The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

Lin Qingran returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion. After such a toss, it was already dusk, and the surrounding temperature also dropped little by little as the sun faded. The chilly wind poured into the clothes, making people shiver involuntarily.

After these two bouts of shock, Lin Qingran didn't have any appetite, so she had a quick dinner and asked Zhiqin to prepare hot water.

I don't know if it was too dangerous today, or because of the cold, Lin Qingran's head was aching, so she frowned and slowly climbed in with the cork wooden bathtub, the curling heat in the room , making her whole body seem clear and vague.

Zhiqin, Lianxin, and Lianyue were all guarding outside the door, and after a while, they still didn't hear the sound of water moving, their hearts couldn't help but tense, and they were all a little worried.

Zhiqin's back tensed, her voice became tense, and she said softly: "Miss, do you need a servant to go in and serve you?"

Lin Qingran heard Zhiqin's slightly anxious voice, and knew that she was worried, so she rubbed her painful temple and said lightly, "No need!"

After finishing speaking, he picked up the water and began to wash his creamy wrists. Feeling the aroma of rose petals lingering at the tip of his nose, his tired expression became lighter.

When Zhiqin and the others heard Lin Qingran's answer, their tense heartstrings relaxed, and they also laughed a little. After today's shock, they were like frightened birds.

After Lin Qingran washed herself, wiped off the water droplets on her body, and put on close-fitting clothes, she called Zhiqin to take care of her.

Zhiqin is careful, helped Lin Qingran to sit down in front of the vanity mirror, wiped her wet hair carefully, and then waited for Lin Qingran to get into bed.

Maybe it's because of today's nervousness, and because Lin Qingran is really tired, and it's only time for a cup of tea on the couch, Lin Qingran breathes evenly.

Seeing that Lin Qingran had fallen asleep, Zhiqin blew out the lamp, went to the couch by herself, and fell into a deep sleep after a while.

I don't know if it's because Lin Qingran's sense of touch is too sensitive, she was obviously half asleep, but she sat up abruptly, sniffed her nose, and faintly felt a bloody smell.

Bloody gas!

When this idea entered her mind, Lin Qingran's drowsiness disappeared without a trace. She lifted the brocade quilt and looked down at herself under the moonlight. She didn't see any blood, nor did she see any blood from her body. What a bloody smell.

Lin Qingran's heart suddenly became vigilant, and she searched around with her eyes, but when she saw the slump under the window, she almost cried out in shock—on the bed that was originally empty, the brocade quilt was raised high, The undulating posture indicated that there was a person lying on the soft bed at this time.

That was the softness of her nap, and Zhiqin never deviated from it.

Since it wasn't Zhiqin lying on the soft bed, who could it be?

Moreover, Li Zhiqin is alert on weekdays, no matter what time it is, when she hears the sound of her getting up, she must ask, why is there no movement today?

Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on Lin Qingran's forehead, she looked at the bulging brocade quilt warily, and asked coldly, "Who is it?"

"Hmm..." A man's groan came from above the soft collapse. Although Lin Qingran was fully prepared in her heart, she was shocked when she heard the man's voice, and the sweat on her forehead rolled even more He fell down, clenching his hands into fists.

In the middle of the night, a man appeared in her room?No matter what the cause of this matter is, it is self-evident what the result will be if it is known.

Therefore, even though he was as calm as Lin Qingran, panic rose in his heart at this moment.