Shen Qingci looked at Leng Yun without saying a word and went out.
Leng Yun kept staring at him. When he went downstairs, his figure completely hidden in the darkness, then he put his sword into the sheath and walked gently to Ming Wuyou, "Princess?"
She pushed Ming Wuyou very lightly and "Go to bed to sleep."
"Um?"
Ming Wuyou had been tense and didn't rest for a long time. His head hurts a little now. He frowned and half-squinted his eyes and glanced around before he realized what was going on now.
She leaned lazily on Leng Yun and returned to her bed, almost exactly the same as Cai Yue—
If you just planted it, you didn't get up.
Leng Yun covered the quilt for Ming Wuyou, put out the candlelight in the house, and turned around and went out.
She closed the door with a very light move. Her cold eyes swept across every corner of the yard and thought to herself: These secret guards are all eating hard, so how dare they let people into the princess's boudoir?!
But in a flash, Leng Yun thought again that Shen Qingci was Ming Wuyou's most trusted subordinate.
It is common for him to enter and exit Wuyou Pavilion.
How could the secret guards stop him?
She now wanted to summon them out, so she ordered, stared at Shen Qingci and couldn't get close to Ming Wuyou for a moment, and felt that she was overkilling?
If Ming Wuyou finds out and gets angry, that would be bad.
After a moment of entanglement, Leng Yun frowned and pressed the matter to his heart.
She will definitely stare at the princess in the future and will not let anyone covet any behavior towards the princess.
...
In the night, Shen Qingci was invisible and in the dark, with a gloomy expression.
He has been with Ming Wuyou for so long, and in addition to treating patients, focusing on shipyards and other important things, Ming Wuyou is so tired that he forgets to eat and sleep.
Now that I’m just doing a piece of clothing, the young lady is so tired!
Shen Qingci knew that he had no position, but he was still resentful and was very dissatisfied with Murong Yu.
But he knew his identity very well and his duty.
It's just a little dissatisfied in my heart.
He stood in the dark and stood for a long time. He was until the sky was slightly white, and then he pulled the corners of his lips with great bitterness.
He is willing to be the shadow of the eldest lady.
As long as the eldest lady is happy and happy, everything will be fine.
...
Ming Wuyou stayed up all night and almost slept until noon the next day.
There was nothing to go to Baishantang, so I got up and went for lunch, so I sat in front of the embroidery rack again.
In the past, in Ming Wuyou's opinion, the matter of embroidery was a boring thing.
But when she really calmed down and did it, she found that even if she repeated the same action over and over again, it would be addictive.
She became addicted.
And when I saw the drawings being embroidered bit by bit, I felt a sense of accomplishment in my heart.
She was a little embroidered. She went to see her grandfather except for eating, drinking and resting. From this day on, she stopped going to Baixiantang and pierced her head into embroidery.
The days of embroidery, time passes really quickly.
It was the end of November in the blink of an eye.
The dress that Murong Yu has taken shape.
But there are still many details to be sorted out.
On November 26, the first snow of this winter fell.
Ming Wuyou was roasting silver charcoal in Wuyou Pavilion. Looking at the snow, he felt a little depressed.
Leng Yun has been by her side for a long time, and she can see some clues in her expression. She couldn't help but ask: "Does the princess want to see Your Highness?"
The court has been complicated recently, and Ming Wuyou and Murong Yu have not had much time to meet.
The relationship between the two has always been very stable, and it seems that they have passed the stage of being together all day long.
Even if he hasn't seen him for a few days, although Ming Wuyou feels missing him, he is not nervous when he knows that he is busy.
Leng Yun asked this, and she shook her head casually, "Not."
Leng Yun couldn't quite understand Ming Wuyou's thoughts, so he had to shut up and stop talking.
Caiyue looked at the snow and bit her lip.
She remembered an old story that happened a long time ago.
In Jiangzhou, the first time the lady and the Fu family saw Fu Rou, and when they picked her up, it was the day of the first snow.
Miss, did you think of that bitch?
But Caiyue didn't dare to speak out either.
She was afraid that if she thought too much, she would make Ming Wuyou feel bad when she mentioned it now.
Fu Rou is a ungrateful wolf.
No one likes to think of the ungrateful wolf who harms them.
Ming Wuyou looked at the snow for half an hour. Today it was Yue Xin again. She was really tired and rarely touched the embroidery rack. She ordered Caiyue to prepare food and rest early after dinner.
The attic was so hot that it was so hot that the heavy snow outside could not hinder the temperature in the house.
Ming Wuyou fell asleep in a short while.
As the cigarette curled up, she stepped into a psychedelic dream in her sleep.
In the dream, there is a scene of eating silently with your parents at the dinner table in modern times.
After being worn by Ming Wuyou, the scene of being held in his arms by Mr. Ming and making fun of his beard.
The picture changes quickly like a movie.
Then he stayed on the face of a little girl with a dirty face.
The little girl was so thin that her eyes on her face were so big that they were a little scary.
In the middle of winter, the cold wind was biting, but she was only wearing a ragged dress and could see the green and purple scars inside.
She rushed over and hugged Ming Wuyou's legs, cried and shouted, "Sister, help."
Then, the face of the pitiful girl changed rapidly and turned into the proud Fu Rou.
She looked at Ming Wuyou with a high apology, her eyes full of pride: "So what if you are a medical immortal? You can't save that immortal, you can't save yourself, or that man!"
"So what if you are the eldest lady of the Ming family? Are you going to be trampled by me?"
"So stupid, stupid!" Fu Rou giggled, the laughter spread farther and farther in the darkness, making people creepy.
Ming Wuyou suddenly turned over and sat up, stared at the room in a daze, and realized that he had a nightmare.
The dream is so real.
Many pasts that I never want to think back gradually become clear in my mind.
She was locked in the palace and suffered from torture and poison.
And Fu Rou, who was called her sister, went to see her every three days, admired her miserable situation, and smiled so proudly.
The more miserable Ming Wuyou was, the happier she was. Such days lasted for more than three years.
Until the last moment, she and Murong Yu died tragically in the Daming Palace.
Everything suddenly became very clear at this moment.
Ming Wuyou pounded his chest hard and pressed down the extremely dull pain, "Come, come!"
"Princess!" Leng Yun's voice came over instantly, "What's wrong with you?"
"Go and call Shen Qingci over, I have something to ask him."
"But..." Leng Yun said hesitantly: "It's already so late... If the princess has something to do, it's better to give it to--"
"Go and call him!" Ming Wuyou suddenly raised his eyes to Leng Yun, "Now!" This chapter has been completed!