Like a dream, Leng Qinghuan in a coma returned to a month ago, and her stepmother took her and Leng Qinglang to Nanshan Nunnery to pray for blessings, and stayed in Nanshan at night in a rainy night.

She knelt alone in front of the statue of Nuwa Niangniang, lowered her eyes, and sincerely prayed for her brother who was sick in bed. The sandalwood on the incense table curls and exudes a sweet smell.

She felt her sanity gradually becoming unconscious, and her body was not only weak, but also hot.

Outside the Buddha hall, there were sneaky footsteps and lewd whispers of men, and she was startled, and struggled to get up, thinking of hiding behind the Buddha statue for a while.

The candle flame in the hall was suddenly extinguished, and it was pitch black all around, and she suddenly crashed into a strange embrace, covered her lips and jumped up to the roof, and flew under the wisteria trellis in the back mountain.

The clear scent of snow lotus in the man's arms made her immediately wrap around his strong waist like a vine.

There was a flash of lightning, and the reflection was pale, but she only saw the other party's face with a half-cut eagle mask, and slender sword eyebrows.

The other party's breathing was rapid and heavy, and he savagely tore open her neckline, and the hot lips fell under her collarbone, and the red lotus guarding the palace sand, which was unique to the daughter of the Leng family, was hot and domineering.

She was like a dehydrated fish, losing the last of her clarity and becoming greedy and anxious. I only remember that the man once asked her in a low voice, "Who are you?" ”

Her thin voice was staccato and staccato: "Cold... Qing..."

The words that followed were shattered again with the pain that swept in.

That night, the warblers sang and swallows cried, the wisteria rained, and the flowers fell everywhere.

When she came to her senses, she was already in a strange meditation room. The red lotus palace that represents the chastity of her daughter has disappeared without a trace, and there are still wisteria petals and the moisture of the night rain on the tips of her hair.

Stepmother and Leng Qinglang are looking for her traces everywhere.

This nightmare has been haunting Leng Qinghuan for more than a month. Although later, under the ulterior motives of her stepmother and Leng Qinglang, she reluctantly passed under the pretext of getting lost, but the loss of festival made her miserable and depressed every day.

Dizziness and some pain. Someone kept sobbing in her ear, Leng Qinghuan in a coma really woke up, her heart, neck, and back were not in pain, and the maid was crying in front of her and her eyes were swollen.

All around, broken tables and chairs, leaky doors and windows, and cobwebbed beams are very shabby. It took her a long time before she remembered that her current situation was worse than death, which coincided with the nightmare of Shicai, and she closed her eyes again in frustration.

Thinking that she had fainted again, Doudou threw himself on her body and shook vigorously: "Miss, Miss? You can't leave your pockets behind! ”

The wound of the heart hurts and the pain is sharp. She couldn't help but snort, and accepted the fact that she had crossed over: "Where am I?" ”

"In the Qiwang Mansion, Miss. You've been in a coma for a whole day. He sniffed, glanced at the tattered tent, and said uncomfortably: "It's just in the grocery room, the prince said, said, let you fend for yourself, no one is allowed to be pitiful." ”

Leng Qinghuan glanced at the wound in his heart, which had been clumsily bandaged, and it should be the craftsmanship of Doudou. I really have a big life.

She smiled bitterly: "Aren't you afraid that I will dirty the territory of his palace?" ”

"I'm afraid." There was a yin and yang strange ridicule at the door: "If it weren't for Shen Shizi's intercession, saying that the old lady's condition is unstable, and you still need to be treated." Even if you die at the gate of the palace, you will be directly wrapped in a straw mat and thrown to a mass grave. ”

Leng Qinghuan narrowed his eyes: "Leng Qinglang!" ”

Leng Qinglang Zhu Huancui, wearing a carmine gold thread embroidered Ruyi pattern Luo skirt, Huan Pei walked into the room with a dingdong, and covered his nose with a handkerchief in disgust: "Sister, you are really fateful, you can't die with scissors, you can't die with scissors, you can't die with a prince, you can wake up again after so much blood." ”

Leng Qinghuan was supported by the pocket, and sat up with difficulty: "The coming day is long, why are you in a hurry?" ”

"I'm not in a hurry," Leng Qinglang giggled, like an old hen hugging a nest, and glanced meaningfully at her messy neckline: "I'm afraid that sister, you don't have much time to come." A woman who has lost her virginity still wants to be a princess? Wait to be immersed in the pig cage! ”

After all, this kind of thing is disgraceful, and Murong Qi will not go around preaching.

