Family Ye's Older Daughter

When the young man saw that Qimu had missed her step, he couldn't help but frown. However, there wasn't a single ripple in the depths of his beautiful peach blossom eyes. It was as moving as spring water.

Looking at Qimu's hand reaching out towards her, Young Master Jing's expression was cold and indifferent. He didn't immediately move forward to pull her, but instead waved his wide and exquisite sleeves. A strong gust of wind shot towards Qimu, causing her falling body to veer away.

Bang! Qimu's body hit the ground heavily. To be exact, she was lying on a pile of old hay. Fortunately, there was a pile of dust on the straw to cushion her fall.

Qimu's originally unsightly face was now covered in dust and was slightly distorted as she climbed on top of the hay. She looked as bedraggled as possible.

It was not as if Qimu had never fallen like this before. It was much more painful when she fell from the cliff, but she did not shed so many tears. She felt so sad.

Qimu wiped her face randomly with her sleeve. The dust and tears mixed with her tears turned into streams of black water. It was like a little ditch filled with stench, reflecting her slightly aggrieved and sorrowful heart.

The golden jade and the other treasures were all lost within!

The pain all over her body and all kinds of emotions gushed out from her caused Qimu to raise her head with all her might. She looked at the edge of the roof and at Young Master Jing who was standing on it.

With a single glance, Qimu lowered her head, which was covered in dirt, and allowed herself to climb on top of the straw stack in a depressed and unrestrained manner. All her dissatisfaction with the man instantly disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Qimu was slandering herself in her mind with disgust. Why was someone standing there and doing nothing, not even smiling, with a cold look in his eyes? Why was he able to be so magnificent like an ancient painting?

Young Master Jing, who was bathed in the holy moonlight, saw that Qimu didn't move for a long time. He finally moved and laid back down on his stomach. His movements were light and graceful as he floated down.

"Is the alcohol awake?"

Young Master Jing saw that Qimu's breathing was steady and long, so he knew that she should be fine. He raised his eyebrows slightly and went back to the original topic.

Qimu heard the rustling of his sleeves as the cold wind blew closer. She was already regretting her decision in her heart. Why did she have to get drunk today? Why did she let him meet her when she was drunk? What the hell did he come to her room for?!

Now that she heard his extremely seductive and magnetic voice, she felt even more remorseful. Why did it seem like nothing good had happened the moment she met him? Drinking tea during the day and drinking wine at night were the same. Did he take away a year's worth of bad luck?

Qimu's head, which had originally been lying on the side, was now buried under the haystack the moment Young Master Jing opened his mouth. After a long while, she finally managed to spit out a sentence.

"He woke up."

However, Young Master Jing didn't mind. Seeing that Qimu seemed to have made up her mind to stay on the ground like this, he said plainly:

"It's good that you're awake. The sky is deep and the sky is dark. Go back a bit slower."

After saying that, he glanced at Qimu. There was a hint of ridicule and ridicule in his eyes, but it did not affect him in the slightest.

After that, Young Master Jing left with a tap of his toes.

"He really left just like that? Bastard! You look like a demon, big bastard! "

When Qimu heard Young Master Jing's words, she knew that he probably wouldn't help her. However, she didn't expect that the handsome and elegant person would be so unmerciful to her. He didn't even try to help her, only waving his sleeves and leaving? Gone!

Good Qing Gong, that's amazing?! If she had the chance, she would also want to learn a few moves of Qing Gong. When he was out of the way, she would also turn around in such a handsome manner, angering him to death!

After a while, Qimu felt her body become even colder, and the surrounding chilliness was even more intense. The March night was not a normal cool night, and she endured the pain as if her body was shattered into pieces. She slowly sat up and fished out a neatly cut branch from the haystack, using it as a crutch, gritting her teeth as she climbed up.

He walked out of the courtyard and glanced at the signboard outside the gate. On it was a flamboyant sign that read "Floating Cloud Pavilion". Then, he walked step by step towards his own courtyard.

By the time Qimu returned to her room, her entire body was shivering uncontrollably. Her face was deathly pale, and her lips that had been watered these days had turned purple. Her appearance was extremely unsightly.

She looked at the bed that she had been thinking about for a long time. The small tea table and the tea making utensils were still there. The jade fan that had made her embarrassed was gone.

Why didn't she take away all these tea tables and teacups? Just by looking at them, one could tell that something extremely valuable was going to be taken away as well. It was so that she wouldn't feel frustrated by looking at them.

No matter how she thought about it, she still had to clean up. Qimu casually put those things in the corner of the room before she started to take off her clothes. She was only wearing a thin undergarment and was about to go to bed.

However, when her fingers touched the cold and wet quilt, she touched the quilt to the side expressionlessly, smelling the faint aroma of the tea. Suddenly, she remembered that this was the tea that she had personally spilled.

What else did she say?

Looking through the half-open window at the red light that was gradually rising from the horizon, Qimu sighed softly and muttered:

"Sleep, sleep."

Just wake up tomorrow.

Qimu ignored the wet area of the blanket and covered herself with it. She turned her head and put her back to the window, slowly closing her eyes. Her tranquil face was mottled, but it could not hide her serene and indifferent expression.

"..."

On the other side, Young Master Jing was also lazily lying in a luxurious imperial concubine chair. His eyes were lowered and his expression was indifferent. No one knew what he was thinking about.

"Young Master, he fell asleep."

A well-built man in black with starry eyes and sword-like eyebrows and a black cloth covering his face knelt below him. He spoke with a calm and courteous tone.

"Yes."

Young Master Jing responded indifferently. He raised his gaze and ridicule flashed across his eyes. He didn't want to bother with her at all. What did she have to do with him?

However, seeing her appearance, and thinking of how she was a bit stubborn, if she hardened her heart again, she would really be lying there all night …

After thinking to this point, he actually felt a sense of annoyance. He gave Wu Hen an inexplicable order, telling him to see if she had walked back properly or not.

"A few years ago, the Kingdom of Gong sent me some Jade Face Sculpting Ointment, but do you still have one today?"

Young Master Jing fanned the fan in his hand and asked slowly with a lazy tone.

"It should be, but that thing is precious and it didn't come with us. It was left in the mansion and everything in there is managed by Wushuang. As for how many bottles there are, only Wushuang knows."

A hint of surprise flashed through the black-clothed Wu Hen's eyes, why did His Highness suddenly want that thing? Usually, only girls would use such things. However, he quickly covered up the trace of oddity in his eyes and answered respectfully and clearly.

"Yes."

Young Master Jing's gaze suddenly stopped at the delicate fan. He seemed to be indifferent to Wu Hen's answer, not caring at all.

However, the next moment, he opened his mouth and said calmly:

"You can start heading back to the capital immediately. Take as many as you want. Bring them back as soon as you're done."

"Yes."

When he got up to leave, he paused for a moment. Seeing Young Master Jing raising his head to look at him, he immediately kneeled down and quickly lowered his head as he said:

"Young Master, do you want this subordinate to invite Zither Ji over?"

"No need."

"Yes."

After Wu Hen finished speaking, he immediately bowed and left, following his orders.

The only person left was the peerless beauty, lazily lying down. Her pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes that rippled like spring water stared at that fan for a long time without moving at all.

However, when the first ray of light from the morning sun shone through the complicated and exquisite white jade glazed fan onto his exceptionally handsome face, his eyebrows shot up slightly and he actually expressionlessly threw the warm fan backwards with a decisive backhand. His appearance was very casual and did not leave even the slightest trace of hesitation.

Then, Young Master Jing closed his charming eyes and took a nap while feeling the fatigue from a sleepless night.