I was just playing tricks, how come I became Bai Yueguang

Shen Qingyu stood in the sun, and the afterglow falling on his shoulders gave his whole body a layer of unruly golden edge.

He crossed his arms, his eyes slightly raised, a smile on his lips, and glanced at Jiang Huashan, his eyes deepening a little. "What's this look like?"

Under his penetrating gaze, Jiang Huashan inexplicably felt a sense of guilt as if she had been seen through, especially when she thought of her own miserable state of "overindulgence" at the moment.

She forced herself to remain calm and pulled the thin blanket higher, trying to hide the marks. "Who cares? You're the one who's making a scene. What kind of show is this? Believe it or not, I'll tell Grandpa and have him cut you!"

Shen Qingyu sneered, took a few steps forward uninvited, and closed the distance.

The aggressive aura around him became more obvious.

Zhang Ru didn't understand what was going on. She was just worried that Jiang Huashan would suffer. Without thinking, she rushed forward and blocked Jiang Huashan's way. "Master Qingyu, please talk things over nicely. There's no need for violence."

Jiang Huashan was fearless and said, "Auntie Zhang, please move aside. I don't believe he dares to do anything to you."

Shen Qingyu was so angry that he laughed.

He gestured behind him, and Gu He, who had been standing quietly not far away, immediately stepped forward.

"Master Qingyu! This is not allowed!" Zhang Ru stamped her feet anxiously, but was stopped firmly by Gu He. She could only watch herself being dragged out of the Ju Garden.

Jiang Huashan didn't expect Shen Qingyu to be so bold. She was so angry that she stood up from the recliner, "Shen Qingyu!"

"Don't shout."

The next second, Shen Qingyu squatted down nimbly, and amid her exclamation, he carried the person and the blanket on his shoulders.

"!" Jiang Huashan was stunned for a second. When she reacted, she felt dizzy. Her already sore waist was hurt by his shoulder. She struggled with her hands and feet, "Shen Qingyu! Put me down!"

No matter how she struggled, it was like cotton hitting a steel plate. In a rage, Jiang Huashan lowered her head and bit the steel plate hard.

Shen Qingyu's body stiffened noticeably and his steps stopped abruptly.

He closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolling with difficulty, "Jiang Huashan, let go."

"I won't let go!" Jiang Huashan grinded his teeth.

"...Okay!" Shen Qingyu gritted his teeth, "Then you can continue biting it. It's a good opportunity to keep your ears clean."

As he spoke, he quickened his pace, took three or two steps up the wooden stairs of the embroidery building, kicked the door open, strode through the boudoir, and threw the lump on his shoulder onto the soft bed without any mercy.

Jiang Huashan bounced on the mattress and just as she stood up, she saw Shen Qingyu locked the door and came back.

"...What are you crazy about?" She was so angry that she picked up the pillow on the bed and threw it at Shen Guiling.

Shen Qingyu tilted her head to avoid him, slowly loosened her collar, pulled the princess chair beside the bed and sat down, her eyes fixed on her, "Why am I crazy? It's all because of you."

Jiang Huashan immediately realized that he was brooding over her complaint and immediately retorted, "Who forced you? I just said a few words to Grandpa about you. Haven't you knelt in enough ancestral halls before?"

She clutched the quilt and scolded him righteously, "You got into such a big trouble, but you just knelt for a day. Is it necessary to make such a fuss?"

Shen Qingyu suddenly sneered. He leaned forward, resting his arms on the edge of the bed, staring at her deeply. "Do you think I care about this?"

Jiang Huashan was startled by his look. She seemed to have seen this look somewhere before.

She suddenly felt uneasy and unconsciously avoided his gaze, laughing dryly: "Haha~ I was saying, you are such a generous person, how could you care about such a trivial matter?"

As she spoke, she subconsciously pulled up the blanket that had slipped down. This subtle movement caused the collar of the blanket to open slightly, and a dark red mark was faintly visible at the fold of her collarbone.

Shen Qingyu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he straightened his slightly bent waist and sat back down.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" he asked suddenly, his voice low and full of oppressive feeling as if a storm was about to come.

This question was baffling. Jiang Huashan raised her eyes and gave him a sidelong glance. "Tell you what?"

Shen Qingyu raised his hand and tapped his collarbone. "You...can accept your childhood sweetheart...brother."

"Wha...what?"

Although Shen Qingyu's fingertips didn't actually touch her skin, Jiang Huashan felt that small area of ​​skin was burning. She opened her mouth, wanting to argue, but when she saw the undisguised emotions in his eyes, she couldn't say a word.

"Are you still pretending?"

Shen Qingyu gritted his teeth, propped up half of his face with one hand, and leaned forward slightly to get closer to her. "If I had known this was the case, why would I have to hide it? Do you know how hard it was for me to pretend?"

Jiang Huashan, “…”

*

At the same time, Zhang Ru, who was "invited" out of Juyuan by Gu He, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"What should I do? Will anything happen?"

She paced back and forth outside the garden gate and tried to rush in several times, but was blocked by Gu He who was guarding the gate.

Seeing that the frontal attack was not working, Zhang Ru immediately thought of going to Qinyuan to find the old man, but after running out two steps, she hesitated.

I still don’t know what’s going on. If I alarm the old man directly, there will be no room for maneuver.

Just when she was at a loss, Lei Xing passed by with a copy of "Thirty-Six Strategies" in his hand.

"Auntie Zhang~"

"..." Zhang Ru was very annoyed by the word "Zhang Ma". It was ok for Miss Jiang, a child, to call her Zhang Ma, but why did Lei Xing, who was already old, also call her Zhang Ma?

No wonder everyone calls him a blockhead.

"Wait!" Zhang Ru was about to turn around when she suddenly had an idea and grabbed Lei Xing. "Manager Lei, where is Young Master A Ling? Is he home?"

Young Master A Ling has a gentle personality and acts appropriately, so it would be best to ask him to handle the matter.

Lei Xing was watching intently when he was suddenly interrupted. He looked up in confusion, "Master? Master has been sick since he came back last night and is resting now."

"Sick?" What a coincidence! Zhang Ru couldn't hide her disappointment.

"What do you have..."

Without waiting for him to finish, Zhang Ru turned around and ran towards the orchid garden.

Lei Xing frowned and looked at Zhang Ru's back in silence for a moment.

At this moment, the military knowledge accumulated over the year formed a violent storm in his mind. He slammed the book shut and ran towards the bamboo garden.

*

At the same time, Shen Guiling was leaning against the head of the bed with a wet towel covering his forehead. The pale blue under his eyes revealed a bit of fatigue, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

To be precise, he was not sick, he was crazy.

After so many troubles, he didn't feel sleepy at all. Even though his body had sounded the alarm, his brain was still too excited to fall asleep.

He couldn't explain his current behavior. As soon as he closed his eyes, every frame in his mind was a picture of Jiang Huashan clinging to him when she was aroused. These pictures seemed to be real, burning his heart and making his body hot again.

Shen Guiling irritably pulled off the towel and was about to get out of bed to drink some water to calm down.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the door was slammed open, and Lei Xing's tall figure rushed in with the night wind, his breath slightly disordered.

Shen Guiling frowned slightly and glanced at him calmly, "What happened?"

"Master, I just saw Gu He guarding the gate of the Chrysanthemum Garden, and Aunt Zhang hurried to the Orchid Garden!"

Shen Guiling's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the warmth and heat that lingered between his brows a second ago froze and dissipated in an instant.

……