The curtain moves slightly.

In the dim candlelight, a slender figure reflected in the tent, her hair rippling, slowly faded off her clothes.

His hand stretched out from his tent.

The snow-white fox fur was gently placed on the soft chair at the head of the bed.

This boudoir is actually just a cubicle in the study.

The two rooms are interconnected, separated only by half-moon curtains on either side.

The delicate beauty soft couch is not far from the bed.

Every time Miss Qin Er is sleepy, she will rest here, and she hasn't returned to her original room for a long time.

Song Ruyue sat on the beauty couch with her back to the bed, quietly reading a book by candlelight.

When I turned around, I could see the slender figure reflected on the curtain.

She flipped through a few pages, glanced back, and wondered, "Weimo, what are you doing sitting there?" Aren't you sleepy? Socks and skirts don't seem to be taken off, right? Need help from your mother? ”

Qin Weimo's weak voice immediately came from the curtain: "No, mother, Weimo himself...... Take off ......"

Not much.

A pair of snow-white socks protruded from the inside and landed on the soft chair outside.

Then, plain white clothes and skirts......

Finally, the jade hairpin on his head was removed, and his hair was scattered.

The slender figure sitting on the curtain finally lay down slowly and got into the quilt.

The room was silent.

Song Ruyue sat on the soft floor and continued to quietly flip through the book.

Outside the house, Zhu'er and Qiu'er's little faces were already frightened, and their legs were weak, and they almost sat on the ground.

Approaching the sub-time.

Song Ruyue seemed to feel a little tired from sitting.

She yawned, stretched, and stepped down from the slump toward the bed in the cubicle.

The two people lying on the bed suddenly tensed up at the same time and began to tremble.

"Whew-"

Song Ruyue walked to the head of the bed and blew out the red candle next to her.

Then he looked at the bed, stretched out his hand, and seemed to want to open the curtain to take a look, but his hand reached halfway, retracted again, and whispered to himself: "Weimo slept so well tonight, and didn't cough...... Don't wake her up......"

After saying that, he turned around and walked to the door.

In the quilt, the two tense bodies began to relax slowly.

At this moment, Song Ruyue, who was just about to walk to the door, suddenly stopped again and muttered to herself, "Or...... Sleep in Weimo's bed tonight, right? The girl is already asleep, I secretly fell asleep, and it should be fine. ”

The two people who were huddled in the quilt on the bed trembled again, and their whole bodies tensed.

"Forget it, let's sleep on the beauty couch...... Beauty couch, specially prepared for beauty......"

Song Ruyue gently opened the door in the past, and whispered to the maids and grandmothers who were still holding their breath and watching outside: "Go back to sleep, I will sleep here tonight, and I will go back by myself tomorrow morning." ”

Those maids and grandmothers immediately breathed a sigh of relief, bowed, and retreated silently.

Song Ruyue looked at Qiu'er and Zhu'er next to her again, and said, "You also go to the side room to sleep, you don't have to keep vigil." Weimo slept very quietly tonight, no coughing, and I was watching in the room. ”

Qiu'er and Zhu'er hurriedly bowed their heads and said, "Yes, madam." ”

When Song Ruyue closed the door and returned to the beauty couch, the two little maids suddenly weakened their legs and almost fell to the ground.

The two supported each other and went to the opposite side room, and secretly said in their hearts at the same time: "What to do, what to do, my uncle is still inside......"

Song Ruyue returned to the beauty couch, leaned sideways, lay down gracefully, pulled a velvet blanket from the side, and covered her body.

Soon, he closed his eyes.

Silence returned to the room.

On the table in the corner, a thick red candle was still lit, burning silently.

On the bed, in a soft and hazy curtain.

The two shrank under the quilt and looked at each other, both of them avoiding each other.

The girl's beautiful cheeks were covered with redness, and her eyes were shining, and in the dark, she was delicate and lovely.

The dress on her body had faded, and she was wearing only a moon-white obscene dress inside, revealing her snow-white fragrant shoulders and collarbones, and a pair of soft and delicate little feet, unnaturally placed, touching the calves of the young man beside her.

The hair scattered on the pillow, like a silky satin, spread under the two of them.

The two of them lay there, not daring to move.

After a long time.

It was still silent outside.

At this time, Luo Qingzhou, who had been stiff for a long time, finally moved his body cautiously, and looked at the shy and moving girl beside him.

The charming fragrance and the hot breath of the girl come to the face.

Luo Qingzhou said in a low voice, "She should be asleep...... I'm ......."

The little hand in the quilt suddenly covered his mouth.

