After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

Now, Wen Yinyang's threat has been temporarily subsided, and the opportunity is fleeting.

Lin Han's oath, to her, was a heavy trust. No matter where she was in Qingzhou, as long as they had a mutual understanding, what was there to fear in the vast sea of ​​people?

Just as Cui Rong was immersed in this sweetness and longing, an ominous sign came from the back mountain, carrying a sense of uneasiness.

Those secret words about the Zen room in the East Courtyard were like a cold wind that blew away the warmth that had just accumulated.

"I heard that there was a secret meeting in the East Courtyard Zen Room?"

"Really? Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"It is rumored that it was a lady from a wealthy family. The two of them behaved intimately and went straight to the East Courtyard. The Zen room has long been abandoned. What is their purpose in being so secretive?"

The message is like a sharp blade, cold and hurtful.

Cui Rong knew very well that rumors were enough to destroy a person, let alone a big family that valued its reputation.

But at this moment, she did not hesitate. Since she had made up her mind, the ups and downs in the outside world were nothing more than tests on the road to her ideal.

In this turbulent world, the story of Cui Rongrong and Lin Han is quietly weaving their own legend, regardless of other people's opinions, just because they love each other and have nothing to fear.

At this moment, the men's vulgar laughter and frivolous discussions echoed in the night. Their hurried footsteps gradually faded away, leaving behind only unbearable gossip.

Cui Rongrong paused for a moment, her eyes flashed sharply, and she quickly turned to her personal maid Su Yue, with a barely perceptible urgency in her tone: "Su Yue, have you noticed where the Seventh Miss has gone?"

Su Yue was startled, her eyes flickering, as if recalling something: "I, I really didn't pay much attention. The old lady has gone into the Zen room to rest, and the fifth lady said she wanted to go to the back hills to enjoy the cherry blossoms. The seventh lady should be with the fifth lady."

"Look for it immediately!"

The order was concise and firm.

"Yes."

Su Yue took the order and ran straight to the cherry blossom forest on the back mountain.

However, after just a few steps, he met Wen Yueyue face to face, who was holding cherry blossoms and had a happy face.

"Five girls!"

Cui Rongrong's call was interrupted by Wen Yueyue's impatience: "Why are you in such a hurry? What happened?"

"Have you seen the Seventh Girl?"

Cui Rong was feeling uneasy and her voice was trembling slightly.

"She said she was not feeling well and went back to the Zen room to rest early."

Wen Yueyue answered casually, with an elusive change of emotion flashing in her eyes, adding a bit of subtlety to the conversation.

Upon hearing this, Cui Rong's heart suddenly tightened. Without time to say anything, her body was like an arrow shot from a bow, and she hurriedly ran towards the quiet and profound Zen room of the Wen family.

Her steps were quick and firm, as if she was racing against time with every step.

When she pushed open the old door of Cui Yunhe's Zen room, the empty and overly clean interior made her heart sink suddenly, as if pierced by a gust of cold wind.

Here, there are clear signs that someone has deliberately cleaned it up.

Cui Rongrong's face turned pale in an instant, and an ominous premonition rose from deep in her heart, as if something heavy was pressing on her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe.

There was a flash of panic in her eyes, but they quickly gathered into a light of determination.

Su Yue, who was standing nearby, saw this kind of scene and had some guesses in her mind.

She could hardly hide her anxious expression, and her voice trembled a little: "Oh no, those people said that someone was behaving improperly in the abandoned Zen room. Could it be the Seventh Girl? This...what should we do?"

Cui Rong's brows were tightly furrowed, knowing in her heart that this matter was of no trivial importance.

If it was Cui Yunhe who did it, once the news leaked out, it would be a fatal blow to her reputation! She quickly calculated in her heart, and a thought flashed through her mind - if it was a secret meeting, how could she be so careless? There must be someone else pushing it!

At this moment, the crowd had gathered towards the abandoned Zen room, and the scene was gradually becoming chaotic.

Cui Rong took a deep breath, her voice steady but revealing unquestionable strength: "The abandoned Zen room is close to the mountain stream. Hurry up and go around to the back and light the bushes on fire. It must be conspicuous enough to distract their attention."

Su Yue understood what she meant and did as she said without hesitation.

Cui Rong hurried to the outside of the Zen room and happened to meet a group of servants playing happily on the grass not far away.

She looked around and was about to speak, but was interrupted by the alert Qing'an.

Qing'an was specially arranged by Wen Yinyang to take care of her. Although he was not required to show up today, he still came out of his concern for Cui Rongrong.

"Cousin, do you need anything?"

Qing'an took a few steps forward, his eyes full of concern.

Cui Rongrong's face was filled with anxiety: "I need your help, it's urgent."

Qing'an's answer was firm and powerful, without any hesitation: "Just give me your orders!"

At the same time, flames rose to the sky in the east of the back mountain. The crowd was panicked by this sudden disaster and stopped one after another. People on the periphery whispered and talked about it.

"Why did the fire start for no reason? Wasn't there someone having a tryst in there?"

"This fire is not just a simple rendezvous. It could be a suicide for love!"

"Could it be that someone deliberately released the news in order to trap us all here?"

"That's not the case. Stop imagining it."

"Otherwise, who dares to go in and see what's going on?"

"Are you crazy? Who can guarantee that you can come out alive at a time like this?"

At this time, Qing'an led several guards and maids, carrying full buckets of water, and forced their way through the crowd. "Make way, make way."

He shouted loudly, and the group rushed into the sea of ​​fire like an arrow, and a life-and-death rescue operation began.

Cui Rong stood alone at the edge of the noisy crowd, her brows furrowed, the anxiety in her heart burning like a fire.

Seeing this, Su Yue comforted him gently, "Fortunately, it happened in time. The fire has now become the best barrier, and people dare not approach easily.

Don't worry, young lady. The Zen room is close to the mountain stream and has plenty of water. It shouldn't be too difficult to put out the fire."

What Cui Rongrong was worried about was not just the fierceness of the fire, but the fate of Cui Yunhe in the Zen room.

During the long wait, every second seemed particularly long, until several servants struggled to retreat from the sea of ​​fire, supporting a young man who was unconscious, with a blurred face and messy clothes.

Everyone thought that the servant had fainted from overwork from saving people and did not notice anything unusual.

But Cui Rongrong's eyes were sharp and she recognized the man's true identity at a glance - Cui Yunhe.

"Send her back quickly and try not to attract other people's attention."

Cui Rongrong whispered an order and the two maids immediately took action.

Not long after, Qing'an supported a young man and walked out of the dimly lit Zen room, and the discussions in the crowd became more chaotic.

"It turns out that they were just two men. Where did the rumor of a woman having an affair come from?"