Poverty is just doing justice for the sky

Chapter 93
Ye Qingshuang frowned and thought: "Are you pretending to be a court official?"

In fact, it doesn't count, anyway, it only revealed the token, and didn't say anything about the official, at worst, it's just a misunderstanding, and besides, the third prince has so many guests, and it's impossible to check them one by one.

But Lin Yuan is so shameless, he opens a dyeing workshop if he gives some color, seeing Ah Shuang take the initiative to care about himself, it is even more desperate to sell.

"That's right, being caught is a capital offense, Ah Shuang, what should I do? I'm still so young, I haven't married a wife yet..."

Ye Qingshuang was still a little bit worried at first, but it would make him look pitiful. Knowing that she was confident, she stopped worrying and said with a light smile, "It's okay, they can't catch you."

This smile was soft and playful, very vivid, Lin Yuan's heart itched to see her, and he wanted to hug her into his arms.

But he endured it and endured it, only dared to restrain and test, took her hand, and acted coquettishly: "What if I get caught? Ah Shuang, do you care about my safety?"

"Of course." Ye Qingshuang's smile faded a little, her hand twitched vigorously, but it didn't twitch, and then she sighed lightly: "I don't know when Bai Ze will come back."

During Bai Ze's absence, Lin Yuan became more and more clingy, more and more fond of acting like a baby.

Lin Yuan didn't care about Bai Ze's whereabouts, and said indulgently: "Let it be busy, I'll just be with you."

It's really a donkey's head and a horse's mouth.

I don't understand what Lin Yuan is thinking recently, but I can always cleverly misunderstand her meaning, which was obviously not the case before.

Ye Qingshuang simply said: "But it's not there, we don't even know who that monster is."

It was only now that Lin Yuan thought of the evil spirit of the whole family, and said with a guilty smile: "It's okay, I'm a Taoist priest, and I'm good at catching monsters. No matter what kind of monster it is, we can accept it."

"What if someone from another world colludes with monsters?" Ye Qingshuang's expression was serious.

The next moment, an exquisite bottle appeared in front of him.

"It's nothing more than another combination of Duan Ping and Yu Linlang, it's a piece of cake."

Lin Yuan smiled and handed the demon bottle to her: "Don't worry about Ah Shuang, we join forces, and the benefits will cut through gold."

Ye Qingshuang stared at the bottle quietly, motionless.

Seeing that she didn't pick it up, Lin Yuan softly comforted her: "I know you don't like the demon bottle very much, but it is your natal magic weapon now, it can protect you and absorb demons, so it's actually quite good, right? "

Ye Qingshuang slowly raised her eyes, saw Lin Yuan's gentle eyes, she was silent for a while, and finally took the demon bottle and put it in her sleeve.

"In case of danger, it will protect you, so I can feel at ease." Lin Yuan smiled and put up the carved window casually.

The autumn wind rushed into the room with moisture, and swept away the talisman paper on the pillar, the talisman paper fell off, and the surging demon power filled the room instantly.

Feeling the demonic aura several times thicker than Yulinlang's, Ye Qingshuang's heart felt suffocated as if a mountain was pressing down on her.

This time the opponent is stronger, I hope there will be no accidents in Linyuan.

Lin Yuan can naturally feel the weight of this time, but on the surface he pretends not to care.

After all, in the sky and on the earth, what demon confiscated it?He didn't want to make a fuss and lose his demeanor in front of Ah Shuang.

This monster is nothing more than stronger, more preparations are needed, it is really not possible, and there are gods in the heavens to back it up, you don't have to be a fool if you have helpers.

Of course, he won't just wait for the heavens to make a move, and he will still be blameless for what he should do.

In the afternoon, Lin Yuan pretended to be taking a walk in Shen's mansion, sneaking around for a busy meal.

In the evening, Shen Huanyan went to look for him at his residence, but only saw Ye Qingshuang sitting in front of the window, staring at a beautiful vase for a long time.

Shen Huanyan looked at it suspiciously, and found that she was really just in a daze, so she asked aloud: "Miss Ye, I came to look for Mr. Lin, but he is not in the room. Do you know where he is?"

"I don't know." Without turning her head, her voice floated over softly, and Shen Huanyan left regretfully.

The drizzle was like silk, and it never stopped. Shen Huanyan walked alone in the rain with an umbrella, and unconsciously remembered the nightmare of last night.

In the dream, after He Zhirong retired, he went around to smear her reputation, causing her to the point where no one would dare to marry her, and even shamelessly asked if she wanted to be a concubine after it was over?
To be a concubine?Dog man, he deserves it too!

Angrily, she said, "Even if I marry a beggar, I won't take advantage of you!"

Unexpectedly, three months later, she really married a beggar.

Although her beggar husband is not bad after washing, but the status is there, after all, it is a loss of face.

Coupled with the fact that her mother scolded her all day long for dragging down Shen Zhirou's reputation, she hated that nominal husband even more in her heart.

Later, the beggar husband somehow became a wanted fugitive in Nan Zhou, and she was forced to follow him on the road to escape.

Later, the wanted criminal somehow became the crown prince of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, and also had a delicate and frail Qingmei sister.

What's even more frightening is that this Qingmei sister is Shen Zhirou!

No, Shen Zhirou was her mother's name after living in Jiangnan. Shen Zhirou's real name was Murong Zijin, and she was the jewel in the palm of the Murong family.

The life-and-death friendship between them fleeing all the way, is not as good as Murong Zijin's sad eyes.

Then she learned that he pretended to be a beggar in the first place to find Murong Zijin.

This kind of truth snuffed out her little unknown thoughts.

She didn't want to fight with Shen Zhirou anymore, so she didn't want him either.

After making up his mind here, he took the initiative to come up to him, always wandering around, making it hard for her not to care.

However, his rhetoric is sweet, every sentence is ambiguous and every sentence does not puncture.

As a matter of course, she once again fell in love with him when she knew she shouldn't.

Under the starry sky, she held the jade bracelet he gave her and leaned against the door panel, snickering coquettishly.

Then the scene changed, and the dream turned into a frightening color of blood. She was locked in a dark room with no light, like a ghost, crazy.

Every day, guards came to pour a bowl of bitter and smelly medicine, and every few days, doctors came to sound the pulse and take away a bowl of blood.

She saw her blood being brought into Murong Zijin's pharmacy, and the drug boy used her blood as medicine to prepare and decoct medicine.

So she knew, because Murong Zijin needed her blood to cure his illness, so he raised her up to supply blood to him.

He also came to see her occasionally, saying that he was watching, but actually he was sleeping, and he left after sleeping, without nostalgia. At the beginning, she had fantasies, begged, threatened, and angry.

It wasn't until she became pregnant and had a miscarriage that she fully understood that he had never loved her at all, and that she was just a tool for venting and medicine in his eyes.

And she, without the slightest ability to resist and escape, can only be numb and crazy in the resignation.

The picture flashed by, and at the end of the dream, she lost weight due to excessive blood loss all year round, and finally died in a dark room in a daze.

The dream was so real, even though it was just a few fragments, it was so real that it seemed to have gone through a lifetime. After waking up from the dream, Shen Huanyan still had weak despair in her chest.

　It's been a long time, I recoded these two chapters, after some hesitation, I still want to close the thread, stop spreading it out, and focus on the protagonist.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)