Honglian, carrying the food box, fled back to her residence.
When Honglian walked into the room, she immediately saw Duanmu Rong, who was completely wrapped in the quilt and still sleeping soundly.
The future Jinghu Medical Immortal was just a girl less than ten years old at this time. After her master left, she stayed in the Qin Palace. After experiencing the initial anxiety, she quickly relaxed. Here,
She felt the breath of freedom.
Here, no one is urging her to complete the endless schoolwork. She sleeps until she wakes up naturally. In the Qin Palace, she has the most comfortable bed, the warmest quilt, and the most delicious food.
"Hey, it's time to eat." Honglian put down the food box, walked to the bed, and patted a small ball under the quilt vigorously.
"Ah, you're back?" Duan Murong, who was woken up from her sleep, poked her little head out of the bed and said sleepily.
"Why are you lazier than me before?" Guren Monogatari said.
The two of them were the closest in age in the Qin Palace. After Nian Duan left, Ying Zheng sent Duan Murong to Honglian.
Over the past few months, the two have become good sisters. For girls, friendship comes very quickly. Of course, their friendship often cannot withstand the test. Fortunately, at this time, the two of them
There is nothing that can be tested in friendship.
Therefore, the relationship between the two at this time was very good.
"The winter quilt is so comfortable, and there is a reason why I haven't gotten up yet." Duan Murong struggled to get out of the quilt and said.
"The reason? Back then, I could always find all kinds of excuses to stay in bed." Honglian sneered.
"Mine is not an excuse, but a real reason." Duan Murong said.
"Okay, what's your reason? Tell it and let me hear it. Let's see if it's the same as my excuse back then." Honglian said eagerly.
It had been a long time since she had experienced the feeling of bullying others, and Duan Murong was the only person in this palace whom she could bully and had the ability to bully, let alone bear the consequences of bullying.
"I waited too late for you last night, until midnight. I was really sleepy, so I went to bed." Duan Murong said seriously.
What she said was not an excuse, but a real reason.
After hearing Duan Murong's words, Hong Lian's eagerness to try was suddenly stopped, and her desire to laugh at Duan Murong by staying in bed suddenly cooled down.
Because she realized a problem, if she laughed at Duan Murong for staying in bed, Duan Murong would probably ask why she didn't come back last night.
If faced with this question, Honglian really didn't know how to answer it.
Thinking of her naked self in the morning, Honglian instinctively felt a strange emotion, and a pink aura seemed to spread all over her body.
"Huh?" A very clear voice came out of Duan Murong's mouth.
And Honglian's mind was suddenly lifted up with this soft moan, and it was lifted to a very high place.
"You haven't come back until now, that means you didn't come back last night." Duan Murong held her chin up and looked at Honglian with bright eyes.
Under Duan Murong's gaze, Hong Lian instinctively felt a guilty conscience.
"And the palace has strict rules. You don't dare or can't wander around, so you must have stayed somewhere last night." Duan Murong stared at Honglian, with the light of wisdom shining in his eyes.
"And this place can only be Xianyang Palace. You must have stayed there last night, but there is only one owner there, and you cannot stay there without the owner's permission."
As Duan Murong reasoned, Hong Lian's face gradually turned blood red.
Sometimes having too fair skin is not a good thing, just like Guren now, and Zhiyu's face completely reveals her true mentality.
"He asked you to stay overnight." Duan Murong suddenly raised her voice a lot because she thought of a terrible thing.
Honglian wanted to run away at this moment.
"Staying overnight? No, he didn't do anything strange to you, right?" Duan Murong said in shock.
"What's weird?" Honglian asked in confusion.
"That's that, that, what's that?" Duan Murong said incoherently.
As a medical disciple, she had been exposed to that kind of thing, but after all, she was still young and did not have a complete understanding of it.
At that time, I just took advantage of Master Nianduan's absence and accidentally opened Master Nianduan's book collection and saw some strange things.
Collection of books? By the way. Duan Murong thought of the medical classics that her master left in Qin Palace.
"Here." Duan Murong ran to the bookshelf and opened a box.
"This is it." Duan Murong took out a silk book after rummaging around.
