Zhuo Xi hugged Qingning all the way and carried Qingning to the sofa downstairs.

Qu Shiwen brought the pig's trotter soup over, and the lime was swept without any hesitation. Without a moment, all the simmered in the small casserole had become bones.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Qu Shiwen held the wreckage he had eaten and said to Zhuo Xi: "Take good care of Miss Qingning, I'll take Momo's soup to her. It's almost time to cook it."

Zhuo Xi looked at Qu Shiwen: "Is Momo okay?"

I heard before that I also need painkillers.

Qu Shiwen chuckled softly: "Upstairs, the fourth young master is serving the young lady for her period, and downstairs, the young master Ni is serving the Momo for her period. How can she not be well? Although it hurts a little, her heart is sweet. Miss Qingning must understand this kind of taste!"

Qingning burst out laughing, nodded and said loudly: "Yes! The sweetness in her heart can overshadow the physical pain, I understand!"

Zhuo Xi's ears turned red, and Qu Shiwen went down.

He stood there awkwardly, seeing that her face was not very good, and was afraid that she would hurt her: "Why do I want to watch TV with you?"

She nodded.

He pulled him to sit beside him, he refused to stand close to her.

This time, she didn't have to speak on her own initiative, and he would help her make hot drinks and peel fruits for her, as if his world was just around her at this moment.

When Qu Shiwen brought the woman's four-purpose soup to Molin's room, she saw Molin half lying and half sitting on the bed, with a thick pillow behind her, and a soft velvet blanket.

By the bed, Ni Yajun sat there elegantly like a lotus.

He was holding a book in his hand, as if it was a foreign classic, and was reading it very seriously to Morin.

Qu Shiwen looked at Zhuoran at the door, and Zhuoran smiled and brought the soup from her hands to the bedside table, and personally served a bowl of Molin.

"Momo, have some soup, your sister-in-law makes it for you."

"Momo, it is actually the best thing for a woman to start drinking hot soup and warm the uterus a few days ago. You didn't say it before, and we didn't know. But now I remember your life, it's the same as the young lady."

Molin quickly said to his brother and sister-in-law: "Thank you sister-in-law! Thank you brother!"

Ni Yajun put down the book in his hand, took the bowl in Zhuoran's hand, and said, "I'll do it!"

Morin's cheeks turned red and his eyes were bright. It was obvious that he was in a good mood, but his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, which showed that he was still enduring his dysmenorrhea.

Zhuoran turned around with a smile. When he went out with Qu Shiwen, he heard Ni Yajun's gentle voice coming: "I'll feed you and drink this, and then I'll continue to read it to you. If you are sleepy, lie down and rest. I won't leave, just be by your side and keep guarding you."

Morin was embarrassed and didn't answer, but the warmth in the room was a faint sweetness, just like spring.

After gently closing the door for them, Zhuoran asked his wife in a low voice: "What's going on over Zhuo Xi? Do you know?"

Qu Shiwen chuckled: "They are the same as one person now. Uh, they are as close as they are. Is that what they say?"

Zhuoran smiled: "That's good!"

I really can't imagine that when my younger brothers and sisters fall in love, this will be like this.

However, after understanding their different personalities, it is not difficult to understand their different styles of painting.

For example, the fourth young master and the young lady either quarrel, shouting, fighting and killing, or being kind as honey; for example, Zhuo Xi and Qingning, a gust of wind, fire, and a shower and a rainbow; for example, Ni Yajun and Molin, are simply typical literary and artistic schools, and they have a rare opportunity to get along alone, without saying love words, nor are they fucked, they just hold a book, read and listen.

If the fourth young master had changed, he would just get into the quilt and hug the young lady in his arms. Without asking her if she wanted to, he would rub her big hands directly on, and he would ask affectionately: "Xiao Guai, do you still feel pain?"

After finishing all the brains, Zhuoran chuckled.

It is the best thing for everyone to be happy.

Holding Qu Shiwen's hand, he led her back to the room temporarily: "The teacher just sent a message here, saying that the children will have five minutes to call their parents before dinner, so let's go back to the house and wait. Anyway, the masters are all busy now."

"Um!"

——Prince Ling’s Mansion.

It is not the season for cherry blossoms to bloom, but the cherry blossom trees in the garden are tall and lush, standing in the bright sun, green and green, covering up a lot of heat for this land.

The current Prince Ling’s mansion is no longer as prosperous and grand as before.

In addition to Ling Yun, who was forbidden for life, the people living here closely monitored his National Protection Army squad.

In such a huge mansion, Ling Yun can move freely, and his food and clothing are basically the same as those in other royal palaces. He can surf the Internet at will and use his mobile phone, but all this is naturally closely monitored by Luodev.

After lunch, he basked in the sun alone in the yard for a while and watered the two cherry trees in front of the door.

The moment I turned around, my eyes were calm and stared at the study on the second floor for a while, put down the tools in my hand, and slowly walked into the building.

After turning on the computer, he played a soothing piano piece through the music website, then picked up a small USB drive and inserted it quickly.

In a moment, his computer network had quietly crossed the public domain in Prince Ling's mansion. In other words, everything this computer had to do next was not monitored by Lodgeb's people.

Log in to your communication account and after passing through a communication brand platform, Ling Yun immediately saw that the avatars of two contacts were lit, one of which wrote the word "snow" and the other wrote the "P".

The mouse gently tapped the "snow" and the other party sent a message, as if it was a report.

"General Qiao Zhandong's granddaughter Miss Qingning is suspected to be with Zhuo Xi. Young Master Ni is still living in Ziwei Palace. It is said that he bought a bouquet of roses for Molin, the granddaughter of the Royal Attorney of Yan Bei, and his relationship is also ambiguous. The Third Young Master came to Ziwei Palace in the morning. I don't know what happened. When he came, Young Master Ni was there."

Ling Yun narrowed his eyes and replied with four words: staring at him anyway.

He clicked the letter "P" and continued to read.

"The method you said is useless. My brother has returned to China safely. Before the king of Citi Kingdom left Ning Kingdom the day before yesterday, Lodgeb personally revealed that Ni Yajun was not his heir to the throne!"

Ling Yun suddenly frowned and replied with a few words: Your brother’s original intention of coming to Ningguo, check it quickly.

After replying to the two people, he quickly logged out of his account, closed the LAN safely, and pulled out the USB drive.

The man went through a lot of hardships to deliver the treasure to him, and repeatedly reminded him that the online use time should not exceed three minutes.
Chapter completed!