"Little Bao'er, is it okay? I, I just, just want to pamper you, want you to live a better life, want to be more able to protect you, want to..." Zhao Yuan's words became more and more humble, but also
She was getting paler and paler, and he panicked in his heart. He stepped forward and grabbed her arm, as if he wanted to keep it.
"I can't bear your thoughts. The moment I returned the child to you, there was no possibility between us." Leng Changxi's cold eyes moved away from his face, and she said
Zhao Yuan fiercely opened her right arm with her left hand and said calmly: "Let me go, or you can go."
"Little Baoer, I will not let you go. No matter how much you hate me, I will continue to be entangled with you in this life. I will not let you go!" Zhao Yuan clenched his fist. He couldn't listen to Leng Changxi.
The words "leaving" were like embroidery needles stabbing into his heart. Every time he thought about her leaving, his heart would be stabbed to the bone with pain.
When Leng Changxi heard this, her figure swayed quietly for a moment, a trace of pain and deep helplessness flashed across her face. Without saying anything, she passed by Zhao Yuan, entered the small bamboo house, and landed heavily.
Lock.
Leng Changxi didn't know how long Zhao Yuan stood outside the house before leaving, because she no longer cared about this person.
But this night, she never fell asleep again. When she closed her eyes, what flashed in her mind was the scene of Chen Shaoxuan falling off the cliff. The despair filled her heart. She couldn't imagine how high the cliff was.
, I dare not imagine what is under the cliff, let alone what the chances of Chen Shaoxuan's survival are.
Leng Changxi was lying on the couch, with her eyes open, looking through the window lattice as the sky turned white little by little. The faint warm sun in winter squeezed into the house, but it could not shine into her heart.
The embroidered pillow beside her had been soaked without her realizing it. The only thing that could support her was the hatred in her heart and Chen Shaoxuan's words "Wait for me".
It was already broad daylight, and the bright sunshine could not wake up her sleeping heart.
It was too dazzling. Leng Changxi raised her arms to cover her eyelids to block the sunlight shining on her face. At this moment, she just wanted to find a dark place with no one to hide and escape from the chaos of the world.
At this moment, there was a sudden light knock on the door, and the sound was a bit harsh.
Leng Changxi frowned unconsciously, but did not ask out loud.
However, no movement could be heard in the room. Instead of stopping, the sound became even louder.
Knowing that Leng Changxi asked in a slightly hoarse voice with a bit of impatience: "Who is it?"
The voice stopped and was replaced by a respectful voice: "Madam, I am Biyu, the girl sent by Mr. Yuan to help you dress up."
Hearing her mention Zhao Yuan's name and referring to her as Zhao Yuan's woman immediately put another layer of gray on Leng Changxi's already gloomy mood. She immediately opened her red lips lightly, not feeling salty.
He spat out one word from his mouth: "Get out!"
Obviously, the girl outside had either seen the world or had Zhao Yuan's support behind her to make her bold. After hearing Leng Changxi's words, she not only did not flinch, but continued to knock on the door.
He paused twice and said: "Madam, Biyu is here to serve you on the order of Young Master Yuan..."
Before Biyu finished speaking, she was coldly interrupted by Leng Changxi: "Get out! Let Zhao Yuan call Lingshan!"
Facing Leng Changxi's somewhat angry words, Biyu didn't seem to be afraid. Her respectful smile still flashed in her eyes, and she replied in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Madam, Mr. Yuan said that I will serve you from now on."
The matter will be left to me and Sister Lingshan, and Sister Lingshan has not arrived yet, Master Yuan asked me to wait for you to get up first."
Hearing this, Leng Changxi's hands gradually clenched into fists, and her hatred for Zhao Yuan deepened. A silent sneer curled up at the corners of her lips, and a cold light suddenly appeared in her eyes.
She understood what Biyu said. It was a silent threat. If she did not accept Biyu's service, Zhao Yuan would not let her see Lingshan. If she accepted it, it would be equivalent to exposing herself to the world.
Under the surveillance of Zhao Yuan. Based on her understanding of Zhao Yuan, this Biyu was definitely not just an ordinary palace maid. Her calm attitude in dealing with things made Leng Changxi very sure that the other party was a practitioner.
Although she was angry in her heart, Leng Changxi still had to endure it for the sake of spiritual kindness. She hesitated for a long time, then slowly got up and lay down with a cold face, walked to the door, and opened the door latch.
The door "squeaked" and was slowly opened. Leng Changxi looked at the beautiful woman in front of her expressionlessly. She saw that the other party did not show any panic under her eyes as sharp as ice. She just smiled indifferently.
He saluted her respectfully but not condescendingly. Her calm demeanor immediately showed that she was extraordinary.
To be fair, if Zhao Yuan had not arranged for such a girl, Leng Changxi thought that she would not reject her and would even like her, because she was definitely smart enough.
It's a pity...
When she thought of Zhao Yuan, Leng Changxi's eyes dimmed unconsciously, and she turned around and walked into the house without saying a word.
She didn't take a closer look at the small bamboo house last night when it was dark. Now, as the sunlight penetrated into the house, she could see clearly that it was a small house with only three rooms, one master bedroom and one bedroom.
There is a flower hall in the middle. There is a pair of wooden tables and chairs in the flower hall, and a landscape painting hangs at the entrance. The brushwork is so exquisite that even Leng Changxi, a person who does not know elegance, knows that it is valuable.
She turned around and walked back to the master bedroom, sitting by the dressing table, her eyes indifferently scanning the exquisite jewelry that had been carefully prepared.
This room is not gorgeous, but its elegance reveals good intentions. But these intentions are not what Leng Changxi wants now.
Biyu was not a talkative woman. She followed Leng Changxi into the house. When she saw Leng Changxi sitting next to the dressing table, she lowered her eyebrows and opened the window next to the dressing table.
Suddenly, the warm sun poured in, bringing a touch of warmth to her body. At the same time, a cool breeze came, blowing away Leng Changxi's hair at the temples and frowning her brows.