After leaving Tingtaoxuan, the night became more dense and invisible. The silver moonlight poured down from the top of the head, giving a cold edge to the rich and grand flower of darkness.
In the night, Butterfly beside her turned to look at Qingcheng and opened her mouth several times. Seeing that Qingcheng didn't look at her, she finally didn't ask anything.
"If you want to ask, just ask." Qingcheng said with a smile without looking at her.
"Yeah." Butterfly seemed surprised.
"Why did you agree to Miss Third? Did you know that you were about to marry Mr. Ji? By agreeing to Miss Third, weren't you looking for a love rival for yourself?" Butterfly looked at Qingcheng, his eyes shining with moving light in the night.
Qingcheng knew she was looking forward to the answer.
"Don't you think Third Sister really likes Master Jingblade?" Qingcheng did not answer directly, but asked Butterfly with a smile.
Butterfly pouted: "I really like it, but I can't agree to it! Miss, you don't know how sad it will be to live under the same roof with someone you know well and compete for the same man."
He looked at Butterfly in surprise: When did this girl start to grow up?
Butterfly's face turned red when Qingcheng saw it, and he lowered his head and whispered: "The wives of the General's Mansion compete for favor, and the little sisters often talk about it when chatting, so,,,," at the end of the sentence, the voice gradually faded away.
Qingcheng burst out laughing: "My butterfly wants to get married too!"
"Miss." Butterfly stamped her feet and ran to the front in shame.
Qingcheng caught up with Butterfly and held her hand: "If I didn't love Jingren, maybe I wouldn't marry Jingren at all. Then this kind of worry and calculation is meaningless. Why can't I help Qingqing! Besides,
Just because I agree doesn’t mean Jingren will agree.”
"Miss, you are so kind." Butterfly sighed and said nothing more.
Turning around a rockery, there was a tall tree with lush branches and leaves hanging down, covering a corner of the rockery. It was dark, as if hiding many sins. Qingcheng felt scared,
In one breath, he pulled the butterfly and ran back to Lanyuan.
When the wet nurse saw the two men running back in sweat, she quickly asked what was the matter in worry. When Butterfly explained the reason, she laughed at Qingcheng's cowardice.
Going to bed at night was something Qingcheng looked forward to in the past, but now it has become an annoying thing for her. Because there are always those disturbing cries at night, and often only she hears it. She
He ran out several times in the middle of the night, not only frightening himself, but also frightening the wet nurse and Butterfly. What was even worse was that the maid in the mansion had secretly begun to spread rumors that there was a sexy ghost haunting the Yan Mansion at night.
If it happens a few times and the news reaches the ears of the ladies, the mansion will have to hire a master ghost hunter.
Qingcheng opened his eyes, looking at the dark roof, quietly waiting for the night to pass.
I don’t know how long it took, but Qingcheng finally couldn’t resist the intrusion of sleepyheads and fell into sleep.
In the dark night, there was the soft sound of water, mixed with sad cries intermittently, like murmuring or whispering.
Someone gently and carefully touched Qingcheng's face with trembling fingertips. Everywhere he touched was cold.
Qingcheng wanted to open his eyes, but those thin eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds at the moment, and they just couldn't open a crack.
"Qingcheng." The dreamy voice seemed to come from a distant country, drifting into Qingcheng's ears, stimulating her senses.
With a shiver, Qingcheng Zidi opened his eyes. There was still boundless darkness in the room. In the quiet night, only the wet nurse and the butterfly were breathing evenly. But the fingers on the face that had been touched by someone seemed to have just left, and they were still there.