slept on Qin Yunchuan's bed.

His bed was large, but very hard, and this pair of futons had to be half spread and half covered.

Is this really the prince who took out five thousand taels of gold without blinking an eye and gave her the prince of Qin?

Xia Ling was skeptical.

"Qin Lang, are you asleep?"

The quilt was very warm, and there was some smell of Qin Yunchuan, and Xia Ling was very comfortable to cover.

It's just that, looking at the dim roof, Xia Ling still wants to talk to Qin Yunchuan.

"Well, sleep, you can sleep too." Qin Yunchuan should.

You can still talk when you sleep! It's powerful enough.

Xia Ling's words were instantly blocked back by Qin Yunchuan.

The man stood up and snapped his fingers, pointing to the wind and extinguishing the candle next to him.

Now the whole room is really dark.

The moonlight poured in from the window, reflecting those weapons, the bright stains, obviously stained with blood, I don't know how much flesh and blood were stained.

If it was a different person, Xia Ling pretended to be scared, and he could still snuggle up to him and sleep.

But Qin Yunchuan is cold and cold-hearted, and he doesn't even have an open brain.

If she sticks to it, he won't let him think that she has been in the Red Chamber for a long time and can't sleep without a man!

Scold! Man.

Tsundere was cool for a while, chasing his wife to the crematorium.

Now he was on top, and after that, when she took him down, she wanted to climb her bed and see that she didn't kick him off the bed.

If you want to sleep on the floor, you can, how comfortable you can sleep!

*

Xia Ling woke up until dawn.

When she woke up, Qin Yunchuan had already gone to the court.

"Miss Qinghe, the prince has ordered, your accommodation has been arranged for you. Come with me. ”

Pushing open the door, there was a lady outside sweeping the courtyard.

Looking at her bearing, she doesn't look like an ordinary subordinate, that is the old department that Qin Yunchuan said.

"Thank you, auntie." Xia Ling was polite.

*

The eldest lady took Xia Ling from the front yard to the backyard, and arranged a courtyard with a lotus pond for her.

This courtyard is winding and secluded, and there is some distance from other courtyards.

While taking Xia Ling to familiarize herself with the environment, the eldest lady said:

"The prince has ordered, Miss Qinghe is different from the others, she is a guest of the palace. So, I brought Miss Qinghe here to see this yard, do you like it? If I don't like it, I can take the girl and go to the other two courtyards. ”

Xia Ling: "No need, aunt is polite." ”

The eldest lady said that she was going to take her to other yards to see, but in fact, she was just talking, and there was no action at all, just a politeness.

If Xia Ling really believes it and thinks it is true, and still picks and chooses, that is the real lack of heart.

The eldest lady smiled, "If the girl likes it, it's fine." In the future, the girl's three meals a day are all responsible for my wife, and the food in the palace is also simple, if the girl is not used to eating, you can also tell me, I will let you get a small kitchen, you can go to the back kitchen to receive anything. ”

"Okay, I'm sorry for the trouble." Xia Ling greeted him with a smile throughout the whole process, followed the eldest lady around the lotus garden, and sent people away.

*

When the eldest lady left, Xia Ling smiled.

I went to the house again and looked at it, and the arrangement of this lotus courtyard was very proper.

And looking at the eldest mother's attitude towards her, her current identity is probably spread all over the palace early in the morning.

Although she was brought back by Qin Yunchuan, a woman who came out of the Red Mansion, even if it was an Oiran, always carried the imprint of a woman in the Green Mansion, which made people look down on her.

Qin Yunchuan will not look down on her, and when others see her, they will inevitably have ridicule and cold eyes.

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