Xia Houzhan held her in his arms and strode towards the bed. The delicate fragrance in his arms filled his nostrils, but he frowned. How did Vice General Liu do things? This is what is called... exactly the same as before without this person.
?
Everything seemed weird and strange, and Shen Qing began to notice something was wrong. With the light, he realized that this was not a hospital morgue at all, and all the decorations looked like classical Chinese rooms.
The man carried her back to where she was lying. He was tall, with long hair half tied up, and the fabric and tailoring of his clothes were not like those worn by modern people. Shen Qing's fear and confusion gradually deepened. Where is this?
Xia Houzhan put her back on the bed, pinched her cheek with his cold hands, his movements were rough and domineering, his red lips slightly opened, he turned sideways, and faced her delicate face and frightened eyes.
What did he want to do?! The man's sudden movements were ambiguous and domineering. Shen Qing was anxious and annoyed but couldn't stop him. He was so close that he could even smell the scent of alcohol mixed with the faint woody fragrance on his body. The dim light did not cover him.
She couldn't see his face clearly, but she could feel his cold and dangerous eyes.
Xiahou Zhan knew that she was afraid. The Shen family in Yangcheng had to pass through two city gates from here. What Lieutenant General Liu heard was true. She was indeed a rare beauty, but this kind of woman was as delicate as a porcelain doll and seemed to break if touched.
He didn't like her, not to mention that she was drugged.
Xiahou Zhan let go of his hand with disdain, and Shen Qing was so frightened that he was stunned.
The red carpet was spread messily on the ground. Xia Houzhan lowered his eyebrows and looked at it. He knew the general outline of the matter without asking. Fu Yanche is a prince. Who dares to disobey an order? This woman must have been forced to be a concubine.
Yes, I got up and went to the table to pour a glass of water, then walked back and fed her to drink.
After drinking water, Shen Qing felt as if someone had opened acupoints on his limbs, and he gradually began to regain his strength. After a while, he finally had the strength to speak.
"Hey," Shen Qing was stunned as soon as he said the voice. Why didn't his voice sound like his own? He struggled to sit up and pulled the quilt on the bed to cover himself. Only his soft and tough collarbones and shoulders were exposed. He looked around.
After reading it, he stared at the man warily.
The man stood sideways at the table, lighting the candle slowly and slowly, and the room gradually became brighter.
"This is where?"
Xia Houzhan was not surprised. He turned to look at her and said, "Winterfell, General's Mansion."
"General's Mansion?" Shen Qing's scalp was numb. The word "General's Mansion" was completely inconsistent with her memory. She was obviously in a car accident. She should be either in the hospital or in the morgue. Why did she suddenly jump out of "General's Mansion"?
She looked down at herself, this... this was not her body!
Shen Qing looked around, looking for a mirror to take a closer look, but he couldn't find it. There is no mirror in this room? It may be strange that there is no mirror in other places, but it is rare to have such a thing in the general's mansion. The whole mansion is full of grown men.
, who would put such a girly thing in the room.
Finally, Shen Qing found a long sword on the wall. This thing should be able to be used as a mirror! She stood up from the bed on tiptoe, walked over with the quilt in her arms, and pulled out the sharp long sword with a 'clop' sound. The coldness was overwhelming.
The sharp sword was indeed useful, and Shen Qing was stunned with just one glance.
"What are you doing!" Xiahou Zhan rushed forward and quickly snatched the sword from her hand.
She was not her! Shen Qing was so frightened that she stepped back again and again. Her memory was correct, but she was not Shen Qing. Who was she? Where was she? The quilt she was holding tightly slipped slightly, revealing half of her plumpness, and she accidentally stepped on it.
The quilt was spread out, and I stumbled unsteadily, and suddenly fell into the man's strong arms.