first concubine

Chapter 105 The Grace of One Sleep.

Gazing into the abyss?

Qiu Yinong's footsteps stopped suddenly, could it be that this man could see what she wanted to do?
If she wants to overthrow Zhan Yu's world, she is walking in an abyss, and every step she takes, she may be crushed to pieces.

Looking back at Ku Gu Huan, he was lying on his back on the blanket, covering his face with his hands, the wind blew over slowly, blowing the hem of his clothes, gently undulating.

She looked at his figure with some doubts.

"Why do you want to save me?"

This man was rescued three times, one time when she was hunted down by Su Dingkang's men, once by Qiu Fengyi's men, and the last time when she was thrown into the water by Zhan Yue.

And every time, his appearance is always so natural,

The man did not wake up, as if he was slightly drunk.

After not speaking for a long time, Qiu Yinong almost thought that the man lying on the blanket under the breeze had fallen asleep.

After a long time, he spoke.

The voice was slightly hoarse, mixed with some vague voices, but it was infinitely pleasant: "I will repay your kindness for sleeping!"

A good night's sleep.

Qiu Yi's face immediately burned hotly. It's good not to mention what happened that night, but if it is mentioned, it will inevitably be embarrassing.

"No need to repay, that night, it was an accident."

She stumbled into his other garden by mistake, and happened to run into him who was demonized, no wonder who.

Besides, if she hadn't broken into his other garden, she wouldn't be able to get her life back.

It's better to lose your life than to lose your life, right?

The man's beautiful thin lips curled up, and he smiled gracefully: "A Nong, that's not an accident, it's destiny."

destiny?
What is destiny?

She wanted to ask him what that meant, but he spoke first, and issued the order to evict the guest, with a soft voice: "It's going to rain today, take that umbrella with you when you leave."

Qiu Yinong looked over, and there was an oiled paper umbrella leaning on the edge of the low table.

On the plain oiled paper umbrella, the blood-red plum blossoms are blooming brightly, brightly and proudly.

He didn't seem to want to talk anymore, Qiu Yinong simply didn't say anything, picked up the oil-paper umbrella, turned around and walked into the lush bamboo forest.

The man in white clothes behind him, with the wind blowing through his temples, has a beautiful face, and there is a little sad thought on the corners of his eyes and brows.

Finally he let out a long sigh.

The twilight of the spring day is smoky, the spring breeze is chilly, the wine boiled on the low table in the bamboo pavilion is fragrant, and the people at the low table are slightly drunk.

This seems to be the life of a proton.

Qiu Yinong couldn't find a way out, so she let the little maid lead her out.

The little maid was very active, walking in front, chatting with her with a smile.

She said her name was Hua Ning, but her son never called her by her name, he always called her San'er, which sounded nice, so she didn't get angry.

Qiu Yinong followed behind her, listening to the little girl's charming words, the corners of her mouth slightly curved.

This little girl is really interesting.

As soon as she returned to Xiangfu, Qiu Yinong obviously felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

The entire Xiangfu was quiet, the air was filled with the tense atmosphere of martial law, and the rain was lingering, and the whole mansion was shrouded in white drizzle.

There were few people in the courtyard.

Usually at this time, there should be servants standing on both sides of the corridors in the various courtyards of the Prime Minister's Mansion, waiting for orders from the wives and ladies.

But today, no one was seen, and it was very quiet and solemn.

It's quite strange.

(End of this chapter)