C19

Ji Wanxi was sent to Qing mansion not far away.

"Madam is back!"

As soon as she entered the door, she was hugged. What came into her eyes was Qing Muhan's worried eyes: "how are you? Are you hurt?"

Qingmu Han checks Ji Wanxi up and down.

Seeing that Ji Wanxi was not injured or bleeding, he held her tightly in his arms again.

He was really scared just now.

Subordinates found the body of the guard and reported that Ji Wanxi was missing.

At that moment, Qing Muhan felt that his blood was about to freeze.

Ji Wanxi was carried to her bedroom by Qing Muhan, and then he came back to his senses and shook his head.

The parents' revenge has not been repaid, and now it has dragged down the uncle's family.

The pressure in her heart is about to burst her.

……

the second day.

During the day, Ji Wanxi saw Wang Fu, a very ordinary and insignificant gardener.

In the evening, before Qing Muhan came back, she counted the time when Qing Muhan came back, greeted Wang Fu, avoided the servants in the garden, and slipped into Qing Muhan's study.

In any case, the life of my uncle's family is more important.

The study was relatively clean. Like his resolute means, the book codes on the cabinet were neat, but the table was a little messy, like going out in a hurry without cleaning up.

Ji Wanxi looked around and turned around again. He didn't see any paintings hanging on the wall, so he wandered around the study. He really found a painting bucket with several paintings in it.

Ji Wanxi walked over happily and took them out one by one.

As a result, there are two landscape paintings with jade scrolls!

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, an inattentive voice sounded, and then the light in the study lit up. A tall and straight figure stood in the corner, looking at Ji Wanxi with puzzled eyes.

Suddenly, Ji Wanxi's heart almost stopped.

When did he come back!

There were two pictures on the ground, and she was caught. She turned her head stiffly and pulled a smile, which was more ugly than crying.

Qing Muhan was wearing a uniform and handsome. He didn't seem to scold Ji Wanxi for breaking into the study without authorization. He just took two steps forward, closed the door and waited for Ji Wanxi's explanation.

Ji Wanxi stole things for the first time, and he was extremely guilty.

"You, when did you come back? Why is it so early..."

Qing Mu Han didn't answer Ji Wanxi's words, lowered his head and glanced at the scroll: "what are you doing with them?"

"I..." Ji Wanxi swallowed his saliva, looked at the painting on the ground, and blurted out, "enjoy the painting! Yes, I'm too bored at home, so I want to enjoy the painting."

Qing Mu Han nodded, as if it was clear.

"Well, I'm finished. Let's go first. You're busy."

Ji Wanxi is about to go out.

It seems that we can only come back tomorrow. Today's qingmuhan is very wrong.

"Madam has only seen two, hasn't she?"

Qing Mu Han stretched out his long arm and easily blocked Ji Wanxi's way: "it's boring to appreciate paintings by one person. It takes two people to appreciate them. I'll accompany you. We'll appreciate all these paintings today."

Ji Wanxi froze.

In the middle of the night, Qing Muhan suddenly had something leisurely?

At first glance, he is not a person who appreciates paintings. Otherwise, the paintings in the bucket will not fall into a layer of ash.

A figure suddenly flashed at the door. Ji Wanxi saw Wang Fu's surprised expression outside the window. He probably didn't expect Qing Muhan to be in the study.

Qing Mu Han's eyes were sharp. Just about to turn his head, Ji Wanxi suddenly rushed into Qing Mu Han's arms, hugged his neck, and didn't let him turn his head.

She has always been beautiful. Under the light of the study wall lamp, her skin is more like superior porcelain, shining and very eye-catching.

Qing Mu's cold eyes paused.

"Madam, are you so enthusiastic today?" He looked joking and bowed his head close to Ji Wanxi: "you have taken the initiative. As a husband, you can only listen."

Ji Wanxi stared and froze.

Qing Mu Han hugged Ji Wanxi and sighed softly, slightly inaudible: "madam, when kissing, close your eyes."

Ji Wanxi trembled her eyelashes. She didn't know whether she had done something wrong. Her heart beat faster and faster. Her heart was horizontal, and she closed her eyes and kissed Qing Muhan.

