The remarriage of the high-ranking daughter

Chapter 176 Let the conspiracy die in the cradle (1)
"Xiao Jingrong..."

Chang An called out in a low voice, but Xiao Jingrong didn't answer her, but his eyes were lowered, as if he had no focus.

Chang An bit her lip, but said nothing in the end, silently packed up the leftover dishes on the table, and headed for the door, only when her hand touched the doorknob, she paused slightly, there was something, She still had to explain it to Xiao Jingrong.

"The deputy pavilion master of Qingcheng... you should pay more attention to him!"

After Chang'an thought about it, he sorted out what Yongtai had seen and heard in the past 38 years in his mind, and then said carefully: "In the dream with you, he also appeared, but he at that time It's not what it looks like now at all. He was blind in one eye, had a broken hand, and even had a cross scar on his face, which looked hideous... Then, I saw him swinging a knife behind your back. Injured, but still killed him in the palm of his hand!"

Recalling that period of memory now is a bit intermittent. If she hadn't seen Qingcheng today, she would never have imagined that the disabled and ferocious man would have been a handsome young man ten years ago. Tou?

After Chang An finished speaking, Xiao Jingrong behind him did not answer for a long time, she couldn't help sighing, maybe it was just like what he himself said, if you can't be a lover, you can only be a passerby.

Forget it, she managed to treat Xiao Jingrong as a friend, but it turned out that she only thought it.

Tears gushed out of her eyes uncontrollably, Chang An hurriedly wiped them away with her sleeves, what's there to cry about, she shouldn't be such a fragile person.

After laughing self-deprecatingly, Chang An pushed the door open, but just as one foot stepped over the threshold, she heard a loud "bang" behind her, she turned her head quickly, but her eyes shrank suddenly, only to see Xiao Jing Rong had already fallen heavily to the ground, his face was on his back, obviously he didn't know about his personnel.

Perhaps because of the injuries on his body, coupled with the exhaustion and running around for days, Xiao Jingrong developed a high fever and invited a doctor to come overnight, but the fever still did not subside after being given medicine, so Chang An had to wipe his limbs with wine over and over again. , armpit and neck, in the hope that this can achieve the effect of reducing fever, but fortunately, the hard work finally paid off.

At dawn, after wiping off three jars of wine in Chang'an, the high fever on Xiao Jingrong's body finally subsided slowly, but he was still awake.

Chang An was a little tired, and fell asleep lying on the edge of the bed like this.

The sky was slightly bright, and the chirping insects were singing crisply in the early morning. Hearing the hazy sound outside the window, Xiao Jingrong gradually woke up.

He moved his fingers first, only to feel that his limbs were limp and limp, as if he had been run over by something, he slowly clenched his hands into fists, time and time again, until he regained some strength, and then sat up with support .

He just felt that the corners of the quilt at his feet were pressed by something, and he raised his eyes to look, and his eyes suddenly froze.

Chang was lying quietly on the edge of the bed, still looking the same as last night, but the dress at her feet was wrinkled, the cuffs were rolled up, revealing a white and slender wrist, her hair was a little down, covering her face. face.

A few empty wine jars were placed at the corner of the bed, combined with the lingering smell of wine that filled the room, Xiao Jingrong probably knew what Chang An did last night, and a trace of tenderness could not help but flash in his heart.

The last memory of last night was the scene of them breaking up badly, when Chang An packed up the dishes and left. I don't know anything about personnel.

It's just that he had a sweet dream. Although he was drowsy in the dream, there was Chang'an's caring voice everywhere, delicate and soft, just like a lover whispering in his ear. He smiled softly and looked at her. The busy and caring figure seems to be eternity at a glance.

How wonderful it would be if time could stop, and how wonderful it would be to live in the dream of Chang'an.

If it was just a dream, he would personally kill anyone who dared to wake him up from his dream.

But it's a pity... In the end, it was he himself who gave up on this dream.

A bit of bitterness gradually emerged from the corner of Xiao Jingrong's lips, he could understand that Chang'an's affection for him was not love, never was.

However, she still cares about him, cares about him, and he can even occupy a small corner in her heart, but all of this has nothing to do with love.

Is he too greedy?Whether it's a lover or a passer-by, is he really willing to push her far away and ignore her from now on, a stranger at the end of the world?

Qin Muli, what's so good about you?Let Chang'an be concerned about you and never forget?
If one day you feel sorry for her and betray her, don't blame me for snatching her back and punishing you severely!

The big hand stretched out slowly, wanting to stroke that strand of black hair that was hanging down for Chang An, but just as he touched the tip of the hair, Xiao Jingrong's hand was withdrawn abruptly, and he slowly closed his eyes, covering his eyes. Stop the heartache in your eyes, this love will be hidden in your heart from now on!
The door opened with a "creak", and a gray figure came in silently. Seeing Xiao Jingrong who had woken up, he glanced at Chang'an who was lying on the edge of the bed and was still sleeping soundly. Qingcheng's eyes rolled softly and pulled slightly. She pursed her lips and said with a light smile: "Pavilion Master, you should thank Mrs. Shen San a lot. If she hadn't stayed up all night to take care of you, I'm afraid the high fever wouldn't be able to subside!"

Chang'an's identity is not so difficult to find out, but in one night, Qingcheng has already grasped everything. After all, what does "Skynet One Dream" eat, it is not a decoration, besides, although his identity is only a deputy The pavilion master, but he is the only adopted son of the old pavilion master, at least half of the power in the pavilion is biased towards him.

"Qingcheng!"

Xiao Jingrong squinted his eyes halfway, the light in the morning was not enough, but the candles in the room had already been burned out, but he was a person used to the dark night, so seeing the playful expression on Qingcheng's face at this moment, he couldn't help but slightly frowned.

Although he didn't repel the adopted son left behind by his master, he still had some precautions after all.

And Qingcheng is too perfect, so perfect that everyone in the world should believe in him, worship him, and follow him, at least most of the elders in the pavilion are willing to get close to him, not the cold self.

The corners of his lips were gradually pursed into a straight line, Xiao Jingrong slightly raised his eyebrows, his eyes swept across Chang An's body, this girl was sleeping soundly, obviously she was completely indifferent to everything that happened around her, he secretly smiled in his heart Just a word, is it so reassuring to stay by his side?

Then his thoughts stopped suddenly, he vaguely remembered that Chang'an seemed to have said something related to Qingcheng before he passed out, but his mind was in a haze and he couldn't remember it at all.

Perhaps it was very important, he could only ask her after she woke up.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jingrong couldn't help turning his eyes to Qingcheng again, and asked lightly: "Last night, did you meet Chang'an in the garden?"

(End of this chapter)