"What is this?" Hong Lian was also intrigued by Duan Murong's actions.
"This is a medical book that Master did not allow me to read. However, Master does not know that I have already read it."
Duan Murong said as she walked to the bed, unfolded the silk book and laid it flat on the bed.
"This?" Honglian's eyes widened instantly.
What is that? Martial arts secrets? But doctors don’t pay attention to martial arts?
A picture of little people entangled and fighting with each other appeared in front of Duan Murong and Hong Lian.
"Well, that's it." Duan Murong crossed his arms in front of him and said seriously.
"What is this?" Honglian instinctively felt that her best choice at this time was to look away, but the curiosity in her heart drove her to move her eyes to the silk book.
"This is a man, this is a woman." Duan Murong pointed to a picture in the silk book.
"Woman? Well, it looks very similar to a man?" Honglian looked at the silk book and could find the characteristics of a woman from the special lines.
"Did he do anything like the one in the picture to you last night?" Duan Murong looked at Honglian and asked.
"What?" Hong Lian followed the picture pointed by Duan Murong's finger and couldn't help but stare.
I saw where Duan Murong's finger pointed, two little figures were tightly overlapped together. There seemed to be something in the lower body that tied the two little figures tightly together.
Hong Lian looked at it intently with some confusion, and saw clearly the lines connecting the two villains.
Honglian's heart palpitated for no reason, and she vaguely understood what the picture before her eyes was.
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"Isn't it like this? Is that like this?" Honglian's slightly puzzled look fell in Duanmu Rong's eyes, misunderstanding this into another meaning, and then pointed her finger to another picture.
In this picture, I saw a little person crouching behind another person, overlapping each other. The person being suppressed turned his neck sideways and looked at the person behind him. What is striking is that the little person behind him seemed to be afraid of himself.
As if falling down, he firmly grasped a place in front of the other person with both hands, as if this could stabilize his body.
At this time, Honglian completely understood what kind of taboo object the silk painting in front of her was. She couldn't help but rush forward and snatched the silk painting from Duan Murong's hand, her face filled with shame and anger.
"Why are you like this? Did I tell you right?" Duan Murong looked at Hong Lian, whose expression was changing in front of her, and asked in confusion.
Duan Murong, who was still young and young, naturally did not know how lethal the silk paintings she took out were to Honglian at this time. In her existing knowledge, she did not have such a concept.
On the contrary, Honglian already had some hazy consciousness at his current age. Under the destruction of silk paintings, some vague concepts of existence and human blood gradually became clear.
"There is no such thing. I was just too sleepy last night and fell asleep there." Honglian said stubbornly.
"Really?" Duan Murong asked doubtfully.
"Really, do you still want to eat? Aren't you hungry after sleeping for so long?" Hong Lian said with a serious expression.
"Yes, speaking of which, I'm really hungry." Duanmu Rong rubbed her belly and then realized that it was almost noon.
"Why don't we go over for dinner?" Seeing that Duan Murong's attention was diverted, Hong Lian knew that her strategy was working, so she continued.
"Yeah." Duan Murong nodded.
At this time, her interest in food has exceeded her curiosity about Honglian's failure to return last night.
Seeing Duan Murong burying her head in the food, Hong Lian was completely relieved and finally no longer needed to continue the annoying topic.
Hong Lian, who was just relieved, still had a sense of curiosity. She stared at Duan Murong who was fighting with food out of the corner of her eye, and secretly opened the scroll of silk paintings that completely refreshed her current knowledge.
"These? What on earth did I experience last night? Could it be something like this? Probably not?" Honglian looked at the little figures and became more and more confused about his experience last night.
Last night, when did I fall asleep? And how did I end up lying on that soft couch that didn't belong to me? And my clothes?
If something like that really happened, what should I do?
Who does he think he is?
My enemy? My...husband? Or what?
For a time, countless thoughts collided in Hong Lian's mind. Thinking of the important point, the girl subconsciously clamped her legs, feeling as if something was about to rush in.
Sure enough, a lot of things happened last night that I don't know about? Duanmu Rong chewed the food in her mouth and thought of what her master once said.