Chapter two

In the half hour that she had just traveled through time, Xue Qingyin had seriously thought about whether she should strategize and set up a series of plans to kill the male protagonist He Songning directly, so that she would no longer have to worry about anything.

But she thought about it carefully.

...I'm sorry, I don't have the brains to strategize.

He Songning is also the male protagonist after all.

Not to mention the aura of the protagonist above his head, this person is suspicious and ruthless. Even his own father was killed by his step-by-step plan.

Can't do it, can't do it.

Xue Qingyin chose to lie down peacefully.

Seeing that she was motionless, He Songning lost some of his anger.

Why argue with a fool? He Songning thought to himself.

"Don't recognize me?" He Songning whispered.

Xue Qingyin nodded slightly.

...You really don’t recognize it?

He Songning squeezed out a voice from his throat: "I am the eldest brother."

Xue Qingyin nodded again.

Only then did He Songning let go of his hand.

The maid outside had already picked up the lamp and was about to go inside.

"Tell her you're okay." He Songning urged.

But in the end it was too late.

The maid walked around the screen: "Ah! Who is he?"

Xue Qingyin immediately sold it out: "Didn't you see? It's the eldest brother."

He Songning: "..."

The maid didn't think about anything else and said in surprise: "It turns out the eldest son is here."

She hastily lit the lamp.

The light illuminated He Songning's face.

He Songning's facial features were very handsome. When he lowered his eyes, the ends of his eyes were hooked, giving him an evil and wild look.

When the maid saw him, her cheeks turned red with embarrassment.

After all, he is the eldest son of the family, and the girls in this family may become his wives in the future.

"I didn't want to disturb Qingyin's sleep, so I came to take a look and then left. Unexpectedly, I woke up Qingyin." He Songning said a few words and took away his behavior of climbing through the window in the middle of the night.

The maid felt moved after hearing this.

After all, they are siblings from the same mother, and the eldest son still loves the girl.

"I'll make a pot of tea for you," the maid said hurriedly.

"No need." He Songning said.

I had something to say, but it's not appropriate to do it in front of a maid now.

He Songning turned to look at Xue Qingyin.

His eyes were a little dark, as if they were darker than the night. When he stared at Xue Qingyin, she felt a little scary.

But He Songning soon showed a smile. He leaned over and pulled the quilt for Xue Qingyin, and patted her shoulder: "Go to sleep. I will pick you up tomorrow."

Leaving the house?

Out of what house?

Oh, there is a vague plot like this.

When He Songning returned from an outing, he took Xue Qingyin to attend the poetry gathering held by the King of Wei.

When he came back, he asked Xue Qingyin if it would be good to marry the King of Wei.

The king of Wei already had eighteen wives.

Who wants to marry? Please!

Xue Qingyin's expression looked dull and boring.

He Songning couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Aren't you happy that I will take you out to play?"

There was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

This is so suspicious.

Then I started to suspect that there was something wrong with her.

Xue Qingyin pursed her lower lip and spit out one word: "Tired."

He Songning looked more relaxed.

It seems that this time he is indeed seriously ill.

"If you're tired, take a rest early."

"Hmm." Xue Qingyin thought for a while and asked in a pretentious manner: "Did I... hit you just now? I have been having nightmares these past few days, and I couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams for a while."

He Songning cared like a brother: "Having a nightmare?"

Xue Qingyin grabbed his collar, buried her in his chest and began to cry.

"I dreamed that you had eight wives and concubines, and you no longer loved me."

He Songning: "..." I have never hurt you.

"I also dreamed that you went out to lead the troops to fight and died outside. You were pierced by thousands of arrows. Many, many arrows pierced your body, like a hedgehog. It scared me to death."

"..." No matter how you hear these words, there is something wrong.

"I also dreamed that after you died, all your eight wives and concubines remarried. In the end, I was the only one who remembered you..."

"..." Dreaming that he was cuckold even after he died? The veins on He Songning's forehead couldn't help but pop.

"I still dreamed..."

"Okay." He Songning covered her mouth. Stop dreaming.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled again: "You will not have nightmares anymore after seeing me today. Don't think about it. Your life has not been decided yet, so how can I marry a wife?"

"Oh." Xue Qingyin responded softly and lay down again.

He Songning breathed a sigh of relief.

Xue Qingyin is becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

He hid the look of disgust in his eyes, turned around and left gracefully.

The maid also sighed: "I just said that the girl has been wandering around these days. It turns out that she dreamed that the eldest son was dead. This is really terrible..."

Xue Qingyin looked at her.

What a simple girl.

Don't like that black-hearted He Songning anymore.

He Songning walked away that night, but did not go back to his room to rest immediately. Instead, he took a detour to see Xue Qinghe again.

Xue Qinghe lit a weak lamp in his room, thinking that he knew He Songning would come.

The maid guarding outside the door was taking a nap, and she was overjoyed when she saw He Songning.

"Eldest Young Master?"

This maid didn't know why the eldest son, who was his direct son, treated the two girls better than his own sister.

But the mistress treated her harshly, and it was because of the eldest son that their life was easier.

The maid hurriedly welcomed him in and made tea.

Xue Qinghe was sitting under the lamp reading, but when he came in, he did not put down the book.

It was He Songning who stepped forward and took away the book: "The candlelight is dim, be careful of damaging your eyes."

Xue Qinghe raised his head, bit his lower lip and said nothing.

Xue Qinghe is also a beautiful woman.

She is even three points weaker than Xue Qingyin in appearance.

Unlike Xue Qingyin, she never talks about what she suffered.

That makes people feel more cherished.

He Songning took out something from his sleeve and handed it over: "A gift."

Xue Qinghe asked: "Didn't I give it all to my sister?"

"This one is reserved for you only."

Xue Qinghe did not answer.

When He Songning saw this, he insisted on giving it to her.

He leaned over and put a hairpin on Xue Qinghe.

"The hairpin is made of colorful jade. You dress plainly on weekdays, so you should add some color."

The maid poked her head in from outside the door: "Cai Fei? That... is so precious!"

Xue Qinghe looked confused.

The maid knew this better than she did, and said hurriedly: "The day before yesterday, the censor's wife surnamed Lin, was wearing colored jade on her head. Common jadeite has jadeite and no jadeite, jadeite and no jadeite, and it is rare to have two colors.

The three colors are the best. The eldest son gave the girl a three-color jade hairpin."

The maid laughed loudly as she spoke.

So what if the eldest girl is a biological sister? After all, she is still not as lovable as a concubine girl like them!

Xue Qinghe suddenly said: "Why is the eldest brother's clothes dirty?"

He Songning lowered his head and looked.

The top is covered with tears left by Xue Qingyin.

"Nothing." He Songning said lightly, not wanting to mention Xue Qingyin at all.
Chapter completed!