Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 317
late at night.

Golden Palace.

Qing Yange held the small hand of the little glutinous rice dumpling with one hand, and stroked that cute sleeping face with the other hand, her eyes were full of distress.

Qing Yuan, who was standing by the side, lowered her voice and couldn't help but sigh slightly: "Princess, it's midnight now, you've been sitting here for a whole day, it's time to rest."

Qingyange stared at the little glutinous rice dumpling without blinking, and looked at him sleeping like a quiet angel, her heart hurt, "Zijin is so good, why does he have to suffer so much?" The ordeal, this matter is my fault in the final analysis, if I had sent more people here to check on Zijin from time to time, maybe he would not have suffered from this."

Qingyuan watched Qingyan singing and blaming herself, her heart ached, she comforted her and said: "Princess, it's hard to guard against house thieves day and night, who knows that Eunuch Chen who served the queen for many years is Dayong?" What about the chess pieces placed in our Tiancang? I really can’t blame you, princess.”

Qingyange's eyes flickered slightly, and she stopped answering.

Seeing that the sky was as dark as a bottomless pool, Qingyuan persuaded again: "Princess, it's getting late, you really need to rest."

"I want to watch Zijin here." Qing Yange's tone was firm.

Qing Yuan said: "Princess, your cold is not fully healed yet. If you stay with the emperor for too long, it will be bad if you infect the emperor."

Qingyange's hand holding the little glutinous rice balls tightened slightly, and a trace of annoyance flashed across her eyes.

Why did she catch the cold at this time?
The little glutinous rice dumpling was awakened by the sudden force, and he immediately opened those big round eyes, with traces of fear in them.

Seeing the little glutinous rice dumpling woke up, Qingyange let go of her hand immediately, and gently patted the little glutinous rice dumpling's chest, "Auntie woke you up, it's my aunt's fault, Zijin continued to sleep, auntie is here with you by your side."

Xiao Nuomi Duanzi saw the person in front of him clearly, and the fear in his eyes disappeared little by little, turning into a touch of peace of mind.

Little Nuomi Tuanzi closed his eyes, and after a while, he heard his shallow and even breathing.

Qing Yange finally let go of her heart.

Seeing that the little glutinous rice dumpling woke up just now, Qingyuan lowered her voice even more, she whispered in Qingyange's ear, "Princess, you don't have to worry about the emperor's safety, Mingyue is guarding outside, and won't let others But take advantage of this opportunity, you should go to the Princess Mansion to sleep quickly, and you can get up early tomorrow to have dinner with the emperor."

Qing Yange thought for a long time, and finally nodded, "Okay."

When Qing Yange returned to the Linglong Pavilion of the Princess Mansion to fall asleep, it was already midnight.

She tossed and turned in bed, but couldn't fall asleep.

She only felt that her heart was in a mess, her eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the veil above her head.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind came from the originally warm room. Qingyange heard some movement, and subconsciously looked towards the window, and saw that the window was opened at some point, and the gust of wind came in from the window. With coolness.

Qing Yange quickly pulled the cloak over her body, rolled over and got off the bed and closed the window.

The indoors have returned to the warmth of spring.

Just when she was about to return to the bed, a cold voice suddenly came, with a little tiredness, "Song of Light Smoke."

Qing Yange's body trembled, she looked towards the source of the sound defensively, and saw a vague figure sitting in front of the wooden table in the darkness, the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Qing Yange was startled subconsciously, slowly accumulating strength in her hands in the dark, and approached the table step by step, but said on the surface, "Who are you, who broke into my boudoir in the middle of the night?"

Qing Yange really distracted the man's attention while speaking, and the man was about to answer when Qing Yange stretched out his hand towards the man's neck.

However, before Qing Yange's palm touched the man's neck, it was firmly restrained by a big palm. With a light slap of that big palm, the internal force in Qing Yange disappeared instantly.

"Who are you? Do you know that this is the Princess Mansion? You are not afraid that I will yell and attract people here, and you will be hard to fly when the time comes. If you are sensible, leave quickly." Qing Yange said with a cold face.

The man suddenly burst out laughing with a "puchi", the voice was magnetic and a little charming.

With a slight effort, the man pulled Qing Yange into a warm embrace.

Being close at hand, Qingyange could clearly see the face of the man in front of him.

Her pupils dilated a little.

"Jiu Que, why is it you?"

In the darkness, Jiu Que put another arm around Qingyange's waist, adjusted his posture, and said in a gentle tone, "I heard about Zijin, so I came to see your situation. "

Lying in Jiuque's arms, Qing Yange heard the familiar heartbeat and smelled the familiar smell, she suddenly laughed, but her voice trembled slightly, "Didn't you lose your memory?"

Jiu Que's body froze slightly.

"Don't you have a diary full of my sins? Why are you so nice to me all of a sudden?" Qing Yange smiled wryly, her eyes were full of desolation.

"You know everything?" Jiu Que's voice tightened.

"Well, Qing Yuan told me." Qing Yange nodded, then said with a sense of loss: "I just said why you suddenly changed your appearance, I don't believe me when I say anything, and treat me coldly , but I didn’t expect you to lose your memory.”

Qingyange's eye circles were a little red, "It's normal if you don't believe me, after all, everyone around you tells you that I am not good, even your diary tells you so, if it were me, I would Be very prepared and vigilant. But if this is the case, why do you still come to me?"

After Qing Yange finished speaking, she struggled to break away from Jiu Que's embrace, but Jiu Que tightly restrained Qing Yange's body and pulled her closer.

His body completely covered this exquisite body, "Don't move, I'm still injured."

Qingyange was taken aback for a moment, and asked nervously, "Why are you injured?"

She said why she could smell a faint smell of blood in the air, but she didn't expect it to come from Jiu Que's body.

"I rowed it myself." Jiuque's tone was indifferent, as if talking about trivial matters.

"Why did you cut yourself suddenly? Are you crazy? You even broke your head now?" Qing Yange was a little nervous and wanted to check the wound on Jiu Que's body.

Jiu Que laughed out loud, "I told you not to move, it won't heal if you touch my wound."

"Then what do you want to do?" Qing Yange asked anxiously, her voice raised a bit.

"Hey, listen to me." Jiu Que rubbed Qing Yange's hair, and the good touch made his eyes narrow slightly, which was very pleasant.

"Say what?" Qing Yange bit her lips.

"During the time I spent with you, I gradually believed in what you said to me, just like when I said I was hurt, your first reaction can't be fooled. I believe you, Qingyange."

Jiu Que's tone was more serious than ever.

"Then what about your diary..." Qing Yange was a little sullen.

"After the forced palace, it stopped abruptly. I think we must have had a lot of happy things afterwards, so I didn't even have time to use my diary to relieve my worries." Jiu Que said.

(End of this chapter)