The queen's vest fell off, I picked it up for you

Ghosts probably wouldn't believe this kind of excuse, would they?

If you believe it, you must be mentally retarded or something.

She didn't know how Duan Yizhen came here alone, but at this time, she couldn't tear herself apart from Duan Yiyao.

She was worried that Duan Yihuang would not be able to compete with Duan Yiyao, so she still tried to avoid confrontation as much as possible without conflict.

Duan Yihuang stared innocently at Yun Mumu, with fiery cheeks, "Really...really?"

Yun Mumu was taken aback, did this guy really believe it?

"Your Majesty, it's cold outside, let's go back." Yun Mumu wrapped her excited arms around Duan Yihuang's neck.

It was also intentionally made for Duan Yiyao to see.

Duan Yihuang could clearly feel that she was trembling when she spoke, and the hands around his neck also trembled slightly.

This should not be frozen, it seems to be frightened.

He looked carefully at her eyes, tears were streaming down his face, his eye sockets were a little red, his eyelashes fluttered twice, and the hand around his neck tightened slightly.

This woman is really scared, it's like he's never seen it before.
So, what happened before he came?What did Duan Yiyao do to her?
He looked coldly at Duan Yiyao standing under the red plum tree over there, and the cloak on the ground that had been stained with a lot of mud.

He said softly, "Let's go back."

******
In the dilapidated woodshed with air leaks everywhere, a servant girl was tied tightly with a rope and her mouth was stuffed with rags. She was lying on the ground, not sure if she was dead or alive.

Suddenly, the door of the firewood room was kicked open.

The maid who had fallen asleep suddenly raised her head and looked at Ning Yuanqing who was standing at the door.

The maid's eyes lit up, her body began to struggle, and her mouth began to whine, trying to speak, but her mouth was stuffed with rags.

Ning Yuanqing looked at the servant girl on the ground with disgust on his face, as if looking at this servant girl one more time would dirty his eyes.

He turned his body slightly to the side, letting out the beautiful woman who was following behind him. When he looked at the woman, Ning Yuanqing's expression instantly turned into a gentle and doting look.

The person who came was none other than Yun Churan. She was wearing a robe that was obviously not her own, and it was so long that it almost dragged to the ground.

Her thin and frail figure further set off.

"Your body is not in good shape, and you still have to run around in such thin clothes." Ning Yuanqing stretched out his hand and pulled Yun Churan's outer robe tighter. Although his words were reprimands, they were actually full of feelings for Yun Churan. Worry and pity.

Yun Churan recovered from a serious illness and lost a lot of weight. His small face was as pale as a piece of white paper.

Her slender body is like a willow swaying in the wind, so charming and charming, it makes people feel an urge to protect the weak.

"I really didn't expect that she would do such a thing. She has been with me for so many years." Yun Churan looked at the close servant girl Yue'er who was crawling on the ground, and couldn't help but blushed.

Seeing that she was about to cry, Ning Yuanqing was heartbroken. He wanted to stretch out his hand to hold the beauty in his arms, but he was afraid of offending her. All the outstretched hands paused in mid-air for a long time, and finally they retracted and squeezed tightly. Get up, and then stiffen your back behind you.

"Hmm..." Yue'er was struggling and shedding tears.