"Sister, are you going back to the palace?" After being sent out of the village by the villagers, Shi Qing got on the carriage and smiled lightly at Yi Lingshang, who was on horseback not far away.
"Prince, my sister Qinglei is in trouble for you. I didn't come to ride today, but something like this happened again."
She looked at Qing Lei, who was standing aside with her hands intertwined in front of her chest because of nervousness.
He just smiled and said, "If my sister goes to go with the prince, I won't accompany you anymore."
Although she was very worried about this prince, it was important to return to the palace right now.
Yi Lingshang was not as frivolous as when he met Shi Qing alone. At this time, he seemed steady and upright.
"My dear, please don't worry."
After saying that, he fished it out with his big hand and put Qinglei on the horse, causing Qinglei to scream in surprise.
The horse galloped wildly, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Jiazi, return to the palace."
He was still injured, so he couldn't ride a horse, but Jiazi looked evasive when he helped Shiqing.
"What's wrong? Xiao Jiazi, your expression is really weird."
Shiqing scolded Jiazi and asked Jiazi to open the car door, but immediately, she was dumbfounded.
Not dumbfounded, but surprised and a little at a loss.
In the small carriage, a figure dressed in bright yellow sat lazily, with one hand on his forehead, as if he was taking a nap.
Standing still, the person inside said something leisurely but did not open his eyes.
"Why don't you come up, my beloved concubine?"
It was still the cold voice that made Shi Qing, who was stunned, react.
But, why is Ming Qingyue here?
The carriage moved slowly, but the atmosphere inside was a bit strange. Shi Qing did not resist Ming Qingyue, an uninvited guest.
The man who secretly closed his eyes and rested his mind slightly raised his eyebrows.
What, if you don’t tell me how you got from the palace to this place, all you can do is pretend to be cool and cold-faced when you get on someone else’s carriage.
What a bitter gourd face!
Shiqing pursed her lips, then stopped looking at him, and leaned slightly against the wall of the carriage, wanting to rest.
After all, he was injured.
"come over."
The cold voice made Shiqing jump.
He moved reluctantly and looked at Ming Qingyue.
"Come to me." Ming Qingyue suddenly opened his eyes, and there was suddenly a touch of warmth in his clear and cold eyes, and even his tone of voice softened slightly.
Shiqing reluctantly said "oh".
It was just that Ming Qingyue fished it out generously, and then gently held Shi Qing in his arms.
Feeling the very rhythmic heartbeat, Shiqing's eyes widened in disbelief.
She wanted to speak, but her lips were gently kissed with a soft kiss, as if with a doting smile, she said softly, "Be good, lie on my knees and have a good rest."
Could it be that Ming Qingyue is possessed by evil spirits? Is he so kind to me?
Shiqing blinked her big eyes, but she still leaned in obediently. After all, it was a free lunch, and the emperor’s brother made the meat mat himself. Anyone who didn’t want it would be a fool.
Without the previous noise, both of them suddenly enjoyed this second quietly.
When Shi Qing came out of the palace, Ming Qingyue's Jiangyi team was watching secretly. The moment he knew she was injured, he became anxious and rushed over after the morning session.
Looking at the man who was mumbling in his arms, his face turned slightly pale, and his thick brows and beard were frowning tightly because of the pain in his body.
He stretched out his slender fingers to stroke his slender eyebrows.
As if she had had a particularly long dream, when Shiqing opened her eyes again, she found that she was already in her bedroom.
Both Jia Yin and Cai'er looked very ugly.
"Mother, you are finally awake."
Feeling the pain in her back, Shiqing realized that this was not a dream.