, a slender figure, and was dressed in an indigo blue and green cloth shirt, which made it impossible to distinguish between men and women.

The man obviously didn't expect the concubine to wake up, and the concubine's hand was withdrawn coldly, and her hand was still resting on the collapsed edge. After the man lost his mind for a moment, he withdrew his hand and said, "Concubine, she is really smart." “

"It's you, you're the one in the dream. But who are you? Why are you here? The concubine herself was confused, she didn't know the details of this person, and she didn't know if she was here to harm her. However, the concubine knew that this person was clear from beginning to end and knew all the truth. Will the man tell her, she asked? If it is all revealed, what is the purpose of that person?

The concubine felt like a silkworm in a cocoon, between being manipulated and palmed, and she couldn't stop. For the sake of the child, she had no choice.