Leng Qinghuan looked down at the Red Lotus Guarding Palace who had disappeared without a trace on his chest, and suddenly raised his head: "You hurt me, didn't you?" Last time I went to Nanshan for incense, you did it to my sandalwood? ”

Otherwise, in the middle of the night, how could there be men in and out of the nunnery?

Leng Qinglang covered his lips proudly, and used a voice that only two people could hear: "Since you guessed, I'm not afraid to tell you, the person who hurt you is not me, those two hired puffers are a step late, who knows which wild man you ran with in the middle of the night?" We thought that something had gone wrong and that the plan had failed.

Who knew that my sister actually gave me such a big surprise on the wedding day, my sister watched it with relish on the side, thinking about the prince's iron-green face at that time, I guess, it must be your ugly thing exposed, isn't it? ”

Leng Qinghuan grinded his back molars: "You hurt me like this, just to replace me and marry King Qi?" ”

Leng Qinglang smiled, the steps on his head swayed, and the golden light flashed: "The Qi King is the proud son of the sky, he can be good at writing and martial arts, and he is handsome, and the position of the princess of the Qi King's Mansion was originally mine." It was your short-lived mother who took away the place of my mother's main room, and you took the title of my daughter-in-law, and what originally belonged to me must be taken back little by little. ”

"So, that day, you deliberately acted in front of the Qi King, creating the illusion that I pushed you into the water, framed me with red mouth and white teeth, and then seduced him in disheveled clothes?" Leng Qinghuan asked disdainfully.

"Yes and what? On that day, the prince came to the Prime Minister's Mansion and passed by the garden with my father, and I originally just wanted to tear open your collar to verify whether your Chilian Shougong Sand is still there, so as to expose your loss of virginity on the spot.

Who knew that you were so wary that you pushed me away, and I could only pretend to be overboard. That's right, my clothes were deliberately untied by myself, just to seduce the prince, so that the prince can hate you, think that you are a vicious poisonous woman, and regret marrying me on the spot, this generation is worth it. ”

"You say so much, aren't you afraid that I will tell the prince?"

Leng Qinglang laughed proudly, and glanced at her and Doudou with disdain: "Out of my mouth, into your ears, who will believe it?" Leng Qinghuan, don't forget your current identity, disgrace the family, the prince hates, the world despises, do you think, do you still have a way to live? ”

Her nails coated with impatiens juice slowly stroked Leng Qinghuan's pale face: "As long as I return to my father and know, I believe he will be willing to let me give you a ride, it is better to die than to be abandoned, so that I can still preserve the innocent reputation of the Prime Minister's Mansion." ”

Doudou was shocked and rushed over: "You are talking nonsense, let go of my young lady!" ”

"Smack!" A slap was so vicious that the whole person fell to the ground.

"! There's no place for you to speak here! ”

Leng Qinghuan's eyes suddenly burst out of a cold air, grabbed Leng Qinglang's wrist, and exerted all his strength, only to hear the sound of "click", Leng Qinglang screamed miserably: "Ah! ”

Leng Qinghuan clenched her teeth and said word by word: "Dare to touch her again!" ”

Leng Qinglang was caught off guard, she didn't expect that she would have such strength when she was already injured and dying. changed his arrogance and arrogance, and begged in a trembling voice: "Sister, I don't dare." Please, let me go. ”

The door of the room was kicked open from the outside, and Murong Qi swept in like a gust of wind, and his big hand like iron tongs held Leng Qinghuan's wrist: "Leng Qinghuan, you are looking for death!" ”

It hurt so much that Leng Qinghuan snorted, and had to let go of Leng Qinglang's hand, breaking out in a cold sweat, and his wrist was almost broken.

Leng Qinglang let out a coquettish cry, and threw himself into Murong Qi's arms, his body trembling like a fallen leaf: "Lord save me!" ”

Murong Qi shook off Leng Qinghuan and looked down at Leng Qinglang in his arms distressedly: "I told you in advance when I came, stay away from this crazy woman, you are still so kind to visit her and give her a chance to harm you." ”