Qing Lan held the lantern in her hand and made way for Mama Yu.

The dim yellow lantern looked very muddy and dim in the moonlight, but it interfered with Yin Qingyun's vision, she couldn't see Mama Yu's expression clearly, and could only hear from her tone that she was laughing.

Yin Qingyun pulled her cloak and looked at Mama Yu: "It's getting late, Lin and Yin Qingli have always slept very early, Mama might as well go early tomorrow morning." ”

"That's not good, Madame's orders, how dare the old slave slack off." Mama Yu smiled, and when she saw Yin Qingyun's little face being frozen white, she immediately said distressedly: "Girl, go back and rest, Madame has just recovered, don't fall ill again." ”

The jade mama in front of her was a fake, and it was just an excuse to care about Yin Qingyun, so she turned around and walked out of the courtyard after speaking, heading in the direction of Han Shaoyuan.

Qing Lan saw that something was unusual: "In the past, Mama Yu hated Han Shaoyuan the most, why did she suddenly smile and go to give medicine to the second girl." ”

Yin Qingyun was afraid that she would see something, so she only said that it might be her mother who wanted to relieve her, so she asked Mama Yu to send some medicine to Yin Qingli, so that she could recover as soon as possible, so that Yin Qingli could go to Cui's house to attend the birthday banquet instead of her.

Qinglan trusted Yin Qingyun very much, so she was naturally convinced of these words.

Yin Qingyun's ten fingers were cold, and the tip of his nose was also red from the cold, and he really felt that he was suffering from a symptom of wind cold.

Qinglan couldn't help but persuade: "The slave and maid will accompany the girl back to the house, and then go to the kitchen to cook a bowl of ginger soup for the girl to ward off the cold." ”

Yin Qingyun bowed her head lightly and said hello.

Qinglan sent Yin Qingyun back to her room, took off her cloak for her, helped her to the bed to rest, and then took the lantern out of Qingfeng Garden along the corridor and went to the kitchen.

There was only a faint oil lamp in the kitchen, and there was no one else, but the window was still open, and the wind poured in through the window and made a hoarse sound.

Qing Lan neatly cut the ginger slices and boiled them on the stove, then walked over to close the window, but saw a shadow in the distance hurrying by, and then disappeared again in a blink of an eye.

It was the figure of Mama Yu.

The clothes of the subordinates in the Yin Mansion are all regulated, only Mama Yu is because she serves in front of her wife, and her clothes are more conspicuous and recognizable than other grandmothers.

But didn't Mama Yu go to Han Shaoyuan to send the second girl's wound medicine, and if she sent it, she sent it, why did she sneak out like this......

Qinglan always felt that there was something wrong with Mama Yu today, but she couldn't say anything wrong.

So she hurriedly added the fire to boil the ginger soup, and was about to return to the room with the food box, when the dark night suddenly crossed a white light, the railings of the flowers and trees in the courtyard suddenly brightened, and the raindrops the size of beans rolled down, slamming on Qinglan's hair and shoulders.

Qinglan's lantern was extinguished by the rain, and she ran down the corridor back to Yin Qingyun's room while guarding the food box.

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Yin Qingyun lay in the soft bedding, as if she heard lightning and thunder in her sleep, everyone in the Yin Mansion fled in all directions, and the forbidden army who broke into the mansion killed people when they saw them, and the smell of blood spread, and her father Yin Zhengye was protected by the dead and escaped from the dog hole in the backyard.

The heavy rain came, extinguishing the fire that had burned in Yinfu all night, and from the ruins there was a bad smell of wet rot mixed with blood, and the people around were all around, all scolding Yinfu for their wolf ambitions, and they really deserved it.

And the real damned person was like a madman in the Zhaode Palace, scolding Chen's sick seedlings for dragging him down, and scolding Yin Qingyun for not listening to discipline and destroying his plan.

When Yin Qingyun first entered the East Palace, he broke off the father-daughter relationship with Yin Zhengye.

Some people say that she is ungrateful, but who knows that the mother who loves her the most in the world is gone.

She cried so much that she almost lost her breath that night, but Yin Zhengye tried his best to defend Aunt Lin, saying that Chen had been sick for so many years and should have died a long time ago.

Yin Qingyun made it very clear at this time, in the dream she could loudly denounce Yin Zhengye as a shameless villain, but after waking up from the dream, she still had to continue Zhou Xuan with Yin Zhengye, if she could give it a go and grit her teeth and have the reputation of killing her father, everything would be much simpler.

But again, there are so many things she cares about.

The thunder in his ears was still violent, Yin Qingyun turned over wrapped in brocade quilts, his eyes narrowed a slit, and he saw Qinglan pushing the door in his arms with a food box in his arms.

The wind behind Qinglan was raging, blowing her soaked clothes directly into her body, and the lights and candles in the room also swayed.

There was a trail of water on the floor of her sole, and after taking two steps, she followed it, "Girl, get up and drink ginger soup." ”

Yin Qingyun lifted the quilt, got out of bed and felt her shoes on, only to find that Qinglan was soaked: "Qinglan! ”

Qinglan wiped the water on her hands with a handkerchief, and then took out the ginger soup that was still a little warm in the food box and put it on the table, avoiding Yin Qingyun's outstretched hand, "Girl, drink the ginger soup quickly, and the slave maid will go and change her clothes...... The girl drank and rested quickly, and the slave and maid were cold tonight, so they kept vigil outside, so as not to give you the cold. ”

Yin Qingyun's eyes were full of distress, and it was hard to say anything about why she didn't hold an umbrella when it rained, so she could only nod and watch her go out with her dripping sleeves.

The wind and rain outside were fierce, and Yin Qingyun drank a belly of warm ginger soup and couldn't sleep anymore.

The rain was upsetting her.

The anxiety in the day lingered in her mind again, and together with what happened in the dream just now, she was now reminded all the time that if Yin Zhengye was allowed to continue to be a demon, the Yin Mansion would sooner or later repeat the fate of being beheaded.

Yin Qingyun sat on the edge of the bed, took off her shoes and climbed up to lie down, listening to the sound of the rain hitting the window frame violently, a flustered feeling hit her, and she discarded the method that kept churning in her mind.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Qinglan came back after freshening up and bathing, and when she entered the house, she took the umbrella and accidentally brought some water from the umbrella into the house.

Qinglan saw that the oil lamp in the candlestick next to the table was almost gone, and she wanted to add it lightly, so she noticed that Yin Qingyun was watching the light with her eyes open.

"The girl has been tired all day, so let's rest early."

Qinglan picked out the wick, added lamp oil and replaced it with a new wick, Yin Qingyun also looked away, buried her head in the quilt and said angrily: "It's too noisy, I can't sleep." ”

Qinglan just wanted to ask if she had woken up the girl, but she remembered that the girl couldn't hear the sound of rain the most, and she was not happy with the ordinary spring rain, let alone such a shower tonight.

"Then ......" Qinglan thought that she had just bathed, and her body was still hot, so she dared to propose: "That slave girl sleeps with the girl tonight?" ”

Yin Qingyun suddenly bent her eyebrows, moved to the bed, and smiled happily: "Come on!" ”

Qing Lan looked at the jade bowl on the table that had not yet been cleaned up, sighed, and walked to the side of the bed.