Rescue Little White Flower

Zhao Xingyue did not feel the pain mentioned by Shen Qingwei.

She couldn't even feel the feeling of Shen Qingwei's hand on her leg.

The soft body regained consciousness a little bit, but Zhao Xingyue did not move, but kept the original posture, looking down at Shen Qingwei quietly, pressing the acupuncture points on her legs with difficulty.

These two legs without perception are still alive, but because of years of lack of exercise, the muscles on them have already shrunk. To achieve the effect of exercise, you must work harder than usual.

Shen Qingwei had no internal strength, relying on the strength of her two thin arms, and after a while, she was sweating profusely.

"...Does it hurt?"

"no feeling."

Shen Qingwei pursed her lips. The imperial doctor said that if it hurts, it is a good sign.

Zhao Xingyue: "The person just now was lent to you by Chen'er."

"Yes."

No wonder.

The people around the emperor were all secret guards trained by Zhao Xingyue. They had first-rate skills in hiding and tapping acupuncture points. It was Zhao Xingyue himself. In his heyday, as long as there are more than three people against them, he dare not say that he will be able to retreat. Not to mention her current state.

However, this body has deep internal strength after all, even if it has weakened a lot because of the two legs, the foundation is still there, but within a moment of effort, Zhao Xingyue felt the originally soft and weak muscles, and gradually returned to her control.

It's just that she didn't show it.

She looked at Shen Qingwei seriously and said, "I thought you would hate me."

"..." Shen Qingwei was silent for a while, "I can't hate you."

She said, "I hate myself."

Zhao Xingyue came to have fun, "What do you hate yourself?"

"I have no idea."

She didn't know who to hate.

The Shen family was indirectly destroyed in her hands and ruined her own family. Even if Zhao Xingyue was a troublemaker, she just couldn't hate her.

She can only hate herself.

But she couldn't say what she hated.

What Shen Yihuan said in the prison still echoed in her ears.

"What the Zhao family is best at is to unload the mill and kill the donkey..."

Sometimes she thought, if Zhao Xingyue really took care of her and killed the donkey, she would not have so much pain and trouble, and she would not have to sink in all kinds of thoughts.

"You should hate me," Zhao Xingyue said in a bewitching tone: "It's the private salt thing that I asked you to investigate. It's the dead end I asked you to send Shen's home. You know, I hate Shen Yihuan, I hate it. He oppressed my brother and me. I hate him for marrying Sister Qing, but I don’t cherish it—"

Shen Qingwei interrupted her: "No, don't say it."

"Why don't you let me say?"

Shen Qingwei closed her eyes, her expression looked very embarrassed, her face faintly imploring.

"...I won't hate you." She stood up, pulled the broken hair wet with sweat behind her ears, her expression quickly returned to the coldness that came in when she came in. For compression therapy, the Weichen will be responsible for your treatment. I hope that your Highness can cooperate. If you are unwilling, the Weichen will only take compulsory measures."

"His Royal Highness, it's late at night, the Weichen bid farewell."

"Come here." Zhao Xingyue narrowed her eyes dangerously.

Shen Qingwei hesitated for a moment, and finally followed the order and walked towards the bed.

In the next moment, her world revolved around.

"Don't hate me, then... love me?"

The mind hidden in the dark was suddenly revealed. Still in this way, Shen Qingwei felt as if she had been stripped naked and was standing on the street.

Shame and humiliation came to her heart together.

She felt sore in her heart.

What can people like Zhao Xingyue fail to see? I am afraid that my feelings for others are like a joke.

When she is happy, accompany her to sing and tease her. When she is not happy, she will leave the show obediently.

"Chen... dare not."

She bit her lip and spit out these three words.

"I don't think you dare, you dare to be very dare." Zhao Xingyue sneered, but his contemptuous expression turned into shock after seeing the sparkle in Shen Qingwei's eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

Shen Qingwei's eyes were red, and she bit her lip without answering.

The cold fingertips passed away the tears in the corners of her eyes. Zhao Xingyue said amusedly: "I was spotted on the bed by the person you brought, and I didn't cry even if you fiddled with it. Why are you just talking about you and you are going to drop the golden beans?"

"The minister dare not."

"I don't dare to say, I don't know how much I hate me--"

"The minister does not hate you."

Shen Qingwei interrupted her.

"Is that love me?"

As soon as Zhao Xingyue supported her hand, she pressed her on Shen Qingwei's body and bit her opponent's lips.

The sudden attack made Shen Qingwei's eyes widened.

Her lips were bitten, and her strong tongue quickly opened her teeth. It was a gentle kiss. Zhao Xingyue’s warm breath blended with her breath, which appeared in her dreams countless times. , Finally became true.

But Shen Qingwei's heart has an inexplicable sadness spreading.

An unresponsive kiss was like a piece of sugarcane that someone else had chewed. Zhao Xingyue quickly let go of her, frowning and saying, "Why, don't you like it?"

However, Shen Qingwei stared at her, saying every word: "Is your Royal Highness kissing Shen Qingwei or Su Yeqing?"

"..." What does it have to do with Su Yeqing?

Zhao Xingyue was perplexed, but Shen Qingwei had already thrown her on the bed and fled in embarrassment.

"grown ups."

Ignoring the people guarding outside the door, Shen Qingwei pressed her lips and walked fast.

The night was as cold as water, and the moonlight was shining, and she just felt a chill in her heart.

