My lady, something is wrong

Chapter 126

Xiuman moved slightly.

Under the dim candlelight, a slender figure reflected on the tent, with rippling hair, slowly took off the clothes on his body.

The plain hand stretched out from the tent.

The snow-white fox fur was gently placed on the soft chair beside the bed.

This boudoir is actually just a study compartment.

The two rooms communicate with each other, separated only by half-moon-shaped curtains on both sides.

The exquisite beauty soft couch is not far from the bed.

Every time Miss Qin Er gets sleepy, she will rest here, and she hasn't returned to her original room for a long time.

Song Ruyue sat on the beauty couch with her back facing the bed, reading a book quietly by candlelight.

As soon as he turned his head, he could see the slender figure reflected on the curtain.

She flipped through a few pages of the book, looked back, and asked puzzledly: "Wei Mo, what are you doing sitting there? Aren't you sleepy? It seems that you haven't taken off your socks and skirt yet? Do you need mother's help?"

Immediately, Qin Weimo's weak voice came from inside the curtain: "No need, mother, Weimo...take off..."

Soon.

A pair of snow-white socks protruded from the inside and landed on the soft chair outside.

Then, plain white belt and skirt...

Finally, the jade hairpin on the head was removed, and the full head of hair fell loose.

The slender figure sitting on the curtain finally lay down slowly and got under the quilt.

In the room, there was no sound.

Song Ruyue sat on the soft bed and continued to flip through the book quietly.

Outside the house, Zhu'er and Qiu'er's little faces were already pale with fright, their legs were weak and they were almost sitting on the ground.

Time is approaching.

Song Ruyue seemed to feel a little tired from sitting.

She yawned, stretched, got off the bed, and walked towards the bed in the cubicle.

The two people lying on the bed suddenly tensed up at the same time and began to tremble.

"call--"

Song Ruyue walked to the bedside and blew out the red candle next to her.

Then he looked at the bed and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to take a look at the curtain, but he stretched out halfway, then retracted, and whispered to himself: "Wei Mo slept so soundly tonight, and he didn't cough Don't wake her up..."

After speaking, he turned and left, walking towards the door.

Under the quilt, the two tensed bodies began to relax slowly.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Song Ruyue, who was about to walk to the door, suddenly stopped, and muttered to herself: "How about... sleep on Wei Mo's bed tonight? That girl is already asleep, I'll sleep on it secretly, and I should be fine."

The two people who were huddled under the quilt on the bed trembled again, their whole bodies tensed up.

"Forget it, let's sleep on the beauties' couch... The beauties' couch is specially prepared for beauties..."

Song Ruyue went over and gently opened the door, and whispered to the maids and mothers who were still dedicated to their duties and held their breath outside: "Go back to sleep, I will sleep here tonight, and I will go back by myself tomorrow morning .”

The maids and mothers immediately breathed a sigh of relief, bowed, and retreated silently.

Song Ruyue looked at Qiu'er and Zhu'er next to her again, and said, "You guys also go to sleep in the side room, you don't need to watch the night. Wei Mo slept very peacefully tonight, she didn't cough anymore, I'll be watching in the room."

Qiu'er and Zhu'er quickly lowered their heads and said, "Yes, ma'am."

When Song Ruyue closed the door and returned to the beauty's couch, the two little maids' legs suddenly softened and they almost fell to the ground.

The two supported each other and went to the side room opposite, thinking to themselves at the same time: "What to do, what to do, my uncle is still inside..."

Song Ruyue returned to the beauty's couch, turned her body sideways, and lay down with a graceful curve, pulled a blanket from the side, and covered her body.

Soon, he closed his eyes.

In the room, silence was restored.

On the table in the corner, a thick red candle was still burning silently.

On the bed, in the soft and hazy curtain.

The two huddled under the quilt, looked at each other, and avoided it again.

The girl's clear and beautiful cheeks were covered with blush, her eyes shone brightly, and she looked shy and charming in the darkness.

The dress on her body has been taken off, and she is only wearing a moon-white underwear underneath, revealing her snow-white fragrant shoulders and collarbone, a pair of soft and delicate feet are placed unnaturally, touching the calf of the boy beside her.

The hair scattered on the pillow, like soft satin, spread under the two of them.

The two lay there, not daring to move.

After a long time.

It was still silent outside.

At this time, Luo Qingzhou, who had been stiff for a long time, finally moved his body cautiously, and looked at the shy and charming girl beside him.

The charming fragrance and the hot breath of the girl rushed to the face.

Luo Qingzhou whispered: "She should be asleep...I'm just..."

