However, after waiting for nearly an hour, seeing that the young lady who was drenched in a snowman was a little staggering and unstable, but still had no intention of giving up, the self-blame in Ping Qian's heart couldn't help but be heavier.

Just as she was thinking about whether to tell her about Lang Mo actually waiting for her at Quang Ninh Gate, suddenly a dark shadow flashed from the roof of a nearby house.

"Luo Xin......" Although he couldn't see the person's appearance clearly because of the night, he still vaguely recognized the other party's figure under the reflection of the thick snow on the ground, and Ping Qian couldn't help but murmur softly.

"What did you say?" Because her voice was too low, and Jiang Shu was too cold and infocused, she didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing, it's nothing...... Ping Qian naturally wouldn't let Jiang Shu know that Luo Xin was here, and hurriedly waved his hand.

After a pause, I was about to make up some excuse to vaguely go over, but I opened my mouth, and before I could speak, I saw her body swaying slightly a few times, and one was unstable, and she fell to the ground.

Ping Qian immediately took two steps forward, stretched out his hand to support her, and said nervously: "Miss, Miss......"

But at this time, Jiang Shu had fallen into a coma, and he was no longer able to respond, only a beautiful face that was not clear under the reflection of the snow, and he looked a little pale.

"Miss, don't scare the slave, wake up, wake up, wake up......" Ping Qian's heart tightened, for fear that something would happen, and quickly shook her body.

She deliberately said that the place where she said she met, Guangqumen, and Lang Mo were Guangning Gate, just to prevent her from leaving and avoid implicating the Ye family, but she didn't want to hurt her.

"It's okay, she's just too cold and fainted." With the subtle sound of clothes breaking through the air that was slightly larger than the sound of falling snow, Luo Xin's dull and low voice came not far behind him.

"So what now?" Ping Qian quickly turned his head to look at him.

"The carriage is ahead, take her back." Luo Xin said lightly, took a few steps forward, raised his hand to take Jiang Shu, hugged him horizontally, turned around against the heavy snow, and walked in the direction of the Guangqu Gate.

"Oh, good." Ping Qian looked at his distant back and was stunned for a moment, before he realized the meaning of these words, and hurriedly chased after him.

She just moved the idea of telling the truth, but she couldn't bear to wait for her young lady to continue waiting in this heavy snow, and now that she didn't have to wait any longer, of course she still hoped that she could marry King Fu.

……

"Miss, wake up, Miss, wake up, wake up......" In a daze, Jiang Shu only felt a soft voice ringing in his ears.

She opened her heavy eyelids in a groggy state, only to see a small, indistinct face swaying slightly above her.

After a long time, until her consciousness gradually woke up, she realized who the owner of this little face was, and stretched out her hand to her with difficulty: "Ping Qian, is Lord Lang here?" ”

"Miss......" Ping Qian glanced at her worriedly, and slowly shook his head, "No." ”

"Then ......" Jiang Shu wanted to ask something more, but suddenly noticed the familiar and unfamiliar furnishings around him under the reflection of the red candles on the carved lampstand next to the screen, and his complexion suddenly changed greatly, "What's the matter?" How did I end up here? ”

"This ......" Ping Qian hesitated for a moment, and said according to the words discussed with Luo Xin on the carriage on the way back before, "Miss couldn't stand the wind and snow last night, and fainted at Guangqumen, and the slave was worried that something would happen to Miss, so she knocked on the door of the inn next to her, hired a carriage from there, and brought Miss back." ”

"Last night?" Hearing the key points from her words, Jiang Shu immediately had a bad premonition, "Then when is it now?" ”