Ling Qingge covered his swollen and painful cheeks, and his eyes were drooping.
Yun Linzhou walked past her and couldn't help but pause.
He looked calm and said, "According to our blood relationship, I should call you the fourth sister."
"Although I never want to meddle in other people's business, it has nothing to do with me, but now in the palace, we and our mother are grasshoppers on the same boat."
"So, I would like to remind you kindly that the person you brought in from outside the palace is not as simple as a wealthy businessman."
"If you want to know who he is, go and ask him in person."
After saying that, Yun Linzhou left calmly.
Ling Qingge looked at him in a daze, with doubts rising in his eyes.
After they all left, Liangsheng came to her and immediately took out his scarf and handkerchief.
"Wipe first, does it hurt?" His voice sounded as beautiful as a clear spring hitting a stone.
Ling Qingge turned his eyes and looked at Liang Sheng who was so close to him.
There was still a strange fragrance on him.
Those blue eyes were extremely cold and dazzling. Even if they didn't smile, they felt a faint warmth.
However, Ling Qingge suddenly felt a little confused.
Is Rongsheng really as simple as he described?
How could an ordinary businessman have such accurate hidden weapon techniques?
Ling Qingge thought again that every time he talked about entering the palace, Liang Sheng would show extraordinary interest.
Liangsheng thought she was beaten by the queen and was stunned.
So, he thoughtfully wiped the blood in the human body with a handkerchief.
But Ling Qingge suddenly asked, "Rongsheng, are you really a merchant from the Western Regions? Are you... hiding something from me?"
Rong Sheng's hand suddenly stopped.
...
On the other side, on the palace road, the sun shines.
Ye Siming was walking towards Qinghe Palace with Gu Nuoer on his back.
The little guy just pestered him for a while before he successfully climbed onto his back.
She acted coquettishly and wanted him to carry her on her back.
At this moment, Gu Nuoer's little chin was pressed against Ye Siming's shoulder.
As she approached, the sweet fragrance came from her body, and Ye Siming tightened her calves slightly with his fingertips.
Gu Nuoer's long eyelashes puffed, and she looked at Ye Siming obediently.
He didn't say anything, just looked at him.
Instead, Ye Siming felt a little uncomfortable.
He pretended to be cold and asked: "What are you looking at?"
Gu Nuoer smiled and said, "I'm wondering, why Brother Si Ming is angry with me."
Ye Siming was stunned for a moment, with a pair of cold eyes under his long eyebrows showing a deep feeling.
He opened his thin lips lightly: "I'm not angry."
Gu Nuoer put his little hands around his neck to prevent himself from sliding down.
When she heard Ye Siming say this, she raised her pink fingertips and poked Ye Siming's cheek.
"The lying wolf is a bad wolf. You are obviously angry because you don't let me hold your hand!"
Most of the gloom in Ye Siming's heart was dispelled by her words.
The boy couldn't help but sneer and raised his eyebrows: "Is this just anger?"
Gu Nuoer nodded repeatedly.
She pressed her little face against Ye Siming's neck, and the boy was scratched by her fluffy hair, and she smiled a little low.
"Gu Nuoer, stop making trouble."
But the little guy persisted in rubbing his face against his neck.
This made Ye Siming's heart seem to have fireworks rising from the ground, exploding.
At the same time, it also lit up his deep and dark eyes.
She rubs against him?
Gu Nuoer's soft voice came: "Brother Si Ming, aren't we the closest people? Why don't you tell me the reason when you get angry?"