(Anti-theft chapter, will be replaced in an hour and a half)

She woke up in Qing'an Courtyard, covered with a familiar blanket.

In the moonlight streaming from her palms and through the gaps between her fingers, she quietly looked at the man on the date tree.

I wonder if the moonlight tonight is too bright. The moonlight does not look so gloomy when it shines on the thick bronze mask. Instead, it seems to carry the weight of history and diffuse the everlasting light.

"Good evening."

Ying Baoyue put down her hands and looked at the man who sat motionless on the tree without sleeping in the middle of the night, "Don't you sleep at night?"

The bed she slept on was from Qing'an Yuan, but the blanket she was wearing was not from Qing'an Yuan.

Ying Baoyue quietly stared at the unique pattern of the blanket in her hand. She also knew this blanket. It was the one he always covered her with when she fell asleep in Ji Jiashu's yard.

"Did you put it on the carriage?" She murmured, then lowered her head in the darkness, smiled slightly, and spoke softly to the inaudible young man in another courtyard.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Well..." Ji Ange, who was lying beside the bed, snorted.

Ying Baoyue sat on the bed and looked at her quietly, then gently got out of bed, carried Ji Ange back to the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

"Good night, thank you for your hard work."

After doing these things, she gently closed the door and walked into the courtyard filled with moonlight.

Because it rained heavily in the evening, the night sky was bright and clean, the bright moon hung high, and there were a few stars floating around the moon.

Ying Baoyue raised her head, stretched out her hand towards the stars in the night sky, and looked at the moon in the sky through the gaps between her open fingers. However, the next moment she suddenly started slightly, changed the angle of her palm, and appeared between her fingers.

The jujube tree in Qing'an Courtyard.

Chapter 245 Alone

"It's going to get lively."

A sound that sounded like it was filled with poison rang out from the abyss somewhere.

"ah."

In the darkness, Ying Baoyue, who was lying on the bed, suddenly woke up and opened her eyes.

"here it is……"

Ying Baoyue opened her eyes and looked quietly at the top of the bed curtain with complicated patterns embroidered above her head, and heard the girl's soft breathing in her ears.

She slowly turned her head and looked at Ji Ange, who was sleeping beside the bed.

The familiar top of the bed, and the familiar person beside her pillow. Ying Baoyue felt the softness of the bed under her body and looked out the dark window through the hazy bed curtain.

"The west courtyard of Qing'an Yuan..."

This is her temporary residence, and she is lying peacefully on the bed where she has slept for so many days.

Judging from the sky, it should be already midnight. It had been about four hours since she left the polo ground.

And she slept for so long.

Although she would stay awake for three minutes while sleeping, that level of wakefulness was dangerous. She was able to sleep for such a long time because she was always surrounded by people who had no ill intentions toward her.

"Did Guichen bring me back and move me back to bed..."

Ying Baoyue sat up holding the blanket covering her body. Feeling the familiar touch in her hands, she lowered her head and looked at the blanket covering her body quietly.

She woke up in Qing'an Courtyard, covered with a familiar blanket.

The bed she slept on was from Qing'an Yuan, but the blanket she was wearing was not from Qing'an Yuan.

Ying Baoyue quietly stared at the unique pattern of the blanket in her hand. She also knew this blanket. It was the one he always covered her with when she fell asleep in Ji Jiashu's yard.

"Did you put it on the carriage?" She murmured, then lowered her head in the darkness, smiled slightly, and spoke softly to the inaudible young man in another courtyard.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Well..." Ji Ange, who was lying beside the bed, snorted.

Ying Baoyue sat on the bed and looked at her quietly, then gently got out of bed, carried Ji Ange back to the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

"Good night, thank you for your hard work."

After doing these things, she gently closed the door and walked into the courtyard filled with moonlight.

Because it rained heavily in the evening, the night sky was bright and clean, the bright moon hung high, and there were a few stars floating around the moon.

Ying Baoyue raised her head, stretched out her hand towards the stars in the night sky, and looked at the moon in the sky through the gaps between her open fingers. However, the next moment she suddenly started slightly, changed the angle of her palm, and appeared between her fingers.

The jujube tree in Qing'an Courtyard.

In the moonlight streaming from her palms and through the gaps between her fingers, she quietly looked at the man on the date tree.

I wonder if the moonlight tonight is too bright. The moonlight does not look so gloomy when it shines on the thick bronze mask. Instead, it seems to carry the weight of history and diffuse the everlasting light.

"Good evening."

Ying Baoyue put down her hands and looked at the man who sat motionless on the tree without sleeping in the middle of the night, "Don't you sleep at night?"

Ying Baoyue sat up holding the blanket covering her body. Feeling the familiar touch in her hands, she lowered her head and looked at the blanket covering her body quietly.

She woke up in Qing'an Courtyard, covered with a familiar blanket.

The bed she slept on was from Qing'an Yuan, but the blanket she was wearing was not from Qing'an Yuan.

Ying Baoyue quietly stared at the unique pattern of the blanket in her hand. She also knew this blanket. It was the one he always covered her with when she fell asleep in Ji Jiashu's yard.

"Did you put it on the carriage?" She murmured, then lowered her head in the darkness, smiled slightly, and spoke softly to the inaudible young man in another courtyard.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Well..." Ji Ange, who was lying beside the bed, snorted.

Ying Baoyue sat on the bed and looked at her quietly, then gently got out of bed, carried Ji Ange back to the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

"Good night, thank you for your hard work."

After doing these things, she gently closed the door and walked into the courtyard filled with moonlight.

Because it rained heavily in the evening, the night sky was bright and clean, the bright moon hung high, and there were a few stars floating around the moon.

Ying Baoyue raised her head, stretched out her hand towards the stars in the night sky, and looked at the moon in the sky through the gaps between her open fingers. However, the next moment she suddenly started slightly, changed the angle of her palm, and appeared between her fingers.

The jujube tree in Qing'an Courtyard.

In the moonlight streaming from her palms and through the gaps between her fingers, she quietly looked at the man on the date tree.

I wonder if the moonlight tonight is too bright. The moonlight does not look so gloomy when it shines on the thick bronze mask. Instead, it seems to carry the weight of history and diffuse the everlasting light.

"Good evening."

Ying Baoyue put down her hands and looked at the man who sat motionless on the tree without sleeping in the middle of the night, "Don't you sleep at night?"

"Well..." Ji Ange, who was lying beside the bed, snorted.

Ying Baoyue sat on the bed and looked at her quietly, then gently got out of bed, carried Ji Ange back to the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

"Good night, thank you for your hard work."

After doing these things, she gently closed the door and walked into the courtyard filled with moonlight.

Because it rained heavily in the evening, the night sky was bright and clean, the bright moon hung high, and there were a few stars floating around the moon.

Ying Baoyue raised her head, stretched out her hand towards the stars in the night sky, and looked at the moon in the sky through the gaps between her open fingers. However, the next moment she suddenly started slightly, changed the angle of her palm, and appeared between her fingers.

The jujube tree in Qing'an Courtyard.

In the moonlight streaming from her palms and through the gaps between her fingers, she quietly looked at the man on the date tree.

I wonder if the moonlight tonight is too bright. The moonlight does not look so gloomy when it shines on the thick bronze mask. Instead, it seems to carry the weight of history and diffuse the everlasting light.

"Good evening."
Chapter completed!