Maybe it was because he slept late last night, but Feng Qingcheng's door still didn't open until the sun poured down on the floor.

Thinking that she was going to the imperial city today to receive her reward and thank her, dressing up would be a time-consuming task, so Hai Lan hesitated for a moment and finally decided to wake her up.

Hailan walked quietly into Feng Qingcheng's bed. When he saw a corner of the thin silk quilt covering her body fell to the ground, he immediately picked it up for her gently.

As soon as she picked up the quilt, she suddenly noticed a gust of wind flashing in front of her. Before she could even scream, a hand was pinching her neck.

Light sleep is an essential instinct for killers.

This is also a habit Feng Qingcheng developed in her previous life. It is a means of survival, but it is also an indescribable pain.

She didn't know if she had ever had a deep, undistracted sleep.

It seems that her world is always about killing people and preventing being killed.

To prevent being killed, staying vigilant while sleeping was a means for her to protect herself.

Only by being vigilant at all times can you kill the enemy instantly.

Therefore, any slight disturbance can wake her up from her sleep, thus containing the enemy.

But the suffocating face of Hai Lan in front of her made her instantly understand her identity and quickly let go of her hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Hailan stroked his throat that was almost strangled, coughed with a blushing face, stood up instinctively and took a few steps back, looking at Feng Qingcheng in horror.

The time from when her hands pinched his neck to when she let go was just a blink of an eye.

But in the blink of an eye, she was pushed from the human world to the underworld, and then from the underworld back to the human world.

She knew very well that as long as her young lady's wrist used a little more force, her little life would be completely over.

Seeing Hai Lan's avoidance, Feng Qingcheng instantly felt a little guilty and powerless.

Although she knew that her behavior was a bit extreme, it was just an instinctive method of hers, but it could not be changed in an instant.

Seeing Feng Qingcheng's eyes darken, Hai Lan pretended not to care and smiled dryly.

"It's okay, Miss, it was Hai Lan who was reckless... Miss was frightened a few days ago, it was Hai Lan who didn't think carefully enough..."

Feng Qingcheng jumped out of bed in embarrassment, trying hard to correct her behavior.

"I always have nightmares when I sleep recently, so I may act a little too extreme..."

Hailan nodded quickly and said: "Miss, stop talking, Hailan understands... let's freshen up first? The prince just sent someone to send a message, saying that he wanted the lady to make preparations in advance..."

Mentioning Mu Chenxiao, Feng Qingcheng immediately thought of the cup of tea she drank.

"Where is the prince?"

"Your Majesty, you should be listening to music in the back garden at this hour..."

"Listening to music?" Feng Qingcheng's mouth twitched slightly, "It's really fun."

Hai Lan gently put on her clothes and whispered: "I heard from the servants who serve the prince that the prince often invites the girl who listens to the wind to sing or play a song before breakfast..."
Chapter completed!