The ugly concubine counterattacks the beautiful lady, the evil prince should not love her too much

Yang Qianqian stared at Xiao Zhiyuan until he lowered his head guiltily, and then she had basically finished her examination.

His bones were not injured again and had recovered quite well.

So he asked him to find two more pieces of wood and bandage her again.

Bandaging is a strenuous job, and Yang Qianqian's hands and feet are already weak, and she feels powerless all over.

After finally bandaging the wound, he collapsed again due to exhaustion.

This plague-ridden body is really useless.

She fell on the bag that served as a pillow, but she didn't want to sleep yet. After drinking the herb, she felt energetic.

He was warm now, and couldn't help patting the ground around him: "You must be tired, lie down and let's chat for a while!"

Xiao Zhiyuan looked at the person next to her cautiously and asked shyly, "This is not good. Lying so close will cause criticism!"

"Who is it?"

Yang Qianqian looked at him fiercely, "There's not even a ghost here, where did this person come from?

I have been hanging around here with you for twenty days. Only the two of us know whether it is innocent or not. Even if you leave, you can’t explain it clearly with a thousand mouths.”

Seeing Yang Qianqian was furious, Xiao Zhiyuan quickly squatted down and said, "I'll just lie down, don't get angry, I've just gotten a little better, don't get angry again!"

As she spoke, she lowered her head, looked like an aggrieved young wife, and picked up her bag, placing it at an arm's length away from Yang Qianqian.

"Come closer--" Yang Qianqian drew out her voice.

"Oh, okay, okay, stop talking, your voice is hoarse!"

This time, Xiao Zhiyuan put the "pillow" where he could "rest his head against hers" without hesitation, "Is this okay?"

"Well, that's more like it!" Yang Qianqian pouted, "You said you slept so far away, how tired I am to talk, I'm still a patient!"

I am the patient and I am the boss, hehe!

The two of them lay side by side, looking through the gaps in the woods at the starry sky.

The moon was bright, rounder than last night. The moonlight was broken by the leaves, shining on the ground in patches, making it look mottled but with a different kind of feeling.

"Fifteen, right?"

Yang Qianqian calculated the date and found out that they would be released in late January.

It was only three or four days on the road, and we have been in this forest for about twenty days. Looking at the moon again, it's about the same.

"Probably, or sixteen!"

Xiao Zhiyuan put one hand behind his head and said, "The moon is full on the 16th, luckily it's not the Mid-Autumn Festival, otherwise my mother would be worried."

August 15th is the day when families reunite.

Yang Qianqian smiled bitterly: "Have you ever thought about what to do if we stay here and can't get out?"

Xiao Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Actually, following you, I never thought that we would not be able to get out!"

"You have so much confidence in me?"

"I don't know!" Xiao Zhiyuan shook his head. "You...always make people feel at ease, and you can make people follow you wholeheartedly!"

"It seems that I am a good boss!" Yang Qianqian looked at him with pretended complacency, "You think so, right?"

Xiao Zhiyuan looked back at her, smiled again, and nodded: "Yes...if you can be more modest!"

"Haha!" Yang Qianqian also laughed.

"But I still want you to answer this question. What I mean is, if we can't get out and are trapped here for the rest of our lives, what will you do?"

Xiao Zhiyuan turned his head and faced the stars in the sky. After a moment of silence, he said, "I should be worried about my mother!"

"Other than that?"

"Other than that... I think everything here is pretty good. If someone keeps providing us with food, I think it would be nice to continue living here."

"Not bad?"

Wouldn't he go crazy? This scholar's brain seemed to be a little strange. Yang Qianqian tilted her head and looked at him without blinking, "Don't you feel... bored?"

"how come?"

Xiao Zhiyuan turned his head and looked into her eyes, never leaving them for a moment.

"It's so quiet here. There's no noise or worldly troubles. There are springs, streams, all kinds of rare birds and trees in the forest, and..."

"What else?"

"……you!"

The spring evening breeze blew, the night was as cool as water, and for a moment, everything was so quiet.

The sound of the wind is like a sigh, and the sound of falling leaves can be heard by my ears, playing a harmonious melody with the newly sprouted green grass.

That music is incredibly beautiful.

At that moment, two silent hearts were pressed tightly against each other. They could only hear each other's heartbeats, and everything became nothingness.

The night is beautiful, and the heart is close.

Everything should be felt and enjoyed with eyes closed...

So, Yang Qianqian followed her heart, closed her eyes, and felt the disordered breath gently passing by her cheek.

"Boom!"

"Dong dong!"

"Boom!"

The two people's heartbeats accelerated, and were especially clear under the silent night sky.

"Alas..." There was the sigh of the wind in my ears, interspersed with the rhythm of the sound, as if it was being pulled by the sleeve of Yue Lao.

The face is gently approaching, and the lips are only inches away.

A man, a woman, and a silent forest.

If nothing happens, it seems a bit unfair to God's arrangement.

With a crisp "flutter" sound, the birds in the forest suddenly flew away from their nests in the night, destroying the harmony of the entire picture.

Yang Qianqian suddenly opened her eyes and saw Xiao Zhiyuan's face, very close to her. His dark lips were filled with a hint of shy desire, but it also paused at this moment.

Someone!!!

This was the thought they both had at the same time, and at that moment, Yang Qianqian's face felt hot.

In a panic, he found a sentence that made him want to slap himself: "I have a fever, it's contagious, stay away from me!"

This was a clueless statement, which made both of them embarrassed.

"I'll go sleep over there!" Xiao Zhiyuan quickly sat up, picked up the "pillow", and ran to a tree not far away.

"Well...it's too late, I'm going to bed too!"

Yang Qianqian had never been so at a loss before. She had always known what to do in any situation.

Even when facing the emperor, the empress, Yuwen Duo, and those powerful people, she could still remain calm and get away with it safely.

And at this moment, she realized that she was actually like a naive sixteen-year-old girl.

I had no idea how to face what was happening in front of me, so I could only play ostrich, turn around and pretend to sleep.