I don't know how long later, the carriage drove into the palace, and her neck was full of traces left by Zhao Huaiyi.

"Here we are."

The man buried deep in her neck finally raised his face and stared at her in a dumb voice.

Ling Wanwan wiped her tears, pulled the placket to cover the kiss marks on her neck, and stood up from his arms and walked out of the carriage softly.

Seeing that her face was flushed, Chunying hurriedly put the cloak in her hand on her and helped her back to the dormitory.

"Fetch water, I want to bathe."

There was a sticky piece under her body, which made Ling Wanwan feel a little uncomfortable.

Chunying hurriedly instructed the two little eunuchs outside the hall to fetch water.

"Niangniang, Chonghuajun has embarrassed you several times, how will you marry in the future?" While waiting for her to change clothes, Chun Ying's eyes suddenly turned red when she saw the blue and red marks left on her body by his torture.

"Let's get out of the palace safely first."

After soaking in the water, Ling Wanwan's tense body and mind gradually relaxed.

In any case, Zhao Huaiyi is someone who can be relied on for the time being.

Thinking of what happened in the Ling family, Ling Wanwan opened her mouth and asked Chunying: "Why did you treat Zhang in the mansion just now... Is Pearl so bad? ”

Chunying's hand that put the essence on her suddenly stiffened, and she raised her eyes to look at her and asked, "Don't you remember how Miss Biao treated you before?" ”

Hearing her ask, Ling Wanwan realized that the original owner and Zhang Nianzhu might have some contradictions before her death, so she pretended to be tired and said, "Maybe it's because I've been too nervous these days, and I can't remember most of what happened before." ”

Chunying wondered, how could she not remember such a big thing. However, since entering the palace, she felt that Ling Wanwan was like a different person compared to before.

In the past, Ling Wanwan was weak and couldn't help but be windy, and anyone could bully her, but now she is someone who even Chonghuajun dares to provoke.

"Before you entered the palace, you were once pushed into the lake by Miss Biao and almost drowned in the lake. If it weren't for Lu Gongzi arriving in time, I am afraid that the slave and maid will never see you in this life. ”

Recalling that incident, Chunying's heart palpitated.

"Lu Gongzi?"

Ling Wanwan was puzzled.

Chunying replied: "It is the son of Lu Zhiheng who is married to his mother." ”

"It's him."

Now Ling Wanwan understood.

"And then?"

Ling Wanwan then asked her.

"Only the slave and maid saw that incident with their own eyes, and then Miss Biao refused to admit it, and the lord and Mrs. loved Miss Cousin very much, so in the end it was over."

Chunying's words were still a little resentful.

No wonder Chunying, this little girl, hates Zhang Rosary so much, if it is really as Chunying said, she has to guard against that Zhang Rosary.

At night, Ling Wanwan lay on the chaise longue and couldn't sleep.

At that time, Zhang Nianzhu was hiding behind a fake coral mountain in the back garden of the Ling family, waiting anxiously.

At last moment, a dark shadow came towards her.

"Brother Heng..."

Seeing the visitor, Zhang Nianzhu threw herself into his arms with a face full of grievances.

"Don't be afraid."

The person who came was Lu Zhiheng, and he caressed her back with great pity and calmed her down.

"Zhu'er, why are you in such a hurry to call me over?"

After seeing her slowly stop crying, he lowered his head and asked her.

"Ling Wanwan came back to the house today, and she asked her aunt for the marriage book you made with her back then. Do you think she wants to marry you after leaving the palace? Speaking of this, Zhang Nianzhu became more and more frightened, and clutched his robe tightly with both hands, for fear that he would turn his head and marry Ling Wanwan.

"Is there such a thing?"

Lu Zhiheng was puzzled, and he was still caressing her unhurriedly and comforting: "She is an abandoned concubine, and she has been defiled by the old emperor, even if she is willing to marry, I will definitely not marry her." ”

"And when are you going to marry me?"

Zhang Nianzhu raised her face, and the tears in her eyes looked weak and boneless under the reflection of the moonlight, and she was delicate and pitying.

"It's been less than three years since my mother died, and when the three-year filial piety period arrives, I will marry you immediately."

Lu Zhiheng's voice was hoarse, and he couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her tender lips.

"Brother Heng..."

Zhang Nianzhu's soft hands rested on his chest, allowing him to invade himself mercilessly.

Thinking that Ling Wanwan would one day break her personal relationship with Lu Zhiheng, her coquettish eyes showed a smug look.