Walking to the gate of Yimei Courtyard, he heard Lin Qingmei's disgusted shout: "Biyu, this thing stinks!" Go and throw it away! ”

It is exactly the same as the previous life, full of innocent voices. He stepped into the small courtyard and heard Biyu comforting: "Good girl, this is the incense brought by the eldest lady, and it can't be thrown away." The girl didn't like it, so the slave took it out and put it in the yard. ”

"Squeak" The door opened, the warm light came through, and Zhao Ling met the jasper head-on.

He walked up the steps, looked at her condescendingly, and said in a quirry tone: "Jasper? ”

This servant girl next to Lin Qingmei, he had only seen a few times in his previous life, and he was very loyal in his impression.

It's just a pity that he hated Lin Qingmei in his previous life, and he didn't like her even when he took it.

Jasper saluted: "Please Your Royal Highness the Prince." But I wondered how the prince had come to the inner courtyard.

"Give the incense in your hand to Quan'an!" As he spoke, he walked towards the boudoir, and Biyu stopped him: "Your Highness, my girl is still waiting in the boudoir, and I hope Your Highness will have mercy." ”

An idiot, already seen by the world, if she loses her reputation again, how should Lin Qingmei deal with herself in this life?

"Don't worry, you're alone." The prince in front of him stood softly, his breath was clear and clear, and his warm words were unquestionable.

Quan An, who was behind him, took the incense in Jasper's hand and pulled her away by the way.

Entering the room, there was still a faint fishy smell in the room, he came from under the osmanthus tree, full of fragrant flowers, wrapped in a sweet fragrance, diluting the fishy smell.

Lin Qingmei was sitting at the round table embroidering a handkerchief, and suddenly smelled a sweet fragrance, she raised her head, looked at the majestic-looking man in front of her, and asked innocently, "Who are you?" ”

"Mer," he choked, "I ......"

Combined, this is the first time he calls her "Mei'er", and in the past, when he mentioned her, he always used "that fool" instead. The events of his previous life were vivid, and the guilt he felt when facing her at this moment made him feel ashamed.

He stepped forward and said, "I am your husband, does Mei'er know what your husband means?" ”

If an ordinary girl's family heard such a question, most of them would be embarrassed, but Lin Qingmei didn't understand, her clear eyes sparkled and looked at him: "Husband is the one who wants to live with Mei'er for the rest of his life." Grandmother said that if Mei'er has no one to marry this year, she will marry Mei'er to a rich family in the countryside. Mei'er has an uncle who is a scholar, and her husband doesn't dare to bully Mei'er. ”

The naïve words, Zhao Ling listened to the bitterness: what kind of helpless move should the daughter of the official family be rationed to the rich peasants in the countryside?

In his previous life, he hated her very much, and after the banquet, he broke into the boudoir and ruined her innocence, and he vented all his resentment on her, but he never thought that she was also a victim. She's stupid, how can she seduce him with a delicate game?

Today's words clearly told him: It was not Mrs. Lin who set up the bureau, she would rather marry Lin Qingmei to a rich peasant than send her to be a concubine.

"Mei'er," he said, taking her hand, "don't marry a rich peasant, marry me?" ”

Lin Qingmei's hands are extremely tender and smooth, her fingers are slender, and there are a few shallow small meat sockets on the back of her hands, which are very cute. Zhao Ling couldn't help but touch it.

Lin Qingmei does not resist his closeness, she has been rejected for a long time, and she is very eager to make friends with people.

"Mei'er remembered, you are Sister Lan's husband, called Brother Ling." She stared at him for a long time, and finally pulled out a trace of his memory in the chaos.

Brother Ling...... He had heard such a title only a handful of times. In his previous life, his wife and concubine had always only called him "Your Highness" because of their status, and only she innocently called him "Brother Ling", but he hated this title.

He was categorical: "No, I am Mei'er's husband, not your sister Lan's husband." Doesn't Mei'er want to marry Brother Ling? Mei'er must know that except for Brother Ling, no one will come to propose marriage in the capital, and when the time comes, Mei'er can only cut her hair and become a nun, does Mei'er want to be a nun? ”

"Don't, don't! Meier doesn't want to be a nun! Lin Qingmei withdrew her hand to protect her hair, her head was black and straight, and the candlelight reflected like silk satin, Zhao Ling couldn't help but touch it again: Isn't being a nun a waste of such good hair?

"Then Mei'er wants to marry Brother Ling?"

"Yes, yes! Mei'er wants to marry Brother Ling. ”

Zhao Ling smiled slightly: Little Qingmei, you are really easy to deceive.

"But Brother Ling, aren't you going to marry Sister Lan? Grandmother said that Sister Lan looks gentle and gentle, but in fact, her heart is bad! It's the most suitable to marry Brother Ling. ”

Belch......

Zhao Ling choked: This is said as if he should be a bad woman.