The little hand under the quilt suddenly covered his mouth.

On the beauty's couch outside, Song Ruyue's voice suddenly came: "Wei Mo, did you speak just now? Are you feeling unwell? Do you need mother to visit you?"

Luo Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat, and his body stiffened again.

The girl still covered his mouth with her little hand, shook her head slightly, her mouth was closed, and there was no response.

After a while.

Song Ruyue murmured to herself from outside: "It's really strange tonight, this girl didn't cough at all, did those medicines work? God bless..."

The girl's eyelashes trembled, she bit her lip lightly, her face blushed, her head moved inward, and stuck to his neck.

The little hand was still covering his mouth and did not take it away.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to move.

Quiet outside.

The wind was still whimpering outside the window, and snowflakes were falling.

The night passed quietly.

early morning.

In the moonlit night listening to the rain garden, a figure came to the lake furtively against the wind and snow, looked left and right, then walked to the lake, full of disappointment, pursed his mouth and muttered: "I'm not here. "

She stood by the lake for a while, then walked to the corner, untied the belt around her slender waist, and took off her skirt and obscene clothes, revealing a slender and slender body of a girl as white as jade in the wind and snow.

"Pfft!"

She jumped into the warm water and closed her eyes comfortably.

After soaking for a while, Fang lay down on the rock where Luo Qingzhou often lay in the shallow water, and closed his eyes with enjoyment.

After a while, she opened her eyes again, sighed, and murmured: "It's a pity that my uncle didn't come, if I could be with my uncle... mandarin ducks play in the water... bah bah bah, I don't want it! I want to do it forever An ice-clear, jade-clean, powdery and tender flower, don't be stained by a perverted son-in-law!"

Soon.

Another icy figure, holding a sword in his hand, came to the edge of the lake silently under his feet.

She suddenly heard the sound of water splashing from the corner, her eyes narrowed, she clenched the sword in her hand, walked around the nearby flower garden, then raised her head and looked secretly into the lake.

A snow-white figure was lying on a rock in the water, with two small hands paddling restlessly in the water, and its body was also twisting slightly, as if it regarded itself as a fish.

Apart from her, there was no other figure.

The cold girl hiding in the flowers exhaled lightly, and was about to leave when she frowned suddenly, and continued to wait patiently, looking at the distant door.

The cold wind howled and the snowflakes fluttered.

Holding the cold sword in her hand, the girl squatted among the flowers, waiting motionlessly.

He made her come here to take a bath often.

Bai Ling said that he actually wanted to peek at her body, so he encouraged her to come here to take a bath.

But, will he peek at her?
Even if he wanted to peek, he would only peek at Bailing, right?
The girl was thinking in a daze among the flowers, until Lark came ashore and found her suddenly.

"Hey, Chanchan, why are you squatting here? It scares people. You...you don't come here to peek at people's baths, do you? Woohoo, little Chanchan, so you are such a person!"

After Bailing found her, he didn't even put on any clothes, and hugged her madly, trying to drag her into the water again.

He didn't stop until he saw her pale face and trembling body.

"Chanchan, with me here, are you still afraid of water? Look at you, you're so scared? It's very shallow here, and there are many stones inside, you can stand on it."

"If you don't learn how to swim, you won't be able to play with my uncle in the future... Hehe, the mandarin ducks are playing in the water."

The icy figure broke free from her and left quickly.

Soon.

She came to the small courtyard, stared blankly at the closed courtyard door for a while, then walked silently to the eaves, holding the sword, and stood there alone.

until dawn.

Luo Qingzhou was not at all sleepy.

The girl in his arms had a hot face, and she didn't seem to be asleep either.

The two of them didn't dare to speak or move, they could only wait for the dawn silently in such an awkward posture.

When the sky is bright.

Song Ruyue, who was lying on the beauty's couch outside, finally got up, sat in the dark for a while, then got off the couch, went to open the door, and left quietly.

In the room, silence was restored.

Another moment passed.

Luo Qingzhou finally breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered to the girl in his arms: "Second Miss, your mother is gone..."

The girl was stuck in his arms, breathing evenly, and remained motionless.

Fell asleep?
Luo Qingzhou gently moved her head and arms away, stood up cautiously, opened the curtain and got off the bed. Just as she was about to take the opportunity to leave, there was a sudden sound of footsteps at the door.

As soon as his face changed, he immediately returned to the bed and got into the quilt.

The door is pushed open.

Song Ruyue went back and forth, and went back to lie down on the beauty's couch, and soon became quiet again.

Luo Qingzhou secretly groaned.

(End of this chapter)