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Ever since Luo Yao moved into Bei Zhenting's house, no one in Qingxin Hall dared to enter the room without permission.

Luo Yao opened the door and walked in. His younger brother was taking a nap. Luo Yao walked to Bei Zhenting's bed, pulled a small stool and sat down beside Bei Zhenting's bed. It was a rainy day and Luo Yao had nothing to do, so he supported his head and looked at the man on the bed.

The man's face had regained its color, and he lay quietly on the bed. He no longer had his usual ferocity, and looked much gentler.

The thrill of that night emerged in Luo Yao's mind, and he thought of some details. That day, he hit the ground with the back of his head, and it must be Bei Zhenting who protected his head.

Luo Yao suddenly felt a little happy. He tilted his head and stretched out his hand to trace the man's profile in the air.

After simply finishing his masterpiece, Luo Yao stood up and prepared to take a nap. When he turned around to leave, he was almost pulled down. Looking back, he saw Bei Zhenting's hand pulling the corner of his clothes.

Don't move the vegetative patient! How come he moved on his own?

Could it be that the big devil has become conscious?

Luo Yao grabbed his clothes and pulled them out with all his strength, lowering his voice, "Let go of my clothes!"

Sensing the resistance, the vegetative man's grip began to tighten.

And harder and harder!

"You treat me as a quilt!" Luo Yao was speechless. Bei Zhenting was really pulling him like a quilt.

Luo Yao reached out to pry Bei Zhenting's claws apart. After trying twice, he was suddenly pulled away, causing him to lose his balance and fall onto Bei Zhenting.

Luo Yao's limbs were stiff, but the vegetative state didn't care whether he was stiff or not and finally covered him with a quilt. Although the quilt made it hard to breathe, the vegetative state still patted the "quilt" and prepared to have a good sleep.

He patted Luo Yao on the butt.

An inexplicable feeling of grievance and shame surged into Luo Yao's heart, and his face turned red.

He suddenly propped himself up and stood up, but this time the vegetative man did not grab the "quilt" again.

Quilt was so angry that he kicked Bei Zhenting's bed several times, causing the bed to shake and creak.

The person on the bed ignored him and continued to sleep!

Luo Yao was so angry that he stomped his foot onto the bed and grabbed Bei Zhenting's handsome face, pinching and pulling it.

After pinching the vegetative patient's face several times, it turned red. Luo Yao finally stopped, slapped the vegetative patient on the forehead, and slammed the door and left in frustration.

The backyard was deserted, and Luo Yao sat on a small stool outside the house. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he felt wronged. Because the other party was a vegetable, he felt powerless to retaliate, and this feeling of powerlessness made Luo Yao want to make a scene and scream.

But he couldn't, he couldn't get rid of his anger no matter what, and Luo Yao's eyes were filled with tears unconsciously.

Feeling like he was about to cry, Luo Yao was afraid of being seen by others, so he raised his head and looked at the gray sky.

The rain had stopped, but the sky was still gray. Luo Yao sat alone in the backyard to calm himself down.

I don’t know how long I sat there alone. Zhang Huao and a group of guards walked into the backyard laughing and started washing vegetables and cooking.

After a while, Zhang Jiji, who had disappeared for a whole day, also appeared.

As soon as Zhang Jiji came in, he went straight to the prince's room. Seeing Luo Yao sitting alone at the door of the prince's room in a daze, he saluted Luo Yao, but Luo Yao ignored him, turned in another direction and continued to be in a daze.

Zhang Jiji pushed open the door of the prince's room and walked in to see the prince.

Soon Zhang Jiji came out and stammered, "Princess...Princess, was the prince beaten?"

Luo Yao stood up and raised his voice: "I don't know!"

Luo Yao ignored Zhang Jiji after she finished speaking. The guards were all startled by Luo Yao's voice. Luo Yao ignored their inquiring eyes, walked into the kitchen, and gave orders to Zhang Huwei who was cooking: "This princess is tired. You also have to cook for the prince today."

Zhang Hu'ao was honest and simple: "As you wish."

Could it be that the princess beat the prince?

After hearing the whole process, Zhang Jiji began to suspect the person who beat the prince.

Did the prince offend the princess?

How could a motionless prince in a vegetative state offend the princess?

Zhang Jiji couldn't figure out the reason.

After dinner, the drizzle started again and did not stop even at night. The nights in late summer were getting cooler, and after the rain, it became even colder.

In the second half of the night, there were lightning and thunder, and the drizzle turned into heavy rain.

Luo Yao was half asleep when he was awakened by a loud thunder. Listening to the heavy rain outside the window, Luo Yao fell into a deep sleep again...

In the dark, narrow room, white powder was scattered all over the floor, and the woman's clothes were torn to shreds. Lightning illuminated the silhouette of a ferocious wolf, and thunder drowned out the whimpering of the lamb...

"Bitch, you still want to poison me? I'll let you poison me! I'll let you poison me!"

……

The heavy rain lasted all night, and Luo Yao was woken up by someone.

"Something's wrong, princess."

Luo Yao forgot what Li Qingyun said, nor did he remember how he returned to the palace.

By the lake behind the palace kitchen, Qing'er lay quietly on the ground, not moving at all.

She was wearing the most expensive and gorgeous clothes Luo Yao bought for her. The delicate makeup on her face had been washed away by the water, leaving only the lipstick on her lips still bright.

"What is the princess doing?" A little maid covered her mouth.

"Qing'er... Qing'er... don't be afraid... Qing'er... the young master is here to save you... the young master will save you..."

"Master, save you..."

Luo Yao performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation over and over again, like a machine, constantly pressing the girl's chest.

Tears burst out and dripped onto the girl's pale face. Luo Yao wiped his tears with his elbow and continued, without crying or shouting, repeating the girl's name over and over again.

"Don't be afraid... the master... is here to save you... Qing'er... Qing'er... Qing'er... Qing'er!"

The screams suddenly rose to a high pitch, and everyone's heart was in their throat.

It’s no use, Qing’er is dead!

The bruises on the girl's neck and chest were so glaring that Luo Yao stopped what he was doing, knelt on the ground, and looked up at the sky. A gray haze obscured all the light, and a light drizzle fell into his eyes...