Mrs. Xiang heard Xiang Mingyu's words, and her face instantly sank. beckoned to Mingying, "Ying'er come to her mother, your sister is pregnant, don't make trouble with her." Your sister is also a husband now, and at dusk, your brother-in-law will naturally come to pick her up. ”

Myeong-young twisted her body and pouted her mouth with an unhappy look. "Mother~ I haven't seen my sister for a long time, is it okay for my sister to stay today?"

Xiang Mingyu scratched her nose, "Mother told you, come over quickly." ”

Xiang Mingying reluctantly let go of Xiang Mingyu's hand, walked to Mrs. Xiang's side and sat down obediently. Mrs. Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and said to Xiaohui below, "Xiaohui take your young lady back to rest." Now that she has a body, she can't worry about it. ”

Xiang Mingyu stroked her, "Mother Mingyu went back." ”

"Well, slow down." Lukewarm, Xiang Mingying's simple mind, didn't notice the attitude between her mother and sister at all, or they were deliberately not letting Xiang Mingying find out. Xiang Mingyu left her sight, Mrs. Xiang finally breathed a sigh of relief, hugged Xiang Mingying beside her and said, "Don't mess with your sister in the future, now that she is pregnant, you must be more careful, pay attention." You mischievous man, don't come to her. Did you know? ”

"Oh, but I don't have a problem with my sister. Why am I so stupid in my mother's eyes? Xiang Mingying changed her little thorn in front of Fu Qingming, and now she is extremely aggrieved. It's clearly a child who hasn't grown up yet, and it's extremely simple.

"You!" patted her on the back and sighed, "If you had one ten-thousandth of your sister, I wouldn't have to worry about it like this." ”

Xiang Mingying smiled, "Yes, yes, what you want to say is right, my mother and sister are both exquisite." Where is it like me, it's an elm pimple, but I have a mother, a sister, and a father and brothers. You love me so much, who dares to treat me badly? Mother, do you think I'm right? "A simple and delicate little daughter's appearance, where is there still that aggressive momentum. In fact, the reason why she dealt with Qingming like that was entirely because she had never seen her mother bow down to anyone, but in front of a little girl, out of love for her mother, she naturally couldn't see it. It's just a little girl's expression of love for her mother.

Xiang Mingyu returned to her former boudoir, which was spotless, which showed that the subordinates cleaned this place very carefully on weekdays. They still respect her, but why...... She didn't understand, she couldn't figure it out. Xiaohui couldn't see that her master had drilled the tip of the horns again, so she had no choice but to step forward and pour her a glass of warm water. "Miss."

Xiang Mingyu never shied away from anything in front of Xiaohui, nor did he hide it. Holding the teacup in both hands, he said dejectedly. "Xiaohui, what do you say about me, why can't I get her favor? What the hell is wrong with me, I have been sensible, obedient, and well-behaved since I was a child. Don't let her worry about everything, why she doesn't have me in her eyes. ”

Xiaohui didn't know that her young lady was uncomfortable again, and so was Madame, young lady was pregnant, and she never cared about Miss in the slightest. even ignored her at her uncle's house, if it weren't for the fact that their mother and daughter looked alike, she would have wondered if the young lady was the lady's child. But what to do, Mrs. is not a matter of a day or two, but her own young lady is a person who loves to drill the horns. If you can't get anything, you have to find out. She had to be comforted, "A mother's love for her child is always a little different, because Miss is the eldest sister, so be strict with you in order to set an example for the younger sister below." How could Madame not have you in her heart, every time she went out, when she didn't take you by her side, and when did she not praise you with those ladies and ladies? Have you ever seen her take the second lady out? No, the second lady was just favored by Mrs. at home, but outside, Mrs. never mentioned her. Miss, you have to relax, now that you are pregnant, you can't move. As he spoke, he patted her on the back and gave her a soothing.

After listening to Xiaohui's words, Xiang Mingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I know I know everything, but I also want to snuggle in my mother's arms like a sister, be coquettish to my mother, and be a little daughter, but I also know my mother's thoughts."

Xiaohui finally breathed a sigh of relief, waiting for her aunt to come and pick up the young lady back to the house as soon as possible.

After Fu Qingming left the banquet, he experienced Xiang Mingyu again, not to mention that he was haggard in his heart, and he was always tired. Sitting on the chaise longue, Han Lang was fanning her on the side, Fu Qingming took the fan over, "Sit, you don't have to do this." ”

Han Lang was a little apprehensive, "Qingming is actually ......" Fu Qingming looked at the fan in his hand, and there was a picture of a beauty painted on it. Laughing skillfully, she couldn't help but look a little distracted, she didn't put any pressure on Han Lang at all. Han Lang's expression eased, and he suddenly knelt at Fu Qingming's feet, and Fu Qingming was frightened. Jumped off the chaise longue with a swish, retreated again and again and almost fell, "The eldest sister doesn't bring this, it's impossible to make such a big gift." I'm going to lose my life, and I want to live a few more days. ”

Han Lang knelt on the ground and moved in the direction of Fu Qingming, who was so frightened that he jumped up and jumped away from her direction. bent his waist slightly, his hands in front of him, "Stop, Hanlang, you stop me, if you have something to say, don't be like this, the old lady is going to be angry!" ”

Han Lang raised his head to face her and smiled bitterly, "Your Royal Highness is really not Your Royal Highness." ”

Fu Qingming's body stiffened, and then he laughed, "It must be different, wasn't it better to be dumbfounded before?"

