When Luqiao got dressed and came out, the yard was still quiet.
A pungent smell of blood came to her face, she sniffed her nose, and immediately walked to the door of Dongfang Jing's room.
Yan Qi leaned against the door and slept soundly.
Seeing the blood on the ground, Luqiao was startled, quickly shook him awake, and asked, "Do you know what happened just now? Why is there blood on the ground? How is the lady? Is there any danger?"
Yan Qi didn't say a word.
Luqiao felt as if she was talking to a log, so she simply pushed him away and tiptoed into the house.
The room was filled with the smell of Ningshenxiang, and there was nothing strange about it.
She walked carefully to Dongfang Jing's bed, and seeing that Dongfang Jing was safe and sound, she felt relieved a little.
When going out, Lu Qiao couldn't help but glared at Yan Qi, and said sternly, "You have to take care of this gate, don't let outsiders in. If there is something wrong with Miss, I won't let you go!"
Yan Qi still pretended not to hear.
Luqiao didn't bother to pay attention to him, thinking that those bad guys outside would not go to the prime minister's mansion to make trouble, maybe she had heard it wrong, so she went back to sleep.
After Luqiao left, Yan Qi, who had been leaning on the gate with half-closed eyes, suddenly opened her eyes, and the stars were shining brightly in her light purple eyes.
The blood at the door was really disgusting, so he moved his position, went under the window, and went to sleep.
The windowsill is only two meters away from Dongfang Jing's bed.
When he closed his eyes, he could even hear the girl's slight breathing.
In the middle of the night, Dongfang Jing's sleep became more and more restless.
Wuyou is like the indispensable air in her life, it was taken away out of thin air, making her breathing become short of breath.
"Don't! Don't drink!"
The scene on the top of Nine Yi Mountain played repeatedly in her mind, the farewell between life and death, like an imprint, remained on her heart, no matter how much she wiped it, she couldn't erase it!
"Don't go...don't leave me alone..."
Dongfang Jing's breathing became heavier and heavier.
Yan Qi was awakened by her, and she no longer felt sleepy. He really couldn't figure out why a little girl who was trapped in a boudoir would be so preoccupied that she couldn't sleep for a moment when she fell asleep at night.
He entered through the window and stood quietly in front of the bed.
Dongfang Jing seemed to feel someone approaching in her sleep, her mind became more and more confused, and the scene in her dream became more and more blurred.
Her forehead was dripping with cold sweat, her long hair was dyed wet, and her wet bangs stuck between her cheeks, giving her an indescribably messy beauty.
Yan Qi couldn't help reaching out her hand, and gently wiped away the beads of sweat hanging from her face.
But Dongfang Jing shot like lightning, grabbed him firmly, and shouted eagerly, "Wuyou! Wuyou... Don't go! Don't leave me!"
"Worriless, I was wrong..."
Yan Qi's back trembled, as if he had been shocked by electric shock, he froze in place for a long time.
"Who are you?" He asked the girl who was still asleep in a calm voice, as if he was not asking her, but himself.
"Worry-free..."
Dongfang Jing held his hand, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and the frowning slightly calmed down.
Yan Qi's mind was full of thoughts, and she felt more and more that there were many unknown secrets hidden in this seemingly insignificant girl. He didn't know who Wuyou was in her dream, was it...
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