The soft beauty is so good at teasing, the villain prince asks for a kiss

Po Jun hesitated for a moment, "Given Duke Rong's protective and overbearing personality, it's not impossible."

"It could also be a coincidence that the Su family got into trouble." Rong Heqing frowned as he spoke. This possibility was really unlikely.

Po Jun also said: "It's unlikely."

"The Su family is a wealthy family with many servants. If there was a fire, they would have shouted to put out the fire. It is impossible for the fire to burn the entire Su family in an instant. During this period, there was a chance to escape, but no one in the Su family was alive."

Rong Heqing reacted instantly and clapped her hands excitedly, completely forgetting that she had an injury on her hand. Her pretty little face instantly twisted after the clapped hands.

He cried out in pain: “Ahhhhhh——”

Po Jun's eyes trembled, and he quickly reached out to cover her mouth, "Shhh——"

Rong Heqing's tears fell on the back of Pojun's hand, burning him so much that he loosened his hand.

Rong Heqing took a deep breath and shook his hands.

Pojun looked at her with some helplessness.

After a long while, the pain was gone, and Rong Heqing sniffed and continued what he had said before: "No one ran away when there was a fire, so it could only be that they had already lost their ability to move before that, either fainted or--"

Po Jun said simply, "Dead."

This topic is really heavy.

Rong Heqing was silent for a while. She recalled several times she had met Liang Changjin. This man was eccentric and indifferent. He was surrounded by a group of people but he was not bothered at all. He had a kind of indifference towards life and death.

But when talking about marriage, the evil thoughts value skyrocketed.

This means that he doesn't really like Chen Zhining, so the statement that he is trying to climb up the social ladder is questionable.

Either he was forced to climb up, or he took the initiative to climb up, and he was willing to kill his wife for this, so he felt guilty and took his anger out on Chen Zhining.

No matter what, guessing is useless, I still have to talk to Liang Changjin.

Rong Heqing thought about asking Pojun: "Do you have any clues about the person behind Wu Caixue?"

Pojun was about to speak when he heard something and his expression suddenly changed.

"The light is still on. Hasn't Qing'er rested yet?"

Rong Heqing's eyes suddenly widened. Aunt?!

Why is she here?

Po Jun's eyes narrowed slightly, "Who is she?"

"My aunt, she came to take care of me... Now is not the time to talk about this, go away--"

Rong Heqing waved his hands repeatedly. Pojun stood up and was about to go out, but he took two steps and turned back, whispering, "No, she's already at the steps. If I go out now, I'm sure I'll bump into her!"

"Then..." Rong Heqing looked around quickly, his eyes lit up: "Under the bed!"

Pojun looked down and shook his head: "No, it's too narrow, I can't get in!"

"What should we do?" Rong Heqing had never been so panicked before. She glanced at the other quilt on her bed and listened to the sound getting closer and closer, so she thought quickly.

"Qing'er - are you asleep?"

She gritted her teeth, opened the quilt and said to Pojun, "Come up!"

Po Jun's breath was choked, and he met her eyes. Rong Heqing urged: "Hurry up——"

"Qing'er, I'm coming in——"

The aunt's voice had reached the door. Pojun no longer hesitated, took off his shoes and threw them under the bed, supported himself on the edge of the bed, turned over and flew over Rong and Qing, and fell into the bed. He curled up on his side and lay against the wall, trying to shrink his body.

Rong Heqing lowered her eyes and looked at him, then pulled the quilt over him and covered him with it, leaving a small gap at the top of his head for him to breathe.

The quilt fell down completely, and the wind blew all over Pojun's body. He smelled a fresh scent that was slightly bitter but also had a floral fragrance.

Pojun's body suddenly stiffened.

This is the smell of Rong Heqing.

His ears suddenly felt hot and he immediately closed his eyes and slowed down his breathing.

However, the more you restrain yourself, the more out of control your mind becomes.

This is Rong Heqing’s bed and Rong Heqing’s quilt, and it’s full of the scent of Rong Heqing.

After a while, Pojun's face under the mask turned red.

He had never been so glad that he was wearing a mask as he was now. Otherwise, if Rong Heqing saw his blushing face, they would probably laugh at him for a whole year.

"Creak" the door opened.

Pojun subconsciously held his breath, and the people around him also tensed up.

"Aunt, why are you here?"

Rong Heqing yawned and pretended to be sleepy, his voice was vague and the ending was sweet, as if he was acting coquettishly.

Cui Mei walked over quickly and said, "Auntie couldn't sleep, so she came out for a walk. When she saw the light in your room was on, she came in to check."

She was about to walk to the bed, but Rong Heqing lifted the bed curtain and only a little head was revealed.

Cui Mei stopped when she saw this and asked with concern: "Is it because of the pain from the wound that you can't sleep?"

"No, I was just getting ready for bed."

"Did I disturb you?" Cui Mei felt a little embarrassed.

Rong Heqing shook his head: "No, don't worry, aunt."

But I nodded vigorously in my heart: Yes, yes, yes, yes.

"That's great. I forgot to tell you something."

Cui Mei said this and sat down beside the bed.

Pojun in the quilt: "..."

Rong Heqing: “!!!”

My dear aunt, why are you still sitting down? !

She nervously picked at the embroidery on the quilt and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

Pojun's hand was placed right underneath, and she pushed it directly into the gaps between Pojun's fingers through a layer of brocade quilt.

Both of them were shocked and stunned for a moment.

No one moved rashly, and everyone maintained this posture stiffly.

Cui Mei didn't notice anything wrong and said softly, "It's like this. In the past few days, some people have come to inquire about your situation and want to introduce you to someone else."

"Pair?" Rong Heqing blinked, seemingly still alive, but actually his mind was no longer working. He asked stupidly, "What line?"

Cui Mei covered her lips and chuckled, "Of course it's the red line."

Rong Heqing: "..."

Pojun in the quilt slowly narrowed his eyes.

really.

Rong Heqing was a little embarrassed, "Why did I come to you guys?"

"Your parents are both in South City, so they can't go to South City to find you a husband, right? Since your parents are not here, they will naturally find your grandfather and uncle. You don't know that in those days, portraits were sent to the mansion like snowflakes." Cui Mei said with emotion: "It is true that a family with a daughter is sought after by hundreds of families. You shined at the Wanshou Festival and won the favor of His Majesty, so those smart people will naturally move when they hear the news."

"But they should know my family's situation. Why would they want to marry someone as troublesome as me?"

Rong Heqing spoke in a natural tone, as if he had expected it.

Cui Mei's smile faded a little when she saw this, and she tidied her hair for her, "Qing'er is indeed insightful."

"Most of the portraits sent are of the second sons of aristocratic families or talented scholars from humble backgrounds. The former do not require your attention. They marry you for fame and to establish a relationship with you. The latter are those who want to take a gamble and make further progress through the relationship with you."

Rong Heqing understood. Although her father was in danger, the relationship on her mother's side was still very stable. As long as Concubine Xian and Prince Jin did not make any mistakes, they would be rich and prosperous in the future. Not to mention that her grandfather was the Inspector Censor and her uncle had been in the Dali Temple for many years. Promotion was only a matter of time.

When a poor family falls into poverty, what they lack most is connections. If I marry her, relying on this relationship, why would I worry about having a career in officialdom in the future?

She scoffed and shook her head.

Thinking of this, she felt like she was no longer a human being.

999: [What does it look like?]

Rong Heqing said indifferently: [A precious chip. ]