In order to survive, I became the little wife of the villain

That night, Jiang Ying and Liu Wangshu returned to Moyuan with Ning Xiangcao.

"Send this grass first." Jiang Ying originally wanted Liu Wangshu to go back to rest, but she flatly refused.

She doesn't know what's wrong, maybe Min Sheng and Su Yan's incident has hit her too hard, she doesn't want anyone to have trouble now, even if that person is a demon.

Jiang Ying nodded, "Alright."

When the two came to Song Qiushui's residence with Ning Xiangcao, the figures of the two were impressively reflected on the window.

"Could it be the rain and light smoke?" Liu Wangshu hesitated. The two of them said that they were not sure when they were in love, so wouldn't it be a bit unpleasant for the two of them to go now.

Jiang Ying patted her on the head, "It can't be her."

What I said was very certain. According to Yu Qingyan's temperament, she definitely wouldn't still be making gossip at Song Qiushui's late at night.

Liu Wangshu was so suspicious that she followed Jiang Ying into the room. After seeing the people in the room, she exclaimed: "Gu Qingming."

Moreover, he carefully fed Song Qiushui with medicine.

When Gu Qingming saw them, his hands froze, and he nodded slightly as a salute.

"I've caused trouble for Your Majesty," Song Qiushui swallowed the medicine in his mouth, with a little apology in his tone.

He knew that Yu Qingyan went to Jiang Ying. Now that the relationship between the two clans is at a point of tension, it is really not wise to ask Jiang Ying to fetch the vanilla for him.

"Lie down," Jiang Ying raised his chin, signaling him not to get up.

In just a few days, Song Qiushui was actually weaker than before, and the blood on his cheeks and lips was completely gone, like that of a dead person.

Jiang Ying couldn't help feeling a little bit sad, "The Ning vanilla has been brought back, so you can take care of yourself at ease."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became weird, and no one answered.

"Thank you, Your Majesty", it was Song Qiushui who broke the strange tranquility.

The news that the magic doctor diagnosed and treated him spread throughout Moyuan in just one afternoon, and everyone knew that even with Ningxiang Herb, he would not live long.

Liu Wangshu faintly felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, so he quickly interjected, "Then I'll go to the magic doctor to make medicine."

"No need." As soon as she turned around, Gu Qingming said, "It's useless."

Liu Wangshu froze in place, turned his head stiffly, "It's useless?"

Looking at Song Qiushui's pale face, Jiang Ying seemed to understand something, and smiled at her, "He's teasing you, go."

It wasn't until Liu Wangshu walked out of the room in doubt that the smile on Jiang Ying's face stopped.

"How long?" Jiang Ying walked to the bed, looked at Song Qiushui whose skin was almost transparent, and spoke a little softer.

Song Qiushui tried his best to elicit a smile, but he really didn't have much strength, so he had to give up, "Maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe tomorrow."

He himself is not sure now, when he will turn into a handful of loess.

Jiang Ying was slightly taken aback. He couldn't imagine why Song Qiushui's body was so bad suddenly, but when he saw Song Qiushui's neck, he understood.

"For the sake of rain and light smoke?" Jiang Ying's tone was flat.

Every time Song Qiushui used the kung fu, some dark blue stripes would appear on his body, and now the stripes seemed to have spread to his neck.

It means that he must have used his skills to spy on something recently, and the only thing that can make him so disregarding life and death is the rain and smoke except for the demons.

Song Qiushui didn't intend to hide it at all, and replied in a vain manner: "You can't hide anything from your lord."

He said to Gu Qingming; "I want to have a conversation with my lord."

Gu Qingming put down the medicine bowl in his hand and left the room.

For a while, only Jiang Ying and Song Qiushui were left in the room.

"Your Majesty", Song Qiushui started coughing violently as soon as he finished speaking.

The blue stripes on his neck seemed to be alive, twisting violently with the vibration in his throat.

Jiang Ying hurriedly put her hand behind his back and sent him some demonic energy. Song Qiushui, who was almost out of breath, gradually calmed down, and the stripes on his neck also quieted down.

"I want to ask my lord one thing," Song Qiushui paused for a while before speaking again.

Song Qiushui is now like a crumbling dead leaf in the autumn wind, and Jiang Ying felt a little melancholy in his heart, "I will do my best."

Although he knew that Jiang Ying would not reject him, Song Qiushui felt more at ease after receiving Jiang Ying's affirmative answer, "Please ask Xu Qingyan to be Madam's maid."

"Huh?" His request made Jiang Ying raise his brows.

He originally thought that Song Qiushui would let him take care of the rain and smoke a lot, but he didn't expect it to be such an elusive request.

No one is rushing to let his heart go to be someone else's boss.

Soon, he laughed, "Forget it, if you ask, I can't refuse."

Song Qiushui can know many unknown things, he must have his reasons for saying this.

"Thank you, sir," Song Qiushui's voice became weaker, "There is one more thing that my subordinates want to tell you."

A while later, Jiang Yingcai came out of Song Qiushui's room, but his expression was so solemn that even Gu Qingming, who came forward to salute him, didn't notice it.

"Your Majesty", Gu Qingming called him again, and Jiang Ying finally recovered.

It's early autumn now, and the night is a bit chilly, and Gu Qingming's whole body is covered with a thin layer of chill.

"You've been here all this time?" Jiang Ying asked casually.

Gu Qingming held back his hands, "I have something to discuss with my lord."

"Today is such a coincidence," Jiang Ying sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, "Both of them are busy."

Gu Qingming didn't know what Jiang Ying meant for a moment, so he didn't speak.

"Let's talk," Jiang Ying picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup for himself and Gu Qingming, "Sit down."

After listening to Gu Qingming's words, Jiang Ying was shocked again.

He thought that Gu Qingming would tell him about the girl, but he didn't expect that he would actually ask him to arrange the marriage for Song Qiushui and his wife.

"This is, what do you mean?" Jiang Ying asked after drinking the already cold tea.

Gu Qingming nodded.

"You had such an aura back then, and Qing Cang would not have ended up like this." Jiang Ying took a deep look at him.

Gu Qingming was at a loss for words for a moment, and after a long time he said: "It is because my subordinates have experienced it that I made this ruthless request."

The reason why he made such a request was firstly because he knew that this was Song Qiushui's greatest regret in his life, and secondly because he knew that this regret would make the person tormented so painful that he would not want to live.

Just like him and Qingcang, the past hundred years was as fierce as a river, talking endlessly, almost drowning him.

"If the two of them are willing, the deity is naturally willing." Jiang Ying put down the teacup.

According to his understanding of Song Qiushui, he would rather keep this regret than want this marriage.

If they get married, Yu Qingyan will really be a widow for him after his death.

He would not be willing to let the rain lighten up like this.