Under the spring light of the breeze and drizzle, the saplings sprout and grow, and the branches and leaves rotate and break and stretch.

The budding roses are separated.

The raindrops converge in a line and keep dripping.

The wind blows, the trees and flowers dance with the wind, and the season passes in a blink of an eye.

The thunderstorms of the summer afternoon swept the ground and black clouds overwhelmed the city, one after another.

Shen Yangui looked at the dragon and phoenix candles outside the tent, and probably understood why the people were so meaningful when they talked about the dead woman in the Regent's Palace.

"Qingqing, hold me, don't be afraid."

Compared with the pain in her body, the fear of the unknown made her feel more at a loss.

A voice came from nowhere, and she just subconsciously hugged him tightly.

"Lord Wang."

The voice was more like a request, but at this time, the request was a request for him to continue to move forward or to stop and retreat, no one could tell.

The experience of his previous life made Mo Chengying very clear about her discomfort at the moment, but he commanded the three armies and could command thousands of troops, but there were some things that he could not control.

Perhaps pain is the inevitable cost of growing up.

"Qingqing, wait for me."

Shen Yangui stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, she thought she could, but Mo Chengying took her hand away.

"Lord Wang, don't."

At a certain point, reason will dissipate.

The red tent is surrounded by red gold tassels, silently playing the joy of the newlyweds.

The urchin on the picture of the hundred children also seemed to come to life, running happily with the candle flame, and the windmill in his hand turned quickly.

Because of the noisy cave room, everyone didn't leave until midnight, and they didn't go to bed until the end of the third watch.

Qingshuang sat on the steps of the door, heard the sound of her own young lady in pain, and wiped her tears:

"My young lady is the most able to endure the pain, and now she is shouting so hard, this prince is too ruthless."

She is naturally an informant maid, and she doesn't know what she is talking about.

The big girl Green Calyx took two maids to guard the door, even if they were unemployed, they knew all the rules, and when they heard Qingshuang's words, they could only respond in silence.

The end of the fourth.

Qingshuang heard her young lady crying, "Lord Wang, it hurts, don't." ”

I called for water once.

Qingshuang wanted to follow up to see the situation of her young lady, but was stopped by two maids.

"Can you get the prince not to punish Miss? What's the prince's anger, just rush to the slave and maid and spare our young lady, right? ”

The two maids can understand her intentions, but I am afraid that this matter will not come to her.

Five watches.

Qingshuang listened to the young lady's voice becoming more and more hoarse and weak, and the more she cried, the more sad she became.

"I really can't do it anymore......"

There was another call for water.

"Good sister, you let the slave maid go in and take a look at the young lady, my young lady is the least afraid of pain, she is crying like this, can you let the slave and maid go in and take a look at her, just take a look."

The maid had the heart to explain, but she really couldn't explain it, looking at Qingshuang's appearance, even if she went in, she could only add to the chaos, maybe she would annoy the regent, and she would be punished with everyone.

"Oops, you...... What are you crying about? You don't understand anything, just wait outside. ”

Five watches.

Shen Yangui didn't speak, only a weak voice.

It called for water again.

Qingshuang covered her mouth and cried, she remembered that she had been by Miss's side for so many years, being taken care of by Miss, and thinking of Zilu and Zimist, but she was afraid that Miss would not be able to live.

If the young lady is gone, how can she go to see the lady and the little lady?

It is said that the regent is cruel, and it really deserves its name, Shen Qingyue is right, this is the sword mountain and the sea of fire, and the master is too ruthless, and he is not willing to let Miss Yan suffer, so he pushed his young lady into this hell.

The more Qingshuang thought about it, the more sad she became, and the maid guarding the door felt that she was going to cry and faint several times, and she stopped talking.

Fortunately, after calling for water this time, there was no other sound in it.

Both the regent and the princess slept.

Shen Yangui had a dream.

Before the age of fourteen, she was stationed with her father in Yongzhou, where there was a forest with lush foliage near the barracks.

The weeds in the forest grow wantonly, up to the knees, and the vines with strong arms in the forest wrap around the towering trees and go up, covering the sky and the sun.

Someone was injured and broke in by mistake, and when he was dying, Shen Yangui rescued him, she was young at that time, and bandaged him simply, and the thin and small person did not hesitate to carry him up, but when he just came out of the forest, the person on his back was gone, and the vines gave birth to countless tentacles, as if to engulf her.

Shen Yangui wanted to escape, but the vines locked her limbs.

Spiraling upwards.

Circle after circle, holding her firmly and not giving her any room to move.

She opened her mouth to call for help, but was blocked.

The light in front of her eyes was slightly obscured by the dense leaves, and she panicked and was at a loss.

As the last bit of light faded, she snapped open.

Breathing was not as good as expected.

The face in front of him that was blurred because it was too close, wasn't it the regent Mo Chengying?

！！！

It's too much!

How can anyone do this while others are asleep?!

Rao is Shen Yangui, no matter how good her personality is, she can't help but have a little temper, but she wants to avoid it with a side face, but she can't hide it at all.

Last night...... The action is repeated again.

Mo Chengying looked like a victim instead, and kept saying, "Qingqing told me, is this a dream?" ”

"It's not a dream, is it?"

Rebirth was so unreal that he asked for it over and over again.

Shen Yangui's fingers left bloody marks on his back.

It seems that only this kind of pain can make him realize that rebirth is real.

"Qingqing, promise me, don't leave me."

Outside the door, the sun shone on Qingshuang's body, and she closed her eyes, and heard her young lady's crying, weak voice, and opened her eyes suddenly—those eyes that were swollen like walnuts could not be opened suddenly.

But she did bounce back to her feet.

"Good sister, you let me in, my young lady is dying."

The maids guarding the door on the left and right buried their heads low, and they could hear that it was no longer possible.

Green Calyx and Qingshuang couldn't tell clearly, she didn't understand, how could such an important position as the princess's personal maid be such a stunned green?

More than loyalty, not enough flexibility.

Brainless.

Qingshuang also felt that the other party was brainless, and she was not allowed to enter by herself.

At dawn, the sky was already bright, and hot water was sent in again.

The green calyx asked tentatively, "Lord, can you call breakfast?" ”

Mo Chengying lay on her side with her, wrapped her hands around her waist, leaned on her shoulder, and asked softly, "Are you hungry?" ”

"......" did not respond.

Shen Yangui is already meeting with Zhou.

Mo Chengying: "No. ”

The green calyx hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Lord, according to the rules, the princess has to be worshiped by the Hefu today." ”

Mo Chengying is not a person who adheres to etiquette, but this matter is not only a procedural rule, but also a way for the whole house to recognize her identity as a princess.

"Qingqing."

Mo Chengying held Shen Yangui's shoulders and hugged her over, and the two faced each other, "Is it okay to get up and eat?" ”

Green Calyx has been in the palace for some years, and she has never heard the prince speak so gently.

Like cotton wool after exposure to the sun, fluffy, soft, and with just the right amount of warmth.

Shen Yangui was in a daze when he heard Mo Chengying open his mouth, and he had the heart to respond, he was too tired.

"Husband, I'm sleepy......"

The voice that had not yet woken up was crispy and glutinous, but it woke up the little regent.