The Journey of a Pseudo-Art Woman

Chapter 169, Zhu Qingxuan committed suicide
Yunran screamed, but after making a little sound, his mouth was covered by a warm and powerful hand.

"Don't move, I want robbery." There was a smirk in the voice, and the tension in Yunran's heart calmed down after hearing this familiar voice.

"What are you doing in someone else's room at night?" Yun Ran said in a bad voice, turning her head to one side and deliberately ignoring the person coming.

Seeing Yunran's pouting mouth under the moonlight, Leng Jingyan couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, then he held her head domineeringly and covered her lips.

"It's said that they are here to rob sex." Leng Jingyan's voice was a little smug.

"Rogue and rascal" Yun Ran beat his chest with a small powder fist. This man is really, why did he come to the woman's boudoir without sleeping at night.

"Ran'er, I miss you." Leng Jingyan said like a child, making Yunran's heart feel like a feather brushing by in an instant, numb.

"Man and woman can't see each other a month before they get married. It's only been a few days, but it's been as long as a few years for me." Leng Jingyan took her into his arms and said softly.

"..." Leng Jingyan's coaxing skills are top-notch, and Yun Ran is confused by her at this moment.

Seeing that Yunran didn't speak, Leng Jingyan lifted the quilt again, got into the quilt, and stretched out his arms to wrap around Yunran's waist.

"I'll sleep with you in my arms."

Yun Ran wanted to struggle, but when Leng Jingyan said this, she curled up in his arms like a good baby and let him hold her.

Yunran slept peacefully in her arms, had no dreams all night, and slept soundly until dawn.

The morning light is faint, and the clouds are rising early in the morning. When I open my eyes, the person beside me is long gone, leaving only a warm temperature.

The corners of her mouth were slightly curved, raising a beautiful arc.

Qin Shu came in with a washbasin in his hand and poured a basin of clean water. His figure was shrouded in the cool morning light, and his face was a bit ugly.

Qin Shu's thoughts are usually not hidden in his heart, and all emotions are on his face. Seeing her abnormal expression, Yun Ran couldn't help asking, "But what's wrong?"

Qin Shu loves to listen to gossip, so he probably picked up some gossip from others and kept it in his heart.

"Miss, I don't know if I should say it or not." Qin Shu put the washbasin on the washstand, twisting the veil with both hands.

"What's the matter?" Yun Ran got up, combed her hair with a wooden comb, glanced at the scenery outside, and asked casually.

"Yesterday, at night, Miss Zhu in the Shangshu Mansion died." Qin Shu hesitated.

As soon as the words fell, the wooden comb in Yunran's hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, that arrogant Miss Zhu?died?

Although the two had nothing to do with each other, and Zhu Qingxuan even teased Leng Jingyan in front of her, Yun Ran hated her.

But now, the good one died like this?What a age.

Yunran bent down and picked up the comb, "How did you die?"

"I heard that he was hanged to death at night, and the personal servant girl only found out early in the morning. It took less than an hour to come here, and almost everyone in Mingzhou knew about it."

Yunran really admires the speed of transmission in ancient times. A woman's mouth is comparable to a modern circle of friends, and she basically knows everything about what's going on.

It was the same before, the matter of Zhu Qingxuan at the banquet was very popular, and some storytellers even made up stories about how Zhu Qingxuan was greedy for Leng Jingyan, and what about Yunran, his fiancée, and so on.

I'm afraid that Zhu Qingxuan committed suicide, and those teahouses added another storybook, saying that she committed suicide because of love, Yun Ran sighed for a while, what a young age, why bother to care about those gossips.

Isn't it best to live by yourself?It's quiet after death, but poor Mrs. Zhu, Mrs. Zhu, the white-haired person sent the black-haired person.

(End of this chapter)