Princess, the lord has come to beg for marriage again!

Chapter 120
Chapter 120
Dingxing ten years, Dragon Boat Festival.

Liangjing, Zheng Guogong's mansion.

The shade of pagoda tree willows is dense at the beginning, and the shade of shade is still slight.

squeak-

The window was pushed open, a jade-white hand reached in, and a person crawled inside.

Shen Qingyi crept in gropingly, patted the dust off her body, then quietly lowered the window, and walked in stooping.

The collection of books in Zheng Guogong's mansion is very rich, and it can last for hundreds of years. Some rare and rare books can be found here.

She has been studying mending embroidery recently, and needs to look at some master's paintings to find inspiration.

But this book library is very precious, and it is not open all day on weekdays, not to mention that she is just an unfavored concubine in the mansion.

She had no choice but to sneak over here during the busiest season in the mansion.

Shen Qingyi asked Fei Cui to find out for a long time. Today's Dragon Boat Festival, some valuable people will come to the house.

As for which noble person it was, she didn't bother to ask, anyway, she didn't need to be a concubine to meet him.

Happy to be at ease.

At this time, no one will come here to look for books, it is a good opportunity.

Shen Qingyi casually flipped through a few books, but was not very satisfied. She just put the one in her hand back on the shelf, and then pulled out another book.

In the leaked gap, she saw a scarlet corner of the clothes.

anyone?

Shen Qingyi's heart beat like a drum, and she almost dropped the book in her hand.

She tried her best to stabilize her mind, stood on tiptoe, and glanced through the gap.

Who is working so hard?I have never heard of any brothers and sisters who are so diligent.

The man was leaning on the bookshelf, with a long back and a purple gold crown holding a head of black hair.

This figure and attire don't look very familiar, aren't they from the mansion?
Whether it is or not, it cannot be found!

Shen Qing had already made up her mind, stuffed the book in her hand into her clothes, and was about to slip out through the window the same way.

Unexpectedly, just after walking a few steps, a voice suddenly came from outside the door!

"Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on it! Why did you lose me! What do I need you for!"

Snapped--

After a burst of roaring, there was loud applause, and then the sound of a servant girl kneeling down and begging for mercy.

"Miss, I know I'm wrong, it's useless to be a slave, but... I clearly saw him walking this way."

Shen Qingyi stood at the window, her heart was terrified, she had already recognized who was outside the door.

Could it be her sister-in-law, Shen Qingwan, who else is so domineering but her!

I don't know who she is looking for, why is she so angry?
Just as he was thinking wildly, another sound came from outside.

"Miss, is that person in the library?"

When Shen Qingyi heard these words, her pounding heart almost jumped out of her throat.

What is even more frightening is that there are already footsteps outside the door!

If Shen Qingwan found out about this, she might never be able to enter the library again!
At that critical moment, a blush slid across the corner of his eyes, and then someone covered his mouth.

A low, soft magnetic voice rang in the ears, accompanied by warm breath spraying in the pinnae.

"Shh, good boy, don't make a sound."

Shen Qingrou only felt itching in her ears, rumbling like a feather, and even the tip of her heart was itching.

The tip of the nose is a touch of styrax.

She vaguely remembered where she had smelled it before, and the warm chest behind her seemed familiar.

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer.

Shen Qingyi suddenly lifted her feet off the ground and was picked up by someone.

After a few maneuvers, the two arrived at the innermost row of bookshelves, and she was trapped between that person and the bookshelves.

The tip of the nose lightly touched the man's chest, the scent of Su He was slightly stronger, and the smoked man was a little drunk.

She didn't dare to move, she raised her hands and placed them vacantly in front of her body, for fear of sticking to that person.

Behind it is not a hard bookshelf, but a hand is propped there, as if she is afraid that she will be caught.

Thinking of this, I felt the breath on the top of my head getting warmer, and my heartbeat was completely uncontrollable.

(End of this chapter)