Zhong Qingye slept for a whole day. Because she didn't wake up, Qi Mo's face was frighteningly cold, and the air pressure in the entire palace was also frighteningly low. Everyone was doing their part carefully.
, my heart was silently praying for the princess’s safety.【】
Because Zhong Qingye didn't wake up for a long time, and Xiling Lunchen couldn't see anyone, although Qi Mo was unhappy, he didn't dare to let him out of the new house, so he had to lock him in the room and not allow any servants to approach.
The tears of the three girls in Spring, Summer and Autumn have not stopped since Zhong Qingye fell. They are the princess's personal maids, and serving the princess on weekdays is their job. Now that the princess has fallen, they have things to do, but they can't.
He stayed close to serve me, but he had to stand outside the door with tears in his eyes.
When Zhong Qingye woke up, it was already dark. There were no lights in the room, and the light was dim and unclear. She sat up from the bed, reached out and pressed her chest, feeling a little confused.
"Now that you're awake, let's take medicine." A cold but crisp voice sounded beside the bed. Zhong Qingye was startled, and after taking a closer look, he realized that it was Xiling Yuchen sitting there, huddled in the darkness.
Vague and unclear expression.
"How did you..." Zhong Qingye was only halfway through what he said when he got stuck. He handed over the two black pills to Xiling Liaochen with an expression on his face, holding a glass of warm water in his other hand.
A faint heat curled up.
Zhong Qingye was stunned for a moment, smiled slightly, and didn't ask him any more questions. He reached out and put the pill into his mouth and swallowed it with water.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll poison you to death?" Xiling Liaochen said coolly from the side.
Zhong Qingye put down the cup, stretched out his hand and wiped his mouth: "You don't know how."
The calm tone was not as decisive as Qi Mo's, but it was exactly the same as Qi Mo's. It was trust coming from the heart.
Xiling Yuchen didn't know what the feeling suddenly surged in her heart. She just frowned, turned her head and muttered: "It's exactly the same."
Zhong Qingye laughed, put the cup on the small table beside the bed, stretched out his hand to pull Xiling Lianchen's arm, and touched his head: "Good boy, welcome back."
Xiling Lianchen turned his head impatiently: "I'm not a child."
"I know, I know, good boy." Zhong Qingye said perfunctorily, reaching out to continue combing his hair. I don't know what kind of shampoo this kid used. His hair quality is very good, and it feels like silk.
"Also, I didn't leave at all, why did I come back?" Seeing that he couldn't free himself from her hand, Xiling Lianchen simply stopped moving and asked with two thick eyebrows furrowed in displeasure.
Zhong Qingye just smiled and did not answer.
Xiling Lianchen's body did not leave, but his heart left, and he almost fell into a swamp of despair and could not get out. Fortunately, Zhong Qingye did not lose sight, he was indeed a strong child.
Zhong Qingye said, welcome back. And it was true.
Seeing that she had no intention of answering, Xiling Lianchen didn't bother to ask any more questions. He freed himself from her arm and polished the long candle in the room with the flint he found. The fire flickered and dimly lit up.
"If you don't wake up, Qi Mo will overthrow the palace." Xiling Liaochen put the candlestick on the table and said lightly. He turned his head and glanced at Zhong Qingye with a half-smile: "He is very
Like you."
Zhong Qingye frowned, walked down from the bed, and gave Xiling Lianchen a heavy blow with his hand. The child frowned in pain, covered his head with his hands, and looked at Zhong Qingye angrily: "What are you doing?
?”
"You look like a child!" Zhong Qingye raised his hands nonchalantly: "If you show me that expression again, I will swell your head."
Xiling Lianchen: "..."
"I have discussed with Qi Mo. Your identity must be changed again. The name Xiling Liaochen must be put away and no longer called. From now on, your identity will be that of the orphan I picked up on the roadside. You can decide for yourself.
What's your name?" Zhong Qingye sat up on the chair. He didn't mind the coldness in his single clothes. He touched the child's head and said calmly: "It's okay to change the name and start over."
Xiling Lianchen's eyes flashed, and he tilted his head to one side, his tone dark and dull: "There will never be another beginning, my..."
"There will be!" Zhong Qingye interrupted his frustrated words with a firm tone. He stretched out his hand to draw him into his arms and hugged him quietly: "Even people like me can have a new beginning, and so can you.
There will be."
Xiling Lianchen was stunned and looked up at her.
Zhong Qingye smiled, his dark eyes gleaming with light, as bright and moving as the sun, but unfortunately it was just a floating layer. Xiling Liaochen could clearly see that the sadness hidden in his eyes was no less than his.
His heart suddenly felt painful. Although he didn't understand why the woman in front of him, whose family was intact and seemed happy, had such a look in her eyes, it didn't seem to matter what the reason was.
This woman's embrace is warm, almost like a mother... Her voice is not loud, even a little hoarse, but it sounds like it makes people involuntarily feel hopeful.
Xiling Lianchen lowered his head slightly, and his long eyelashes obscured the expression in his eyes.
Zhong Qingye... No wonder even Prince Rui Qi Mo values you so much...
She is really a dangerous woman who people can’t help but approach...
"Xi Zang." The child suddenly said in a deep voice, his tone was calm, and his expression when he raised his head showed no wavering: "I want to be called this name."
Zhong Qingye smiled warmly and nodded: "Okay."
She didn't ask him why, she just listened to what he said and agreed without hesitation, just like she swallowed the medicine he handed over without asking a question, believing it inexplicably but turning back.
Xiling Lianchen, no, Xi Zhan bit his lower lip hard.
This inexplicable woman!
I don't know if Zhong Qingye had his idea. At this moment, he smiled slightly and stretched out his hands to hold him in his arms again. His sharp chin rested on the child's back, and he could feel the warm temperature.
Zang, in ancient proverbs, means the sun is westward. Although Zhong Qingye doesn't know why he chose the surname "Xi", the child has understood that the sun in his former world has turned westward and is about to set. However, alone
His own sun is about to rise.
So Xi Zang, don't be afraid. Although your name has changed from "morning" to "昃", you have not lost the sun.