"You didn't betray me last time, how could I not know? Since, I asked you to come over from Leng Qinglang, first, I was thinking about our past relationship, and second, I didn't want you to be the second bright moon. So, would like to give you another chance. ”

"The old slave is grateful to the young lady."

Leng Qinghuan put down the comb in his hand and turned around: "If you can be honest with me and tell the truth, then everything can't be a handle on you, and Leng Qinglang can no longer use this to blackmail you and do those things you don't like with your conscience."

And I'm here, as long as you are willing to continue to be faithful to me, and you and I have written off our previous grievances, and I can forgive you for what you did before. You say, I said, right? ”

Wang Ma's cold sweat seeped down the corners of her forehead, and then meandered down, revealing her inner struggle.

"I can give you time to think about it, think it through, and come back to me. Whether it's a quick knife to cut through the mess, a strong man breaks his wrist, or keeps swaying from side to side, it's not a person inside and out, you can do it yourself. ”

Leng Qinghuan got up, but Wang Ma didn't move, raised her face, gave herself two slaps in the face, and said categorically: "Miss, the old slave is willing to explain, the old slave is sorry for you." ”

Leng Qinghuan was already clear, and said lightly: "Say it." ”

"For a while, the old slave was really uncomfortable, and he couldn't even sleep well, and he couldn't regret it. However, I don't dare to say it, lest I say it, Miss, you will be angry with an old slave again.

The old slave has served Miss for so many years, and he is not the kind of slave who sells his master for glory and forgets his righteousness. But you also know that our lives were in Aunt Jin's hands at the beginning, so I didn't dare not listen.

On that day, I went to Nanshan Nunnery to offer incense, and the old slave was lost for a while, and obeyed the instructions of Aunt Jin and gave you three different sandalwoods. The old slave didn't know what the sandalwood was used for at that time, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became, and he hurriedly returned to the Buddha hall, but he couldn't find any trace of you everywhere, and the old slave felt regretful.

After that, you came back safe and sound, and the old slave breathed a sigh of relief, secretly glad that you were safe and sound, and didn't think much about it. If the old slave knew that they were so vicious, and that the three incense sticks I gave me were mixed with acacia powder, the old slave would never have done such a despicable thing. Now I am still being manipulated by the second lady to blackmail me. ”

Leng Qinghuan looked at her quietly: "Do you really know that you are wrong?" ”

"I really knew that I was wrong, the old slave saw the fate of Mingyue and Zhiqiu, and the old slave suddenly woke up. Now that I have told my mistakes, even if you beat me, scold me, and punish me, I feel open-minded, I don't have to worry about it, and I live tremblingly. ”

"Then if one day, the prince asks about that day, are you willing to explain the truth?"

Wang Ma gritted her teeth: "As long as the young lady is willing to forgive the old slave, what else can the old slave not be able to forgive?" ”

Leng Qinghuan smiled slightly: "No one is a sage, I understand your situation at that time, Wang Ma, since you have not been investigated, you are willing to stop taking it to heart." ”

Wang Ma thanked her for her kindness, scolded herself for being confused, kowtowed a few times, wiped a handful of tears, and went out.

Until nightfall, the gate to the sky was closed. And it's locked, and the key is in Leng Qinghuan's hand.

Doudou sat on the steps, holding his cheeks and wondering: "Who is our young lady guarding against?" What is the use of the thief flying the eaves and walking on the wall, even if the door is locked? ”

As if to confirm what Doudou said, a black shadow fell lightly in the courtyard, as light and silent as cotton wool.

Doudou wanted to shout "assassin", but swallowed it halfway. Because this uninvited thief is a little familiar, it is his own high, heroic and invincible god of war.

She got up "poutingly", and just wanted to kneel, but was dragged by Mama Diao and quietly slipped back to her room.

She really couldn't rest assured that her young lady was going to look out of the window: "Mama Diao, why didn't the prince knock on the door and fly the eaves to the wall?" In the middle of the night, I went to the lady's room, and it was not appropriate for a lonely man and a widow to be in the same room! ”

Diao Mama snorted angrily: "The princess is the wife of the prince Ming Media, and it is not suitable for the two to live in separate rooms." ”

Doudou is the easiest to rebel, and when I heard Diao Mama say this, it seemed to make some sense.

"What if Miss knocks on my door in the middle of the night? To save or not to save? ”

Diao Mama pursed her lips and smiled: "If you are not afraid that the prince will demolish your house tomorrow, you can open the door." ”

Doudou shrunk his neck, as if this was the case, and closed the door: "Mama Diao, will you sleep with me today?" ”

Leng Qinghuan hadn't slept yet, leaning on the bed, holding a book and reading absent-mindedly.

What happened yesterday was too sudden, and Murong Qi's sudden "grace" caught her off guard.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I couldn't help but think of that rainy night in Nanshan Nunnery, the dripping night rain, mixed with the damp fragrance of wisteria flowers.

Many memories of the original owner have gradually blurred in her mind, but this night is still unforgettable. I remember the eagle mask on the man's face, the heroic sword eyebrows, and his mellow and hoarse voice, and ask myself, "Who are you?" ”

If there is no such night, he will definitely open his heart, accept Murong Qi, and sing with him, and grow old together.

It's a pity that even in the modern era of open folk customs, men will be angry about their wives' infidelity, not to mention the ancient times when the name is as big as the sky, and they have the flesh and blood of other men.

is as noble as Murong Qi, and keeps saying that he can accept this child. However, who knows if it is his sincerity. Even if it is now, it may not be in the future. He can't be free forever.

If you fall in love with this man like a moth to a fire, in the end, you must be the one who is hurt.

There was movement outside the door, and someone gently pushed it. The door has long been tethered.

Leng Qinghuan was taken aback: "Who?" ”

As soon as the words came out, the flower window moved, and Murong Qi had already jumped in.

Leng Qinghuan was like a little wild cat in danger, even the hairs on his back stood up, and he looked Murong Qi up and down vigilantly: "Dignified lord, if you go over the wall and through the window, if you are seen, won't you be majestic and sweep the floor?" ”

"Is there still majesty in the presence of this king? Go back to your room like a thief. ”

Murong Qi walked straight to the side of the bed and began to undress slowly.

Leng Qinghuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and shrank into the bed: "The joy of housewarming, don't you pick an auspicious day for the zodiac?" ”

Murong Qi looked at her playfully: "Today is not only suitable for relocation, but also easier to marry, cave house." ”

"But the concubine is guilty of eight characters today, and it is not suitable for anything except sleeping."

Murong Qi's eyes flashed narrowly, and he looked at her playfully: "Is this sleep that the princess said a static word or a verb?" ”

Leng Qinghuan's face turned red with a "swish".

Murong Qi had already neatly taken off his coat, lay down beside her, supported his forehead with his hand, and looked at Leng Qinghuan with a vigilant face: "You come over, or is this king going over?" ”