If she had some expectations in her heart earlier, Zhao Xingyue's reaction after her questioning had undoubtedly turned this grassland that had just sprouted into desert in an instant.

What can she expect?

She should be fortunate that her mother has long since passed away. No matter how much Zhao Xingyue likes that woman named Su Yeqing, she is the only one she can see, Shen Qingwei.

But she felt sad for no reason.

Even if I knew that the love I got from the other party was due to this similar face, when I really knew that I was just a stand-in, the surging emotions almost drowned Shen Qingwei.

She was not reconciled.

She did not petition.

She can't fool herself.

She wanted Zhao Xingyue to like herself and Shen Qingwei instead of looking at someone else through her.

"vomit--"

There were hurried footsteps behind her, and Shen Qingwei berated her subordinates to retreat, and she vomited violently by the pool, holding on to the rockery by herself.

As long as she thought that Zhao Xingyue was looking at another person through herself just now, she couldn't stop feeling sick in her heart.

Zhao Xingyue, who was lying on the bed, was stunned for a while, and then came back to her senses when the piano maid who entered the door called.

She was a little dumbfounded.

What is Shen Qingwei's mind? How can she feel that she is a substitute for her mother? Did she show that she likes Su Yeqing?

Zhao Xingyue has admiration and pity for the friends in the memory, but it has absolutely nothing to do with love.

Because she was worried about Shen Qingwei's situation at this time, Zhao Xingyue subconsciously followed Shen Qingwei with the lens in her eyes, watching her run away in embarrassment, and finally vomiting, Zhao Xingyue's face turned black.

Is she misunderstanding?

Shen Qingwei doesn't actually have that kind of feeling for herself, all of it is her wishful thinking?

The nameless anger rose like flames in Zhao Xingyue's chest.

boom--

The precious vase was broken at the sound, and the piano maid with her hands down and her eyebrows seemed to have not seen half of it. Except for her eyelashes trembling lightly to show that she hadn't noticed what was happening, her eyelids didn't blink.

"Your Highness?" There was a question in her voice.

Zhao Xingyue was not an irritable person. Looking at the broken vase, she was stunned for a moment, pulled the quilt and covered her head, and turned her back to the maid of Qin.

Angrily said: "Sleep, get out."

The maid Qin answered: "Yes."

She raised her hand to extinguish the candle on the table and put down the curtain again. While she was doing all this, the servants of the princess mansion had quietly entered the room and took out the broken porcelain bottle.

When she closed the door, in the corner of the room, there was already a porcelain bottle that was exactly the same as before.

...

The next day, Zhao Xingyue had just got up before she finished washing, and Shen Qingwei had already reached her door.

Thinking of what he said yesterday, Zhao Xingyue sighed, "Come in."

Ordering the people to retreat, only Shen Qingwei and Zhao Xingyue were left in the room.

Shen Qingwei lowered her eyes and refused to look at her. There were not many waves on her expressionless face.

Zhao Xingyue provoked Shen Qingwei's chin, and the latter stopped for a moment, then opened her eyes as meekly as a cat, letting Zhao Xingyue look at it.

Zhao Xingyue used to like these eyes very much, especially when they looked at her with an expression of desire and joy but had to deliberately conceal her, it made her feel that her heart was filled with honey. .

This is the feeling that Zhao Xingyue has never felt in the underworld for thousands of years.

But now, these eyes are dark, like a cloudy night, depressed and withered.

She suddenly felt bored.

Shen Qingwei lowered her eyes and continued her hand movements.

Zhao Xingyue sighed helplessly.

"Yesterday's thing..." She thought about it. She is a few thousand years old. There is no need to care about a little girl. She had misunderstood first. "You don't have to take it to heart."

"Just treat it as a joke."

In her capacity, no matter what Shen Qingwei thought about yesterday, she said it was a joke, it was a harmless joke.

Shen Qingwei's eyelashes trembled... Are you kidding?

Her lips moved, trying to say something, and finally turned into a touch of bitterness, which flashed on her face.

Zhao Xingyue kept her for breakfast. Shen Qingwei did not refuse. She came early and simply used some food at her house, which consumed a lot of physical energy for Zhao Xingyue's massage.

Daqing didn't use the term lunch. There were only two meals a day. He didn't eat enough in the morning and was hungry until the afternoon.

Looking at the porridge served, Zhao Xingyue frowned, "What is this?"

Before Maid Qin had time to explain, Shen Qingwei spoke first: "Return to your Highness, it is a medicated diet. The emperor said that your body is not suitable for taking medicine, and the medicated diet is mild, which is just right for you."

Zhao Xingyue took a sip, and was quickly disgusted with the strange smell of the medicated food and was speechless.

She has no high pursuit of food, but there is also a minimum.

What the **** is this!

Throwing the spoon into the bowl, the princess frowned and said, "Give me a change."

Maid Qin and others were used to the habit of unconditionally obeying Zhao Xingyue. Seeing her say this, she was ready to go down with the bowl, Shen Qingwei raised her eyes and did not speak.

After a while, a bowl of porridge that was similar but not the same came up.

"What is this again?"

"I'm afraid that your Royal Highness will not be used to it," Shen Qingwei said: "I have made several medicated diet prescriptions given by the Taiyuan Hospital. Your Royal Highness can change it."

Zhao Xingyue frowned and took a sip.

"..." Shen Qingwei is taking private revenge, right?