Left Prime Minister's Mansion, backyard.

Under the moonlight, the large bamboo forest is quiet and serene, shrouded in a faint and elegant luster, and some fireflies flicker, which is even more mysterious and beautiful, and there is no hustle and bustle and greenery of the day.

The bamboo forest swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound, and a slender figure flashed out of the bamboo forest.

"Miss, you're finally back, if you don't come back...... anxious and eager voice blocked the slender figure, but instead was dragged into the room with a puff of smoke, accompanied by a faint low curse, "Bad Qingzhu, do you want to harm Miss Ben's house-to-door method......"

Qingzhu didn't say a word, took the clothes handed over by Ling Siqing, with a look of disgust on his face, but carefully put them into the special cabinet, and then looked at Ling Siqing uneasily. Ling Siqing was speechless, shook his head amusedly, sat in front of the dresser, and looked at himself in the mirror with a slight distraction.

"Miss, it's too dangerous for you to go out alone so late every time, in case you ......"

"No whatever!" Ling Siqing interrupted Qingzhu's words softly, and turned around, "Qingzhu, although this silk bamboo garden can shelter us from the wind and rain, it can't last long, Prime Minister Ling won't allow it, and I won't allow it." ”

Qingzhu looked at this young lady who had grown up with her since she was a child but had never enjoyed the warmth of Xiangfu, and the corners of her eyes were slightly sour!

"Qingzhu, we must leave here, and we must leave here...... "As long as we leave, we can live the life we want to live and have a better life!"

"Miss, Qingzhu will always be by Miss's side, definitely." Choked slightly, but so sincere.

Ling Siqing took Qingzhu's hand, retracted it slightly, and held it between her hands, without the cover of the cloth towel, she could see that the face was not surprisingly ordinary, and it could even be described as ugly, it was because of this almost ugly face that Ling Siqing had this unfortunate seventeen years. "Qingzhu, Xie Lu, thank you for always being by my side."

"Miss, Qingzhu's life was saved by Miss, and Qingzhu is willing to die for Miss......"

"Okay, okay, silly Qingzhu, what can't die, don't say this in the future." Ling Siqing interrupted Qingzhu's nonsense again, "Tomorrow the prince's wedding, although the second sister is the prince's concubine, it is also a great joy in the prime minister's house, go to sleep, and get up early tomorrow." Ling Siqing urged, but he was still sitting in front of the dresser, without any intention of going to bed.

Qingzhu glanced at Ling Siqing, and knew that Miss Lu Dao still had to read a book for a while, so she retreated first.

In the middle of the night, Ling Siqing looked at herself in the bronze mirror, gently raised her hand and brushed her cheeks, brushing over that ordinary face, this face killed her mother from birth, and let herself be disgusted by her father, and was blamed by everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion, could it be that this face was really a disaster in her life, a nightmare that she couldn't forget!

Thinking about it, it was difficult to hide the pain in my heart for a while, and a tear slipped from my bright eyes, along the yellowish cheeks, and fell on the dresser, making small water marks, like a wound in the bottom of my heart, expanding little by little!

Ling Siqing was stunned, raised his hand to wipe the water marks on his face, and showed a clear smile: Ling Siqing, why are you thinking about these again, if it weren't for this body, you would have died a long time ago, you are just a touch of soul from the future, don't think about it, never think about it again, live well, so that you are worthy of those who protect you......

Qingzhu prepared the hot water for bathing, seeing that Ling Siqing was still in a daze, her eyes were red, Miss Xindao was thinking about her wife again, she didn't make a sound, she prepared the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and retreated.

At this time, Ling Siqing suddenly came back to his senses, but he sneezed violently!

Strange, look around and see that the doors and windows are well hidden, and there is no wind blowing in, how can you sneeze.

But seeing that Qingzhu had prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, I smiled in my heart, this girl is really careful and considerate. After studying the thick ink, he picked up his usual ink pen, followed his memory, and sketched the figure of a person one by one.

She has already learned how to survive here, and she is working hard to make her dreams come true with this pen!

The light in the room dimmed little by little, but Ling Siqing was extremely engrossed in painting, in the past, she would stop her pen, light the candle and then continue to paint, but today she was extremely focused, unable to distinguish between the mind and the rest, just when she took back the last stroke, the candle burned out!

It was late at night, and it was pitch black in the Silk Bamboo Garden.

Outside the Silk Bamboo Garden, where the bamboo forest was swaying, a shadow hidden in the dark jumped, and the flexible body jumped onto the roof, and in the silent night, no one noticed it, approaching Ling Siqing's bedroom.

Qiao Muyu didn't expect that he also had the talent to be a flower thief, and broke into the women's boudoir in the middle of the night......

Hongying followed the little man all the way to leave, and followed all the way to Zuo Xiang's mansion, but I didn't expect that there were people in Zuo Xiang's house, who had this kind of habit of exploring the smoke and rain building at night, just for Su Wanwan, or for other purposes! He didn't want the beautiful maids to be jealous, and he didn't want people to find out what he was thinking, so he came in person.

Qiao Muyu lifted the tiles on the roof, carefully not making the slightest noise.

He wanted to find out the identity or purpose of the young man, but he saw a woman's focused appearance of painting under the faint candlelight, and he couldn't see her expression clearly, but felt that the fingers holding the pen were delicate and delicate, and the outline was skillful and skillful.

Who is she? What are you drawing?

Qiao Muyu wanted to take a closer look, but saw that the momentum of closing the pen was settled, and everything fell into darkness in an instant.

The candles had burned out, and when we looked at the sky, it was already cloudy, and there was a faint red glow on the horizon, and the sun was struggling to get its head out, as if it was trying to do its best, but it was still dim.

Ling Siqing pushed open the door and walked out slowly, everything was still bathed in the faint mist of the early morning.

She only wore a single coat, the long hem of her clothes moved with the wind, and the cold wind in the morning ran in, but she didn't realize it, stepping on the cold bluestone slab with her bare feet, staring at the faint morning light on the horizon, slightly distracted.

Qiao Muyu's phoenix eyes were lightly raised, and the corners of her mouth raised a hint of interest that seemed to be smiling, this woman is really interesting......

Not far away, Qingzhu had already approached with a basin, although Qiao Muyu didn't see Ling Siqing's face, he didn't stay anymore, and his body jumped away from Zuo Xiang's mansion, but he left his interest in Ling Siqing, and he became his prey inexplicably!

"Miss, you haven't slept all night." Qingzhu put the basin on the wooden shelf, wetting the handkerchief and letting Ling Siqing wipe his face.

"Qingzhu is not the same, he waited for me for a night, and he got up early this morning, and he didn't seem to sleep long." Ling Siqing wiped his face with a handkerchief, said with a smile, and then pulled Qingzhu to sit in front of the dresser. "Silly Qingzhu, hurry up and help me clean up, I'll have to go to the front hall in a while."

"Yes, miss." Qingzhu smiled in response, and then picked up the wooden comb and carefully combed Ling Siqing's long hair......