Chapter 2

In the half hour that I had just passed by, Xue Qingyin had seriously thought about whether to plan and set up a chain of plans to kill He Songning, the male protagonist, and never have any worries from now on.

But she thought about it carefully.

...I'm sorry, I don't have this brain to plan.

He Songning is also the male lead after all.

I won’t talk about the protagonist’s halo above my head. This person is suspicious and ruthless. Even his biological father was killed by his step by step.

Can't do it, can't do it.

Xue Qingyin chose to lie peacefully.

He Songning saw that she didn't move, and the anger in her heart went away three points.

What are you calculating about with a fool? He Songning thought to himself.

"Don't recognize me anymore?" He Songning whispered.

Xue Qingyin nodded gently.

...I really don't recognize it?

He Songning squeezed out his voice from his throat: "I am the eldest brother."

Xue Qingyin nodded again.

He Songning then let go of his hand.

The maid outside had already carried the lamp and was about to walk in.

"Tell her you're fine." He Songning urged.

But it's still too late.

The maid walked around the screen: "Ah! Who is?"

Xue Qingyin immediately sold her all out: "Didn't you see it? It's the eldest brother."

He Songning: "..."

The maid didn't think elsewhere and said in surprise: "It turns out that the eldest son is here."

She lit the light in a hurry.

The lights illuminated He Songning's face.

He Songning's facial features are very handsome. When he lowered his eyes, his eyes were long and long, giving him a kind of evil and crazy smell.

When the maid saw him, she couldn't help but blush on her cheeks.

After all, he is the eldest son of the mansion, and the girl in the mansion may have a room for him in the future.

"I didn't want to disturb Qingyin's sleep, so I took a look and left. Unexpectedly, I woke Qingyin up." He Songning said a few words and took over the window in the middle of the night.

The maid was still moved after hearing this.

Is it a mother, a eldest son or a girl who loves the girl?

"I'll cook a pot of tea for the young master." The maid said hurriedly.

"No need." He Songning said.

I have something to say, but it is not appropriate to be in front of the maid now.

He Songning turned to look at Xue Qingyin.

His eyes were a little darker, as if deeper than the night. When he stared at Xue Qingyin, he felt a little scary.

However, He Songning quickly smiled. He leaned over and pulled the quilt for Xue Qingyin, and patted her on the shoulder: "You go to sleep. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Leaving the house?

What mansion should you leave?

Oh, there is a vague plot.

He Songning returned from out and took Xue Qingyin to attend a poetry meeting held by the King of Wei.

When he came back, he asked Xue Qingyin that it would be good to marry King Wei.

The King of Wei has eighteen wives.

Who wants to marry? Please!

Xue Qingyin looked depressed and bored.

He Songning couldn't help but squint and said with a smile: "I'll pick you out of the house to play, are you unhappy?"

A hint of suspicion was revealed in his eyes.

This is really suspicious.

Then he began to doubt that something was wrong with her.

Xue Qingyin pursed her lower lip and spit out a word: "Tired."

He Songning's expression relaxed a little.

It seems that this time I am really sick.

"If you are tired, take a break soon."

"Um." Xue Qingyin thought for a while and asked in a pretentious manner: "Did we... hit you? I have been having nightmares these days, but I couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams for a while."

He Songning said caringly like a brother: "Have a nightmare?"

Xue Qingyin grabbed his clothes and buried it in his chest and started crying.

"I dreamed that you married an eight-bedroom wife and concubine, and I will no longer care for me."

He Songning: "..." He has never hurt you.

"I also dreamed that you went out to lead the troops to fight and died outside. You were penetrated by thousands of arrows, and many arrows were stabbed on you, like a hedgehog. I was scared to death."

"..." No matter how you hear this, something is wrong.

"I also dreamed that after you die, all your eight-bedroom wives and concubines will be remarried. In the end, I am the only one who remembers you..."

"..." Dreaming that he was still cuckolded when he died? He Songning couldn't help but jump.

"I still dreamed..."

"Okay." He Songning covered her mouth. Don't dream anymore.

He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled again: "I saw me today, you won't have nightmares anymore. Don't think about it. Your life is not settled, so how could I get married?"

"Oh." Xue Qingyin responded softly and lay down again.

He Songning breathed a sigh of relief.

Xue Qingyin became more and more difficult.

He covered the disgust in his eyes and turned around and left generously.

The maid sighed: "I just said that the girl has been out of her mind these days. It turns out that she dreamed that the eldest son died. This is really terrible..."

Xue Qingyin looked at her.

What a simple girl.

Don’t like He Songning’s dark heart anymore.

He Songning walked away from that room, but did not go back to the room to rest immediately, but instead took a detour to see Xue Qinghe.

A faint lamp was lit in Xue Qinghe's room, thinking that he knew He Songning would come.

The maid guarding outside the door was napping, and when she saw He Songning, she was very happy.

"Big Young Master?"

This maid doesn't know why the eldest son, who was born in the legitimate state, treats the second girl better than the younger sister.

But the mistress was harsh and was the eldest son who had a better life.

The maid hurriedly welcomed the person in and cooked tea again.

Xue Qinghe was sitting under the lamp reading, but when she saw him coming in, she did not put the book down.

It was He Songning who went forward and took away the book: "The candlelight is dim, be careful to see the eyes broken."

Xue Qinghe raised her head, bit her lower lip, and said nothing.

Xue Qinghe was born a beauty too.

He even looks three points more weaker than Xue Qingyin.

She is not like Xue Qingyin, and she never says anything she has suffered.

It makes people feel even more caring.

He Songning leaned his finger and took something out of his sleeve and handed it over: "Gift."
To be continued...