Lin Qingran returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion. After all this hard work, it was already dusk, and the surrounding temperature had dropped as the daylight faded little by little. The lanterns under the eaves of the corridor of the Prime Minister's Mansion had been lit by servants, carrying
The chilly wind blew into the clothes, making people shiver.
After two such shocks, Lin Qingran still had no appetite. He had some dinner and asked Zhiqin to prepare hot water.
She didn't know whether it was because she had had a thrilling day today or because she had caught a cold. Lin Qingran's head was aching, so she frowned and slowly climbed in while holding the wooden bathtub. The heat in the room curled up.
, making her whole person seem clear and blurry.
Zhiqin, Lianxin, and Lianyue were all guarding the door. After a while, they didn't hear the sound of water moving. Their hearts tightened, and they were all a little worried.
Zhiqin's back tensed, her voice was a little tight, and she said softly: "Miss, do you need a slave to come in and serve you?"
Lin Qingran heard Zhiqin's slightly anxious voice and knew that she was worried. She rubbed her painful temples and said lightly: "No need!"
After that, he poured some water and started to wash his hands. Feeling the fragrance of rose petals lingering on the tip of his nose, his tired expression became lighter.
When Zhiqin and others heard Lin Qingran's answer, their tense heartstrings relaxed, and they themselves laughed a little. After this shock, they seemed to be frightened.
After Lin Qingran washed himself, wiped off the water droplets on his body, and put on close-fitting clothes, he called Zhiqin to come in and serve him.
Zhiqin was a careful person and helped Lin Qingran sit down in front of the dressing mirror. She carefully wiped her wet hair dry before helping Lin Qingran get on the bed.
Perhaps it was due to today's stress and stimulation, plus Lin Qingran was really tired, and it was only a matter of time before she got on the bed to have a cup of tea, that Lin Qingran started breathing evenly.
Seeing that Lin Qingran had fallen asleep, Zhiqin blew out the lamp, got on the couch outside, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
I don't know if Lin Qingran's sense of touch was too sensitive. He was clearly half asleep and half awake, but he suddenly sat up and sniffed his nose, feeling a faint smell of blood.
The smell of blood!
When such thoughts came into her mind, Lin Qingran's sleepiness disappeared without a trace. She lifted the brocade quilt and looked down at herself under the moonlight. She did not see any blood, nor did she see any blood on her body.
Feel the smell of blood.
Lin Qingran suddenly became wary, and searched everywhere with his eyes, but when he scanned the soft bed under the window, he almost screamed in shock - on the originally empty bed, the brocade quilt was raised high.
The undulating posture showed that a person was lying on the soft floor at this time.
That was the weakness of her nap, and Zhiqin would never go off the rails.
Since it’s not Zhiqin who’s lying on the couch, who could it be?
And Zhiqin is usually very alert. No matter what time he hears the sound of her getting up, he will always ask, why is there no movement today?
Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on Lin Qingran's forehead. He looked at the bulging brocade quilt warily and asked coldly: "Who is it?"
"Well..." A man's moan came from the soft cave. Even though Lin Qingran was fully prepared, she was shocked when she heard the man's voice, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.
It fell down and even his hands clenched into fists.
A man appeared in her room in the middle of the night? No matter what the cause of this incident was, it was self-evident what the consequences would be if someone knew about it.
Therefore, even though Lin Qingran was as calm as Lin Qingran, panic arose in her heart at this time.