Han Lang shook his head, "No, Your Highness has never been stupid. "That's for sure.

Fu Qingming's pupils shrank, the hairpin in her hand was already against Han Lang's neck, and the reflex arc of her brain had already taken action before she could react. Han Lang didn't care at all, his eyes looked at her clearly, "From the beginning, I knew that you were not Your Royal Highness, and I also knew some hidden things." It's just that there is no evidence, and now it is determined that you are indeed not the original little highness, but a wisp of foreign soul occupies the body of the little highness. "The knife in the neck was already embedded in the flesh, and the blood splattered on the spot. Han Lang didn't mean to resist timidity at all, and faced Fu Qingming sincerely, "I don't know your name, but I ask you very earnestly, do you trust me?" ”

Fu Qingming tensed his body and was unmoved, vigilant, "Who else?" ”

"Holy Lord, Prime Minister."

As Han Lang's words fell, Fu Qingming's whole body shook. Her pupils shrank suddenly, and Han Lang grabbed her arm, "Be careful." Reach out and grab the fallen hairpin and insert it back into the top of her hair. At a speed visible to the naked eye, Fu Qingming's whole person seemed to be much older, Han Lang pursed his lips and helped her to the stool, and handed her a glass of water to suppress the shock. Fu Qingming's eyes were expressionless, and he lay on the table decadently. The eyes that lost their look were extremely empty, and Han Lang's heart ached. She had also experienced such a feeling of helplessness, loss and suffocation, and such a large figure shrouded Fu Qingming, as if it was giving her silent comfort.

"Hehe, hehe......" Voices popped out of Fu Qingming's mouth one by one, clenched his fists tightly, and closed his eyes. Suddenly, a pair of warm hands behind her back put on her shoulders and squeezed them gently, and she froze. Eased his emotions, "Han Lang, why are you helping me?" ”

"I don't know, I just want to help you want to protect you, this feeling comes from the bottom of my heart. It's weird, isn't it, but I think it's weird too. Han Lang sat down and leaned against Fu Qingming. Fu Qingming looked at the scenery outside the window, and suddenly felt that it had changed, the previous elegance was gone, and he was depressed wherever he looked. "This time I came to Beijing, the task given to me by the Holy Lord was the vitality that Su Wanruo left me. I trust everyone but the patriarch, and I won't be wholeheartedly even the Holy Lord. But at that time, it was the patriarch who found me a way to live, alas~" rolled up his sleeves and stared at the scars on his body, "Because of Han Bingluo, I was rejected by the people in the clan, obviously I was the victim, but they only saw the changes in my body and regarded me as a scourge." The injuries on this body are all given by the people in the Bai tribe, but what to do, I still have to live, I can only become strong and invulnerable, and no one dares to provoke me if I have power. "Talking about his past, to put it mildly, seems to be just telling a person's story.

Fu Qingming could clearly feel her crying, "Have you ever hated?" ”

"Yes, but that was when I was a kid. Now that I've let go, I've had enough of it before, and I don't want to continue to live in pain. All yearning is the happiness of the future, and I can resonate with you, maybe that's why I want to be close to you. ”

"Look, what you say, am I so miserable? Han Lang, do you know how I was able to enter Fu Qingming's body? "That's the point, she doesn't want to die and be used by others.

Han Lang thought for a moment, "The Holy Clan of Witches has a forbidden technique against the sky, which can take the soul of a person who has just died and inject it into an empty shell. Continue to survive, I think you should be like this, but how could Fu Qingming, who was originally so good, suddenly lose her own soul, I don't know. ”

Fu Qingming tilted his head to look at her, "Why do you want to tell me this?" ”

"I like you, I like you from the bottom of my heart," Fu Qingming looked constipated, and he realized it later, "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person I like, I'm very kind to you." Or maybe I want to get rid of the Witch Clan and live the life I yearn for, maybe this is the truest wish in my heart. ”

"You're going to work with me?" Fu Qingming raised his eyebrows.

"You can say it this way, you can't say it like this, after all, I really like you, and I like it from the bottom of my heart."

"Han Lang," the fan rubbed between Fu Qingming's eyebrows, "What, don't you believe it?" Han Lang's expression was anxious,

Fu Qingming shook his head, "Anyone who has experienced such a desperate situation, the darkness in his heart spreads boundlessly, like?" Oh, you're right, you feel the same breath from me, I do experience the pain of despair, and it is because of my experience that I know how much darkness a person's heart can hide. How can such a person easily like other people and accept other people? Shaking his head again, "I can understand that you want to cooperate with me, and the interests of cooperation tend to be tended." There was a hint of a smile but a chill.