Chapter 178 --Midnight Visitors
Chapter 118 - Guests in the middle of the night
That sachet, of course, looks good. You should know that the embroidery worker of the incense bag came from a very famous embroiderer, who tos and turned it into the hands of Duan Biao Qingming several times. Duan Qingming passed the special processing of another person, so it became what it is today.
This sachet, of course, was contributed by Duan Qingming to Liu Rong and Duan Yulan. Its role must not be small, but because the origin is too complicated, even if Liu Rong wants to investigate thoroughly after the incident, she is afraid that she can't find any clues at all!
As for Duan Yulan's favorite spice, of course. You know, the longer the sachet is worn on the body, the more fragrant it will be. If it is usually placed in the room, it can be said that the fragrance is overflowing, and the fragrance is Duan Yulan's favorite kind! So, how can you not treat Duan Yulan as a treasure and love it?
Since Duan Yulan likes the sachet, just wear it well, but I don't know how long she can wear it!
Thinking of this, Duan Qingming put down the teacup in her hand and stretched out slightly:
"Well, Xia Caoer, what's the matter? You can discuss it with M Mother Ning. It's up to you. I'm tired and I'm going to rest!"
With a slight pause, Duan Qingming said again:
"You should rest early tonight. You are still busy tomorrow!"
Duan Qingming believes that something wonderful will happen in tomorrow's Mangshou. Therefore, not only she, but also Xia Caoer have to refresh their spirits tonight. To deal with what will happen tomorrow!
Seeing Duan Qingming's tired and clever Xia Caoer, he quickly followed Duan Qingming to sleep.
Today, because they are visiting the prime minister's mansion, these servants and girls are assigned together and stay in a yard. Therefore, Xia Caoer did not know what Duan Qingming had experienced.
However, when the sharp-eyed Xia Caoer left the prime minister's house, she could see that the pink long skirt and light skirt worn by Duan Qingming was not the one she wore this morning.
However, as a slave, you naturally have the skills of a slave. There are some things that can't be cared about and interfered with as a slave. Now, Xia Caoer silently helped Duan Qingming change her clothes, comb her hair, put down the curtains for her, and then quietly retreated!
Tonight, the stars and the moon are bright, and the moonlight reflects the glazed ice and snow. On the roof in the distance, there seems to be thousands of snow lotus, which are quietly opening in the night.
The cold wind swept through the courtyard and hit the newly pasted window paper, making an almost "wmping" sound. Xia Caoer stood under the snow and moon shadow and suddenly breathed a long breath!
In fact, there is one thing that Xia Caoer did not tell Duan Qingming, that is, at dusk today, Duan Yulan came to Ningshu Garden in Duan Qingming with a sachet. She found that Duan Qingming was not there, so she looked around and then scolded and left!
Duan Yulan and Duan Qingming usually have little contact. Therefore, as soon as Xia Caoer heard the news, she felt something wrong. Sure enough, she found some light powder where Duan Yulan left!
Those powders are colorless and tasteless. However, with the pace of Duan Yulan, he went all the way. Xia Caoer looked at it and was shocked. She quickly asked someone to sweep it carefully. Then, it was washed clean again. Then, he kept the small bag, called Xiaorong, and quietly sent it to his brother's hand!
These powders will soon be sent to the imperial doctor, and then Xia Caoer will tell Duan Qingming the ultimate purpose of Duan Yulan throwing these things here!
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Night, silence. Night, silent!
Duan Qingming was so tired that she almost fell asleep in bed. Then, in the middle of the night, a cold wind brushed her face, and she woke up quietly!
Is the window not closed?
Duan Qingming frowned. It's the turn of Xia Caoer's vigil tonight. When did this girl film become so careless?
In the silent night, the bright moon shines on the window. Reflecting the snowy glow on the ground, the room is bright.
Duan Qingming opened her eyes and wanted to close the window. However, at this moment, she suddenly felt an indescribable strange feeling!
That feeling is like a beast stinging in the dark with its teeth and claws. As long as there is a chance, it will swallow everything!
Is there anyone?
Duan Qingming's heart was cold, and she suddenly broke out in a cold sweat!
She got up, held the bracelet on her right wrist in one hand, and looked around alertly. However, the night lights in the room are faintly lit, and the moon outside the window seems to be brighter than in the room!
The window is half open! The thick window lattice is squeaking in the night, shining the moonlight outside the house into a rectangular piece, like a handkerchief, bright and dazzling!
The room was very quiet. Duan Qingming took a closer look at the shadows around her, but still didn't find anyone!
Duan Qingming sighed slightly. Fortunately, there was no one!
It seems that she was too nervous. Duan Qingming wiped the cold sweat on her forehead, then slowly put down her hand on her right wrist and slowly got out of bed to close the window!
At this moment, a smile came from behind him!
The laughter was like the anger rising in the quiet sea, like the stone suddenly pressing on the top of the ice and snow, like a sharp blade and arrow. In an instant, it pierced Duan Qingming's heart!
Duan Qingming's originally calm heart suddenly jumped up violently - but at that moment, she was sweaty!
Someone sneaked into the house?
But when did that person come here? Where did he hide just now? Why on earth did he come here?
Duan Qingming doesn't know all of these!
"Who are you? What do you do when you come into my room in the middle of the night?"
Duan Qingming's voice is very quiet, and Duan Qingming's voice is very cold!
Twice, it's been exactly twice since someone sneaked into her room last time! For the first time, she was forced with a sword. She was asked to hand over the treasure, and this time, simply, the other party dared to smile in her room like no one?
Suddenly, Duan Qingming felt that the laughter was a little familiar, but because she was too nervous, she did not distinguish it for a while!
No one answered!
Only the sound of quiet breathing flows slowly in the air.
Duan Qingming stood there, maintaining the posture of closing the window, and did not dare to move or look back!
She was afraid that as long as she turned around, that person would do something against her!
The cold wind outside the house poured in from the half-open window, Duan Qingming, who was only dressed in single clothes, like holding ice!
With the sound of "wiping", the light in the room was lit again. Duan Qingming held her heartbeat and slowly turned around to see the young man sitting under the lamp and quietly looking at her!
The red light licked the man's face!
Such a perfect outline, such a warm skin, such enchanting and smooth eyes, is not the boring master of Yan Lingyu, and who is it?
Duan Qingming took a long breath. Anger surged at that moment and almost overwhelmed her reason!
Duan Qingming came to Yan Lingyu with her skirt in one hand, "grip, rub", stretched out her fist and hit him hard. As she hit him, she cursed:
"You disciple, you plague god, you ran to other people's room in the middle of the night to scare people. Are you sick..."
What made Duan Qingming strange was that Yan Lingyu did not move or resist, but just let Duan Qingming hammer his fist hard on his body and head.
With Duan Qingming's posture, the light shadow shook and shook the room!
And Duan Qingming gritted his teeth and cursed Yan Lingyu while pointing to the window angrily:
"You like to climb windows, don't you? When you are free, take off all the doors of your house and climb the window every day!"
I don't know how many punches I hit, and I don't know if I have greeted Yan Lingyu's ancestors for eight generations. In a word, Duan Qingming was tired, and her legs were soft and fell to the ground. Looking at Yan Lingyu's eyes, she was still humming angrily!
Hmm, if you don't sleep in the middle of the night, this master is probably sleepwalking, isn't he?
Yan Lingyu looked at Duan Qingming, who was paralyzed underground, and his knife-like lips raised slightly:
"Have you played enough?"