Qing Mu Han seemed to be inspired, buttoned Ji Wanxi's waist, and held her to the table.

"Will you sleep together tonight?"

Qing Mu Han's low voice was confused, especially gentle. Ji Wanxi felt that the whole air was evacuated, and his brain was a little dizzy due to lack of oxygen.

"No, No."

She refused vaguely.

Qing Mu Han sighed softly, holding Ji Wanxi around the screen of the study. There was a hole in it. It was a delicate and luxurious bedroom. Ji Wanxi's heart cooled again.

Didn't she just come in and be found?

Qing Muhan's acting skill of looking at her feet has not been exposed yet?

She earned it from Qing Muhan's arms and was full of despair: "young commander, if you want to punish or kill, do it at will, I have nothing to say."

It is self-evident that the study is important to him. Ji Wanxi thinks that he is not high enough in his heart to avoid punishment.

Qing Muhan grabbed Ji Wanxi's arm: "Wanxi, if you encounter difficulties, you can tell me, I'll help you, huh?"

Ji Wanxi was shocked.

Is it true or false?

She looked up at Qing Muhan. Qing Muhan let her see. Finally, Ji Wanxi shook his head: "I'm fine."

She didn't dare to gamble. Qing Muhan changed so fast that she didn't trust her.

Qing Mu Han sighed deeply, looked at Ji Wanxi and said, "OK, but you say you want to punish or kill, do it at will."

Ji Wanxi's face turned pale.

Sure enough

I heard Qing Muhan continue, "then punish you. Sleep with me today."

Ji Wanxi looked up in consternation and saw the seriousness in Qing Muhan's eyes. His face turned red and white: "Qing Muhan, you... There's no need to humiliate me in this way, I..."

Qingmu is weak in the heart.

Her defense is too deep. No matter what she says, she always takes deep defense.

Qing Mu Han pulled Ji Wanxi, held her on the couch, took her in his arms, bowed his head and kissed her, "this is what you said, you can't go back."

Ji Wanxi struggled: "Qing, Qing Muhan, not today..."

However, he just took her into his arms, buried her head in her hair, and said in a low voice, "sleep, don't talk, I just want you to be here, this year, every time I see is a cold tombstone, very cold, Wan Xi, don't leave me, OK, don't leave again..."

Before long, there came the steady breathing sound of Qingmu Han.

Ji Wanxi stared at the ceiling, motionless and sleepless.

Once, how many times, day and night, she was alone, awake all night until dawn.

Today, he was held in his arms with such a gesture, and his heart was filled with emotion.

For a long time, Ji Wanxi reached out and took away Qing Mu Han's hand.

Qingmu Han frowned, and Ji Wanxi quickly handed the pillow into his hand.

For a long time, Qing Muhan was still asleep.

She gently got up and returned to her study to study two landscape paintings.

She suspected that perhaps the so-called treasure map was picture in picture.

She compared the two paintings, pondered for a long time, picked a painting that looked thick, put it again, and inserted the rest back into the bucket.

Smart as Qing Muhan, he must have guessed. Ji Wanxi didn't plan to do anything to hide him anymore. Carrying the selected painting, he tiptoed out of the study.

Wang Fu was still waiting by the agreed flower bed. Seeing Ji Wanxi coming, he nodded.

Ji Wanxi handed the picture in his hand to Wang Fu: "tell your master, I hope she can be honest and let go after getting the things. We don't pose any threat to her. For the sake of growing up together for so many years, don't embarrass us, and I won't tell this matter, otherwise, if this kind of thing is poked out, she must have a lot of trouble in troubled times."

Wang Fu nodded, got the scroll, and disappeared into the garden nimbly.

"Qing Muhan, I'm sorry. Didn't you say you wanted to compensate me? This thing should be your compensation."

Ji Wanxi's twittering voice disappeared into the air with the wind.

In the dark by the wall in the distance, Qingmu Han looked complex.

With pain, guilt, and a touch of tenderness.

He returned to his study, looked at a missing scroll in the reel, and sighed gently.

If the lady knew that the landscape painting she took away was just an ordinary landscape painting, would she be angry with him again?