This sleep passed, and it was the next morning when I woke up again.

Wen Qiao lay on his side on the bed, one arm on the quilt, and tilted his eyes horizontally, blocking some light from the outside world.

He squinted, and could feel the dim, dark inky blue light outside the panes.

As the sky blew out, the thick inky clouds of the night were gradually pushed away by a layer of inky blue clouds, and then slowly turned white over time.

It was warm in the quilt, and Wen Qiao could feel the body temperature coming from the other person next to him.

He didn't turn to look, he remained in the posture he had just woken up, and an uproar in his mind was continuing over the events of the last few days.

Just as he was thinking about it, his body felt that the person next to him seemed to move.

At this moment, Wen Qiao didn't think of anything in his heart, he turned over to Zhao Qingyan, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Because the two of them were crammed into the same bed and covered with the same quilt, the distance between him and Zhao Qingyan was very close.

The movement just now did not reappear, and Zhao Qingyan was still quiet. The light in Wen Qiao's eyes couldn't help but dim.

He was beginning to wonder if it was really because he had felt wrong just now, and Zhao Qingyan's body beside him moved again.

Zhao Qing's body first twitched rapidly, and then his whole body stiffened.

This time, Wen Qiao's feeling was not wrong, he nervously made a swallowing motion, and Zhao Qingyan's movement became obvious.

Zhao Qingyan, who was trapped in the nightmare, turned her head to the sides, and then she whimpered in her throat.

Wen Qiao hurriedly stretched out his hand and patted Zhao Qingyan's back, and called her softly, "Zhao Qingyan, Zhao Qingyan?"

The man who hadn't fully woken up struggled with his eyelids twice.

When Wen Qiao came back to his senses, Zhao Qingyan had already opened his eyes.

Wen Qiao didn't know if Zhao Qingyan had already woken up at this time, he didn't dare to move or speak.

Zhao Qingyan's head suddenly turned stiffly to Wen Qiao's side, and she quietly winked at Wen Qiao, "Wen Qiao." ”

Zhao Qingyan, who had just woken up, had a different voice from his usual voice.

Her voice was soft and soft, and the blood veins in Wen Qiao's whole body were still when she heard it.

Wen Qiao sat up from the bed, looked down at Zhao Qingyan, and asked, "How do you feel?" What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Qingyan closed her eyes tiredly, she seemed to have been crushed by the life of the previous days, shook her head lifelessly, and replied: "It's okay, but I feel that I don't have any strength in my whole body, and my brain is also groggy."

As soon as he spoke, Zhao Qingyan asked again, "Is it really you?" You're back?"

Wen Qiao heard a tone of disbelief from her words, he nodded, pressed the quilt tightly against Zhao Qingyan, and then replied, "Well, I'm back."

The quilt was lifted and covered again on Zhao Qinghao's body.

Wen Qiao turned over and got out of bed and put on a dark blue robe, and after getting dressed, he approached the bedside and looked at Zhao Qingyan with a dark expression, and said, "You have a good rest first, and I'll go to the doctor to show you."

Zhao Qingyan, who still felt tired, closed his eyes and nodded, not refusing Wen Qiao's words.

Zhao Qingyan was soon left alone in the room, and she lay on the bed and exhaled deeply.

Seeing Wen Qiao again, she felt that she had truly come to life.

What happened after Wen Qiao left was like a dream, and they quickly flashed through Zhao Qingyan's mind at this moment, illusory and real.

Zhao Qingyan was almost unable to tell whether she was in a dream or had woken up.

She thought about it for a long time, unsad or happy, until the sound of the door opening pulled her back to reality again.

Wen Qiao, who went to invite the doctor back, walked to the bedside, and when he saw Zhao Qingyan closing her eyes, she fell asleep again, "Qingyan?"

Just as she was about to reach out to touch Zhao Qingyan, she opened her eyes.

The doctor carefully examined Zhao Qingyan, and finally told Wen Qiao that she was fine.

As long as Zhao Qingyan has no problems with his body, Wen Qiao will be at ease.

He helped Zhao Qingyan up, waited for her to dress, and said, "You slept for too long, the doctor said that sleeping too long is not good for your health, I will take you out for a walk."

Zhao Qingyan didn't have much strength in her body, so she changed her clothes with Wen Qiao's considerate and gentle service.

After calling the maid to prepare things to clean up and clean the body, the two went out together.

Early in the morning, after all this tossing and turning, the sun rose in the east.

After breakfast, Wen Qiao helped Zhao Qingyan to the back garden of the house.

Zhao Qingyan has been locked up in a small closed house by Mrs. Cheng for too long, and she has to breathe well recently.

It's easiest to drive a person crazy.

Wen Qiao was still behind, afraid that Mrs. Cheng hadn't done anything more excessive.

If a psychologically fragile person is constantly locked up in a confined space and does not see the light of day, without the need for others to do anything, he can drive himself crazy.

The temperature emitted by the sun in the morning can already make people's skin feel the scorching temperature, and Wen Qiao helped Zhao Qingyan into the viewing pavilion in the back garden.

Not long after the two sat down, Qiao Ling, who was dressed in pink, walked from outside the back garden from a distance.

Qiao Ling blessed Wen Qiao and Zhao Qingyan, and without waiting for Wen Qiao to ask her, she took the lead and said: "The prince, the princess, Madame, please come over."

Hearing this, Wen Qiao's face sank suddenly.

Because of Mrs. Cheng, Wen Qiao is now not even pleasing to the people around Mrs. Cheng.

For Mrs. Cheng, Wen Qiao has no good temper now.

He subconsciously felt that Mrs. Cheng wanted to do something this time, so he asked in an indifferent tone, "What does she want to do?" Zhao Qingyan, who was sitting next to Wen Qiao, did not speak.

Her expression was faint, as if she hadn't heard the conversation between Wen Qiao and Qiao Ling at all.

Qiao Ling and Wen Qiao's attitude at this time was similar, but after all, Mrs. Cheng had already ordered, so she had to answer businesslikely: "The prince hasn't had a good conversation with Mrs. since he came back yesterday."

Qiao Ling said: "The prince has not had a letter from home for so many days when he goes to Fuzhou, and he will not be filial piety in front of his wife when he goes home. Madame is really worried about the son, so she asked the slave to invite you. ”

This is tantamount to a good word, but Wen Qiao was not moved at all.

"I see that my mother is doing well in this house, even without me as a son, it is not a big problem. Go back, and say I'm gone. Wen Qiao said.

Qiao Ling, who was standing a few steps away from Wen Qiao, did not move, she lowered her head, and there was a bitter tone in her voice this time, "Shizi." ”

Qiao Ling's appearance seems to be difficult to get rid of for the time being, Wen Qiao didn't want to say more to her, so she directly took Zhao Qingyan, took care of the person by her side, and left directly.

"Shizi, Madame really wants to see you!" Qiao Ling followed and ran behind Wen Qiao, following closely and was unwilling to let Wen Qiao go.

She said anxiously: "Shizi, you can go and meet Madame!"