It rained all night, in the early hours of the morning, it was a little bigger, there was a tendency to approach the rainstorm, the raindrops fell on the window lattice and crackled one after another, just like the big beads and small beads fell on the jade plate, and people were lazy and slightly drunk when they listened.

Ling Siqing returned in embarrassment, and he turned over the wall and returned to the Silk Bamboo Garden in a dizzy state.

Qingzhu's injury was almost healed, and after waiting in the bamboo forest for a long time and not seeing Ling Siqing come back, he was already a little uneasy, and when he saw Ling Siqing, who had not returned overnight, he was groggy when he returned, and he couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

"Miss, are you sick, why are you so pale?" Qingzhu had just prepared hot water and asked cautiously.

Ling Siqing just took off his shirt, and the green shirt was still damp, and said in a low voice: "I have nothing to do, when I come back, I was drenched in some rain, soak in a comfortable hot bath, and sleep well, there will be nothing to do, Qingzhu, you go get busy first." ”

Qingzhu reluctantly faded down, as if she had never served when the young lady was bathing in recent years!

Ling Siqing is already seventeen years old, as the third lady of the Zuo Xiangfu who no one cares about, she is naturally not as good as her noble eldest sister, as well as those young masters, she is undoubtedly lonely, so she will work so hard to please others when she was young, but later I found out, but in vain, but I also regret that it is useless.

Loose hair, stripped off his clothes, and slowly sank himself into the tub.

The silky long ink-colored hair floated with the water waves, but Ling Siqing's cheeks were pale, curled up, and he was almost completely submerged in the water, and after a long time, he suddenly struggled to get out of the water, and his dark skin was almost transparent.

It's been seven years, and it's been seven years since she's been here!

I vaguely remember the helplessness when she cried in embarrassment seven years ago, the pain of her despair to death, and the moment she grew up when she was sad and helpless, but she was powerless and could only torture herself so much every rainy day.

Ling Siqing, if this is your life, then work hard to change her!

She told herself this, so for seven years, she has been forcing herself to work secretly, she wants to escape from the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion, and gradually strengthen herself, so strong that no one can hurt her, then, she can watch those people cry.

And, the man who hurt her!

Her curled up body gradually stretched out, raised her delicate left arm to puff the water, and on the inside of her slender little arm, an ink-colored calendula was tattooed, which Ling Siqing had pierced herself with a silver needle that year, and even Qingzhu had never seen it.

The ink is stained by the water, and it becomes more and more dazzling and enchanting.

The door squeaked, Ling Siqing looked confused, but his body sank, and he quickly withdrew his arm into the water, a little displeased, "Qingzhu, you are disobedient again, I didn't let you in, don't hurry up." ”

The old carved wooden door creaked open, but there was no one to be seen, only a room of cold air poured in.

Qingzhu, who had been guarding the door, was also inexplicable, how could this door be opened, and when he heard Ling Si's unhappy voice, he couldn't help but say sneeringly: "Miss, the wind blows the door open, and Qingzhu will close it." ”

As soon as Qingzhu's voice fell, the dilapidated wooden door creaked and closed again.

Ling Siqing frowned, his head became more and more dizzy, and the water was a little cold, so he got up and left the bathtub, wiped the water stains on his body with a cotton towel, wrapped himself in his bedclothes and got into the quilt, his expression was relieved, and he gradually sank into sleep.

She slept too deeply, her mind was dizzy, and she murmured in discomfort, and vaguely felt a gaze looking at her, which was so hot that it made her uncomfortable, and she wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn't.

Qiao Muyu stood beside the bed, damp, but his eyes were burning on the person on the bed.

He didn't know why he came to the Silk Bamboo Garden, yesterday on the painting boat, he didn't chase out of the house, but tossed and turned all night without sleeping, before dawn to find her, but did not see her return, his heart couldn't help but worry, and his heart suddenly condensed some hot fire. However, when I saw her pale and embarrassed, everything turned into pity.

Will he Qiao Muyu also cherish people?

Thinking about it, his heart hurts, he has never cherished anyone, where is he qualified to cherish others!

Sitting lightly on the edge of the bed, he stretched out his hand to caress Ling Siqing's sleeping cheek, if he didn't confirm that she was sleeping very deeply, he wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous, as if he wanted to confirm something, and brushed his hand on her forehead.

His forehead was very hot, and he was slightly frightened, and said secretly: Sure enough, he was sick.

Qiao Muyu realized that where she slept deeply, she was simply burned out! Thinking about taking out a porcelain bottle from her bosom, she poured out a pill, broke her mouth and stuffed it in, and forced her to swallow it.

Ling Siqing was groggy and subconsciously swallowed something that blocked her breathing, but coughed a few times for a while.

Qiao Muyu breathed a sigh of relief, at least he could swallow, indicating that he was not too sick.

Qingzhu outside the door heard the coughing sound, and seemed to be a little uneasy, and called Miss a few times outside the door, but because of Ling Siqing's displeasure just now, he didn't dare to come in, and then walked away like a trot of footsteps.

Qiao Muyu's eyes flashed brightly, and when Qingzhu didn't come in, she touched Ling Siqing's cheek again, the sickness was still not very obvious in her dark skin, but it was still not to be underestimated. He helped her tuck the quilt, and then kissed her lips gently, as light as a spring breeze, Ling Si sighed uncomfortably, and curled up like a kitten.

Ling Siqing, you can't escape, so take care of yourself, just stay by the prince's side with peace of mind!

Qiao Muyu muttered, just as he was about to leave, Ling Siqing frowned, as if he had fallen into a nightmare, and grabbed his sleeve in horror, his eyes were still closed, and he was dreaming, "Ha Lu Ha...... Qiao Muyu...... What kind of person am you...... What do I want to leave ......?"

Ling Siqing had cold sweat on his forehead, his face was painful, he turned over, and struggled: "For what, for what do you want me to stay, I want to leave here, far away from here......"

Qiao Muyu subconsciously felt a pain in his heart, and hugged the person on the bed tightly!

Ling Siqing, it turns out that even if you are in a dream, you are still struggling to leave my side! Why don't you understand my heart? Why do you want to leave? Why can't you stay with me? For what......

Ling Siqing couldn't hear Qiao Muyu's voice, only felt that he was close to a warm chest, and subconsciously rubbed it, but his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled, and he said in a dream: "It hurts......"

Her arms were clutched, and her hands gripped the bedding beneath her, and the scene in her dream seemed to torment her to the point of torment.

She dreamed of seven years ago, in the ruined temple seven years ago, on a rainy night seven years ago......

Memories were like a flood of beasts, and she was instantly submerged, leaving only a body of pain and a broken heart.

Qiao Muyu's body stiffened, thinking that he had hurt her, he let go of his hand slightly, held his breath, and stared at Ling Siqing's face carefully—still asleep, was it just a dream?

"It hurts, it hurts...... Ling Siqing seemed to cry, her voice was hoarse, tossing and turning.

When Qiao Muyu heard her crying, his heart sank, as if he had been hit by something, he half-knelt on the edge of the bed, reached out to touch the tears on her cheeks, and said in a low and clumsy voice: "Thoughts...... Don't cry when you think about it...... Don't cry ......"

suppressed the bitterness in his heart, slowly bowed his head, kissed her constantly trembling lips, kissed her forehead, and hugged her body tightly after the most reluctant......

This whisper seemed to be saying to himself, Mu Yumo is crying, Mu Yumo is crying......