On the beauty couch outside, Song Ruyue's voice suddenly came: "Weimo, did you just speak?" Is it uncomfortable? Do you need your mother to see you? ”

Luo Qingzhou's heart jumped, and his body stiffened again.

The girl's little hand was still covering his mouth, and she shook her head slightly, her mouth closed, and she did not respond.

After a while.

Song Ruyue's muttering came from outside: "It's really strange tonight, this girl didn't cough at all, did those medicines work?" God forbid ......"

The girl's eyelashes fluttered, she bit her lip slightly, blushed her little face, and moved her head inside, sticking to his neck.

The little hand was still on his mouth and didn't take it away.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to move.

It's quiet outside.

Outside the window, the cold wind was still whining, and the snowflakes were falling.

The night passed quietly.

In the wee hours of the morning.

Listening to the rain garden on a moonlit night, a figure faced the wind and snow, sneakily came to the lake, looked left and right, and walked to the lake, full of disappointment, pouted and muttered: "It's not there." ”

She stood by the lake for a while, then walked to the corner, untied the belt around her waist, took off her skirt, and revealed a slender girl's body as white as jade in the wind and snow.

"Poof!"

She jumped into the warm water and closed her eyes comfortably.

After soaking for a while, Fang lay on the rock where Luo Qingzhou often lay in the shallow water, and closed his eyes with a face full of enjoyment.

After a while, she opened her eyes again and sighed, muttering, "It's a pity that my uncle didn't come, if I could be with my uncle...... Mandarin ducks playing in the water...... Bah, people don't want it! People must always be a delicate and tender flower of ice and jade, so as not to be stained by the lustful uncle! ”

Not much.

Another cold figure, sword in hand, silently came to the lake at his feet.

She suddenly heard the sound of water splashing in the corner, her eyes froze, she clenched the sword in her hand, walked around the flowerbed next to her, and then stretched out her head and peeked into the lake.

A snow-white figure was lying on the rocks in the water, two small hands were paddling restlessly in the water, and the body was also twisting slightly, as if it was a fish.

There was no other figure but her.

The cold girl hiding in the flowers, exhaled softly, and was about to leave, her brows suddenly frowned, and she continued to wait patiently, looking at the door in the distance.

The cold wind is howling and the snow is fluttering.

The girl held the cold sword in her hand, crouched among the flowers, and waited motionlessly.

He asked her to come here often to bathe.

Bai Ling said that he actually wanted to come and peek at her body, so he encouraged her to come here to bathe.

But will he peek at her?

Even if he wants to peek, he will only peek at Bailing, right?

The girl thought in a daze among the flowers, until the lark came ashore and suddenly found her.

"Hey, Chanchan, why are you squatting here? Shocking. You...... You're not going to peek at people's baths, are you? Woo, Xiao Chanchan, it turns out that you are such a person! ”

After Bai Ling found her, he didn't even wear clothes, and directly hugged her and went crazy, trying to drag her back into the water.

He didn't stop until he saw her little face pale and her body trembling.

"Chanchan, with me, are you still afraid of water? Look at you, are you scared like this? It's very shallow, and there are a lot of rocks in it, and you can stand on it. ”

"If you don't learn to go into the water, you won't be able to talk to your uncle in the future...... Hehe, the mandarin ducks are playing in the water. ”

The cold figure broke free of her and walked away quickly.

Not much.

She came to the outside of the small courtyard, stared blankly at the closed courtyard door for a while, and then silently walked to the eaves, holding her sword, and stood there alone.

Until dawn.

Luo Qingzhou didn't feel the slightest sleepiness.

The girl in his arms, her little face was hot, and she didn't seem to be asleep.

The two didn't dare to speak or move, so they could only wait for dawn silently in such an embarrassing posture.

When the sky is bright.

Song Ruyue, who was lying on the beauty couch outside, finally got up, sat in the dark for a while, got off the bed, went over to open the door, and left quietly.

Silence returned to the room.

Another moment passed.

Luo Qingzhou finally breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered to the girl in his arms: "Second Miss, your mother is gone......

The girl was clinging to his arms, breathing evenly and motionless.

Asleep?

Luo Qingzhou gently removed her head and arms, got up cautiously, opened the curtain and got out of bed, and was about to take the opportunity to leave when there was a sudden sound of footsteps at the door.

His face changed, and he immediately returned to the bed and slipped into the quilt.

The door opened.

Song Ruyue went and returned, returned to the beauty couch and lay down, and soon became quiet again.

Luo Qingzhou secretly complained.

(End of chapter)