Murong Qi directly hit the horse back to the villa.

Leng Qinghuan was clumsily learning to make needlework, with the evening's meal next to him, and he hadn't moved his chopsticks yet.

He went and returned so quickly, Leng Qinghuan was a little surprised. Especially seeing that he was still wearing the brocade robe he was wearing when he left, when he turned around and closed the door, there were still blood stains on his back.

This man has a habit of cleanliness, and if there is a stain on his robe, he will definitely change it.

Leng Qinghuan took the initiative to ask: "You didn't look for Lang Zhong?" ”

"No," Murong Qi's face was not very good, and he was a little absent-minded: "I went to find Jinyu." ”

"Really?" Leng Qinghuan immediately took his eyes off his body and asked coldly.

"I forgot to take the medicine and came back."

Leng Qinghuan took out a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao from his sleeve and threw it at him angrily.

Murong Qi took it in his hand: "I can't reach it myself." ”

Leng Qinghuan put down the needle in his hand, glanced at him, and stood up.

Murong Qi had a very high level of understanding, and immediately quickly took off his shirt and turned his back to face Leng Qinghuan.

Leng Qinghuan held the sterilized silver needle in his hand, and raised his arm a little embarrassed: "Do you show that you are tall?" “”

Murong Qi obediently half-squatted down, and blood beads immediately oozed out from his back.

Seeing that he was pleasing himself like this, Leng Qinghuan was angry and funny, stretched out his toes, hooked a brocade pier, and stuffed it under his buttocks.

Then he took out a small flashlight from his sleeve, shone the light with one hand, and carefully cleaned his wound with the other, and carefully picked out the bamboo thorns that had pierced into the flesh with a silver needle.

Neither of them spoke, and time flowed quietly, and occasionally, a candle burst out coldly.

Leng Qinghuan finally snorted and threw away the silver needle, and couldn't help but burst out: "It's just nothing to look for, you have the ability to suffer from the pain of the thorn bamboo, so you have the ability to endure these thorns, what are you pretending to be pitiful when you come to me, Bo people are distressed?" It's not a three-year-old. ”

A distressed sentence made Murong Qi's heart flutter, grabbed her hand, turned around and hugged her into his arms, his chest rose and fell with excitement.

"As long as you're not angry, what are these thorns in the flesh, and it doesn't matter if they grow in them. Anyway, it's in the back, and it doesn't prevent me from holding you. ”

How can this man climb up the pole so well? I haven't said I'm going to forgive him.

In the past, Leng Qinghuan had heard too much about men cheating after marriage. She was filled with righteous indignation every time and expressed her unforgivable words in no uncertain terms.

A cheating man is like a renminbi that falls into a dung pit, even if it is a pity to lose it, he resolutely does not let himself be disgusted.

Therefore, she really can't understand why, there are so many women who choose to forgive after their husbands cheat, is it really just because they give their children a complete home, and let themselves become Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?

Now, she understands that the reason why there is a "love" word that is difficult to give up is because of the constant cutting, and the reason for it is still messy.

Her face tightened, her tone still cold: "I didn't say I forgave you. ”

Murong Qi hugged her tightly and refused to let go, even if both of them felt suffocated, it was better than even breathing with pain.

The guard had a saying that was true, if the woman was really duplicitous, she still felt sorry for herself after all.

Murong Qi's voice was hoarse, and he paused word by word: "It doesn't matter if you forgive me or not, I can wait, I just want you to let yourself go." ”

Leng Qinghuan was silent for a while.

Now, between her and Murong Qi, it is like a leather band tied, her alienation and Murong Qi's persistence have made this leather band tense to the extreme. She couldn't leave, and she was reluctant to let go. Because as soon as he let go, Murong Qi, who was unwilling to let go, would be hurt.

She still relented.

The two ate silently, and then, blowing out the lamp, went to bed, and all said nothing.

Leng Qinghuan was facing inward, curled up, and closed his eyes tightly.

Murong Qi gently put his hand on her waist and gently rubbed her round belly, and his hot breath sprayed into her neck.

A little itchy, she rubbed her face on the pillow, like a cat, and then kept this position, nestled in Murong Qi's arms, and fell asleep deeply, having a good night's sleep.

When he woke up early the next morning, Murong Qi was no longer there, and there was still a trace of his warm breath on the pillow.

The carriage was waiting at the gate of the lodge, and it was still the same driver, but the carriage was not the same one.

This carriage is the color of the log, only a few times on the tung oil, revealing its original texture, not golden silk nanmu, but can shine in the sun with golden wire, very noble.

The original carriage was a knot in Leng Qinghuan's heart, but he didn't expect Murong Qi to be careful.

When the driver saw her, he respectfully greeted her, lifted the curtain, lowered the footstool, and invited her to get into the car. Four guards rode on tall horses, hugging the ground for protection.

Leng Qinghuan bent into the carriage, and the coachman immediately raised his horsewhip and walked along the mountain road.

The carriage was covered with soft and thick cushions, and there was a baby seat in the corner that was fully covered on all sides, which made her smile a little dumbfounded.

There are few pedestrians in the mountains, and the cold and cheerful curtains are lifted, allowing the cool and damp dew of the early morning to let in.

The coachman twisted his face and said in a slurred manner: "Princess Niangniang, there is a sentence that villains really don't vomit and are unhappy." ”

The coachman has always been diligent in his work, not good at words, and rarely chatting with himself. Today, he took the initiative to speak, and Leng Qinghuan asked with a smile: "If you have anything to say, it doesn't hurt to say it directly." ”

"Everyone in the house said, are you angry with the prince?"

Leng Qinghuan's face sank, and he admitted calmly: "Yes." ”

"Actually, the prince is really wronged in this matter. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the palace banquet was dispersed......"

"Needless to say." Leng Qinghuan interrupted him and lowered the curtain: "Did he let you be a lobbyist?" ”

The coachman deliberately slowed down the speed of his travel, and then said to himself: "That day, the side concubine dressed up as you, it was simply carved out of a mold, and the villain didn't recognize it, as you, let alone the prince drank so much wine?" ”

There was silence in the car for a while, Leng Qinghuan didn't speak, and he didn't scold him for talking. So he strengthened his courage and immediately said again: "The prince was very angry at that time, and he was furious, and immediately ordered the villain to send the side concubine Niangniang to Zhuangzi." ”

Leng Qinghuan still didn't speak, she remembered that when he came out of the palace that day and saw Leng Qinglang's coachman, he reacted with a surprised face.

Murong Qi really didn't lie, he fell for Leng Qinglang's plan.

In other words, he is more wronged than he was when he lost his life.

He was just drugged, and he was tricked. Legally, is it flake frying or frying?

He was tolerant of the insults he had suffered, and he accepted his children.

Isn't he a little too harsh on him?

After all, he is not a god, he doesn't have sharp eyes, and such a despicable and shameless means as Leng Qinglang can be said to be impossible to prevent, who would have thought of it?

The cabbage that I worked hard to raise was arched by the pig, is it a pig or a cabbage?

This was originally a sub-topic, but Leng Qinghuan struggled all the way and still couldn't let go.