It was a portrait, Chu Lingye had been pinching it in her hand just now, and she was picked up by Lu Xiao before she landed on the ground, the room was very dark at this time, and she couldn't see what was on the portrait.

Whose portrait would it be that would make him fall asleep?

Are the flowers blooming?

An Xin's heart shook a little gloomy, and she quickly put the portrait on the desk and hurriedly chased out the door.

"Just put it here?"

"Yes, tap to put, thank you."

An Xin guided Lu Xiao to put Chu Lingye on the bed, and then carefully took off his coat and covered the quilt for him, everything was in order, and when she raised her head, she found that Lu Xiao was staring at her with a strange gaze.

"What's wrong?"

An Xin was puzzled.

"Nothing."

Lu Xiao quietly gathered the softness in his eyes, turned around, and walked out quickly.

The gentle and virtuous appearance when she took care of Chu Ling at night made him feel that she was Yan'er in front of him, but he woke up in a blink of an eye, leaving only endless regret and distress......

The pain in the glance before he turned around touched her: "Where are you going?" ”

"I'll wait for you outside the courtyard, and I'll see you in a quarter of an hour."

Leaving a faint sentence, he didn't turn his head back.

"Hey!"

An Xin wanted to stop him, but he had already gone out of the door, and he closed the door tightly.

She hadn't promised to go with him, and the man was gone?

An Xin chased out, opened the door, and saw a long figure hurrying through the candle-lit courtyard, flying over the high courtyard wall like a shadow, and quickly disappearing into the night outside.

How can such a scene be so familiar?

Suddenly, An Xin recalled a scene from the past:

It was the second day of her marriage to Ling Ye, and when she helped the drunk and unconscious Chu Ling Ye out of the dining room at night, the two of them fell down the steps, Leng Yue'e, Chu Jiaowan and Hua Siying sent Ling Ye to see the doctor, and it was on that night that she felt someone gently caress her for the first time. Touching her, she woke up to find a long black shadow flying across the courtyard.

An Xin looked at the empty main room, and in an instant, she suddenly remembered clearly that the figure that night was almost exactly the same as the figure of the man just now!

She immediately understood the fresh breath of the morning breeze in the bamboo forest on the man's body, why did she always feel familiar......

Could it be that the "dreams" that made her feel warm and warm in the past many late nights were not dreams at all, but real ones?

Could it be that the person who cared for her again and again in the middle of the night was actually him?

But she didn't know him, so why did he do it?

He just said that he was going to take her to meet her biological sister?

Countless questions kept tossing and turning in her mind, and after all, she couldn't resist her curiosity, so she closed the door for Chu Lingye and hurriedly walked out.

……

In the past, there were always family members and maids coming and going in the palace courtyard even at night, but tonight for some reason, the courtyard was very deserted.

An Xin walked out of the yard and looked around for a long time before he found the long figure, he was standing under the shadow of the tree on the side of the road, and the moonlight cast a mottled shadow on his lonely body, which made him even more lonely.

An Xin slowly walked to his side and looked up at him, with a little defensiveness in her clear eyes: "How did you get in and out of the palace freely?" ”

There are many night patrol guards in the palace, and each guard in it is extremely high-quality, and strangers will never be able to enter and exit freely.

A clear gaze flickered across her face, and he only curled the corners of his lips slightly, as if he didn't want to understand her.

It's this kind of Qinggao who rejects people thousands of miles away, as if she is making trouble unreasonably, and he doesn't bother to deal with her at all...... The corners of An Xin's mouth hooked up a trace of helplessness, and she asked reluctantly:

"You often come into my room late at night, for what? Who are you? What exactly do you want to do to me? ”