After being read, the abstinent prince bullies others with his wife every day

Previously, he only felt that Lin Shuning's eyes were similar to his own. How come today, when he saw her, he found that even Lin Shuning's temperament was so similar to his mother's?

He looked at it again and again suspiciously, but said nothing, and began to ponder it in his heart.

After the three of them had dinner in the mansion, Yun Li once again took on the task of sending Lin Shuning back home.

There were only two people when they came, but when they went back, there was an extra carriage.

On the one hand, Song Rao knew that her silly son had used Qinggong to bring the girl here, which made her feel a little embarrassed.

On the other hand, Song Rao really felt sorry for Lin Shuning, and gave her a lot of food and clothes before she left.

By the time the carriage arrived in front of the Shangshu Mansion, the group of onlookers had already dispersed, but the dirt on the ground was still there. The door was slightly open, and it seemed that no one was there.

Lin Shuning was too lazy to think about what happened to them. Just as she was about to walk in, she heard the young man behind her suddenly call her.

"Miss Lin."

Lin Shuning tilted his head and looked at him.

He looked at her seriously, "I'm sorry for tying you back last time. Thank you for everything you've done for our Yun family."

Lin Shuning curled his lips slightly: "It's just a small favor. Of course, if you need any help in the future, I won't be polite."

She blinked, smiled brightly, and turned away.

Yun Li burst out laughing. This girl was really rude.

……

Lin Cheng and Wang were probably afraid. Since their evil deeds were exposed, they have been hiding in their rooms and dared not come out.

Especially Lin Cheng. According to the gossip brought by Lian'er, he drafted a memorial and asked the court for several days of leave. It seems that he is planning to stay out of the spotlight.

Lin Shuning was idle, and suddenly a dark figure jumped out of his mind.

She sat at the table with her chin in her hand, looking a little dazed.

Come to think of it, she hadn't seen Jiang Yu for several days since that night.

It’s not that she didn’t want to see him, but she didn’t know how she should face him, so the two of them never met.

She sighed softly, picked up the osmanthus wine that Song Rao gave her today, took a sip, and stared at the moonlight outside the window in a daze.

In a trance, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a face that was so beautiful that it bewitched everyone.

Lin Shuning's breathing stagnated, and she rubbed her eyes subconsciously. After making sure that she was not mistaken, her heart skipped a beat and she stood up suddenly: "Jiang Yu? Why are you here?"

Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows. Very good, he called me by my name.

He leaned against the window, a little starlight came in, illuminating his smiling face: "My personal doctor has been so busy these days that she didn't even know I was sick."

Lin Shuning's heart skipped a beat, then he calmed down again.

She is not a three-year-old child. If you tell her the story of the boy who cried wolf a few times, she won't be fooled again.

She walked in front of Jiang Yu, put her hands on her hips and stared at him, saying: "Then tell me, where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Jiang Yu looked at her and suddenly smiled.

His smile was bright and brilliant, so bright that Lin Shuning squinted her eyes uncomfortably.

So gorgeous, so gorgeous, so breathtakingly gorgeous, the beauty dies with laughter, and being a doctor is also romantic...

Then her hand was taken up, and her palm was pressed tightly by Jiang Yu, close to his heart.

"Here," he said, his voice low and deep, "I'm sick."

The heart under my palm was beating like a rushing stream flowing through the silent night, with an indescribable calmness and restraint, causing a deep resonance in the vast land.

Lin Shuning's heart, which had originally calmed down, began beating again, and for an instant it seemed to be beating at the same rhythm as the heart under his palm - same mood, but different concerns.

The room was silent, a man and a woman stood facing each other, her palm pressed against his heart, stunned and speechless. The air was quiet and beautiful beyond words.

After a while, Lin Shuning bit his lip, finally pulled his hand out, turned his head and said, "I can't cure this disease, you can go back."

Half of Jiang Yu's face was visible in the dim moonlight, while the other half was submerged in the thin shadows of clouds. Only his eyes shone brightly.

He looked at Lin Shuning quietly, with some strange emotions in his eyes. After a while, he said, "Okay, I'll go."

The desolation in his tone made Lin Shuning's heart tremble. She was stunned, opened her mouth again and again, and finally clenched her palms without saying a word.

The dark figure gradually sank into the white moon, outlining an indescribable loneliness in the mist and moonlight, while the sky was vast and the flowers and trees in the distance were blown by the wind, and the fallen petals were like snow.

Lin Shuning closed her eyes, feeling sour and bitter in her heart. The bitterness seeped into her internal organs, and the complicated feeling made her finally open her mouth.

"You big bastard!!"

She finished cursing loudly and suddenly calmed down.

She sat down on the chair and rested her chin on the table. After a moment of silence, she began to mutter to herself in a mosquito-like voice: "Hey, he won't be mine...so I can't like him, can't...can't I? Ahhh..."

She actually knew.

She already knew clearly that she liked him and wanted him, but she couldn't force him to compromise for her.

He will eventually stand in the position that suits him best and rule the world, but he will not be hers alone in such a position, and she may leave him one day, so she always avoids it deliberately and refuses to face her own heart.

Lin Shuning pulled the corners of his mouth in self-loss, and lay on the table in a trance, with a tangled wave of contradictions surging in his heart. The shouts of indulgence and the rationality of admonishing himself kept coming one after another, making it impossible to cut off and sort out the confusion.

She wants to be with one person for the rest of her life, and doesn't want to be in two different places.

Another voice shouted loudly, Zhu Jiading said: "I don't care about forever, I only care about having it once!"

Ah, she is so contradictory and depressed! It is obvious that she is not the kind of hypocritical woman who wants to love but dares not to love!

What to do, left or right, to be or not to be, it's a question.

Lin Shuning stared at the direction where someone was leaving with a sad face, as if he had seen a treasure but could not take it.

She tilted her head back and gulped the wine.

All kinds of worries and sorrows should not belong to Lin Shuning, who dares to love and hate. She doesn't like them and must wash them away.

The wine with a faint osmanthus scent flowed down his chin and wet his clothes.

After drinking a pot of wine, Lin Shuning was already drunk.

The moon is bright and the flowers are fragrant.

The wind is so strong tonight, and my thoughts are so clear.

The moonlight penetrates the gauze clouds, casting a person's back on the wall.

A figure as slender as jade, graceful and elegant, who seems to never be swallowed up by the ups and downs and changes in the world.

After the moonlight shone on the wall, the conflicted girl finally got drunk. She stretched out her hand and pushed over the wine jug, falling on the table with the sound of it rolling.

The candle went out, and the cool moonlight poured in.

In the silence, the door of the house suddenly creaked, and a slender figure like jade walked in and stopped in front of Lin Shuning, who was drunk and unconscious.

He stroked the hair on her cheek and gently carried her to the bed.

Just as he was about to get up and cover her with the quilt, Lin Shuning hummed unwillingly and pulled him away.

The black shadow's center of gravity was still tilted downward at this moment, and he was pulled down by her without noticing.

Her clothes were half pulled askew, revealing a delicate collarbone under the moonlight. He did not straighten his clothes, but only called her softly, "Ning'er..."