Wild Phoenix Playing Dragon: Chongxi Little Silly Concubine

"Forget it, it's already like this, don't mention it again, I'm fine now, you don't have to worry, go to sleep."

As Luo Ling spoke, he moved his body inwards to make room for Yuwen Haoyu on the bed. Yuwen Haoyu's sunken eye sockets suddenly felt wet.

"What are you looking at? Come up soon. Also, don't rush to be moved. I am doing it for myself. If you fall ill because of me one day, I don't know what those ministers in your court can say. Hurry up, speed."

Luo Ling raised her hand, and pulled Yuwen Haoyu, who was looking at her affectionately, onto the bed, covered the quilt, and seeing that Yuwen Haoyu was still looking at her, she also looked at Yuwen Haoyu a few more times, but felt that something was wrong. Something is wrong.

"It's not uncomfortable to wear this while sleeping!"

Finally finding out what was wrong, Luo Ling reached out and pulled the crown off Yuwen Haoyu's head, threw it aside, and then pulled the quilt for him.

"I'll count to three, if you don't close your eyes, you'll get out of here."

Luo Ling looked at him coldly, her pale lips moved slightly: "One...two..."

Before she counted to three, Yuwen Haoyu's eyes closed.

A satisfied smile spread from the corner of Luo Ling's mouth, but he couldn't help himself, and gently kissed her slightly pale lips.

Even though Yuwen Haoyu closed his eyes, even though he was lying there pretending to be sleeping like a zombie, when a piece of softness suddenly fell on his lips, he was so excited that Luo Ling seldom took the initiative to kiss him, how could he not be excited? ...

"I'll count to three, if you don't fall asleep again, I'll kick you off..."

Luo Ling's soft words suddenly came to his ears, Luo Ling looked at Yuwen Haoyu's slightly trembling eyelashes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. Not long after, Yuwen Haoyu, who had already exhausted his physical strength, really fell asleep.

His head was tilted slightly, and he was sleeping deeply, but he was very at ease. His slender eyelashes attached to his eyelids, casting a small shadow. Luo Ling couldn't help but be fascinated by it. It was the first time she looked at him so seriously, but I like it more and more.

She doesn't blame Yuwen Haoyu for the child's matter, but it doesn't mean that the matter is left alone. Of course, she can guess who the murderer is.

Hmph, since you want to play, Miss Ben will keep playing with you.

Luo Ling snorted coldly, and there was an invisible haze in the dark eyes.

After Zhang Shaoliang returned to the bamboo house that day, his mood was a little dazed. He drank alcohol every day, was hangover every day, and felt extremely uncomfortable every day.

Seeing him like this, Shuiyue had no choice but to stay and take care of him, helping him to vomit and make sober soup. Zhang Shaoliang was sober, but he drank heavily until he was drunk...

In the past few days, when he was drunk, he kept calling out: "Linger, Linger..."

Shuiyue naturally knew who it was, but, that person was not someone their sect master could covet, it was really hard for him, Shuiyue sighed softly, hearing something behind her fall to the ground and shattered, He hurried over and picked up the pieces.

"hiss……"

Shuiyue suddenly let out a soft cry, and her white jade-like fingers instantly overflowed with bright red blood.

"Why are you so careless?"

A shadow suddenly covered her eyes, Shuiyue raised her head, but she saw Zhang Shaoliang tore a piece of brocade from her robe, then grabbed her hand, and helped her wrap the wound up.