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Inside the South Wind House, Qu Ling could not stand Murong Yan's indifferent attitude towards the matter of him being injured, and could not help but chatter on in his ears.

"You've always been like this. Even if you're injured, don't talk about it. Others might speak up for you, but you're still unhappy. You always want to hide and apply medicine for yourself." Just like today, when you are injured in the back, can you reach it yourself? If you can't reach it, why don't you let anyone help you? "

Murong Yan and Jiang Huo, who was standing at the door, looked at each other, revealing helpless expressions on their faces.

Qu Ling turned his head around, and saw Murong Yan and Jiang Huo looking at each other in confusion, the depressed in his heart immediately spread to Jiang Huo, "And you, what are you crying for, you scared me so much that I thought Murong was done for. If you do this again, I'll beat you up! "

Jiang Huo, "..."

Young master Jun cast a pleading gaze.

Murong Yan acted as if he did not see anything, and slowly cleaned up the medicine jar and bandage on the table.

At this time, a burst of noise came from downstairs.

Without need for Qu Ling's instructions, Jiang Huo immediately rushed to the railing and peeked his head down.

Then, he ran into the room and said to Qu Ling: "Big sister, a woman brought her soldiers to ruin the scene."

Hearing that, Qu Ling walked out doubtfully.

He sneakily peeked his head out, but when he saw who was causing the trouble, he immediately lost his composure.

Eleventh Princess's arrogant voice came out: "I know Qu Ling is here, if you know what's good for you, hurry up and give me … I'll call her out, but don't wait for me to be searched. I won't be responsible for anything that's broken! "

Hearing that they were going to search the house, the noble ladies who were hiding in the house became anxious.

They had all come out secretly and did not want others to know that they were looking for a servant.

Not long after, a servant came to report and ask the two leaders to quickly come up with a plan.

But what could Qu Ling do?

All she wanted to do now was run.

After muttering to herself for a moment, she turned around and spoke to Murong Yan with a stern face: "It's not appropriate for me to show myself, I'll be going first, I'll leave that woman to you."

At this time, another servant came in and reported, "Leader, Second Leader. The front and back doors are blocked by soldiers."

Qu Ling, "..."

The Eleventh Princess in the lobby of the first floor was still shouting, and Qu Ling was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.

Jiang Huo had never seen someone who was so imposing, he was immediately shocked and shouted: "Elder sister."

"There's no need to panic." Murong Yan suddenly stood up, "I will bring you out from the window at the end of the corridor, and send you to the ground before you come back to take care of this matter."

After she finished speaking, she immediately ran to the end of the corridor and jumped out of the window with Qu Ling in her arms.

It was so fast that everyone could only see an afterimage.

After he landed, he leapt off the roof a few times and landed inside the alley without a sound.

Just as his feet touched the ground, Qu Ling was about to thank him when he suddenly felt a sharp palm wind.

Murong Yan immediately pushed her away and followed along.

Qu Ling staggered a few steps, he supported himself on the wall and stood firmly.

When he raised his head, he saw the person who was fighting with Murong Yan, and his entire being lost.

Thinking about how Murong Yan was still injured, Qu Ling rushed forward almost without thinking to stop him.

Upon seeing this, the two men hurriedly withdrew their attacks and retreated a few steps back.

Qu Ling said anxiously: "Don't hit me, if you have anything to say, we can talk about it later."

Xiao Jingyue's face was extremely cold.

He swept a glance at the man behind Qu Ling, then looked at the woman who was protecting the man with both of her hands, and fiercely clenched her hands under her sleeves.

A monstrous anger surged from his chest, and he did his best to suppress it.

Suddenly, he walked forward and pulled her into his embrace. He did not look at Murong Yan anymore and left while hugging the girl.

Seeing that, a look of worry appeared in Murong Yan's eyes.

A woman's arrogant and despotic voice continuously came from the South Wind House behind him. He thought about what Qu Ling had told him earlier and after a moment of thought, he silently turned around and returned to the South Wind House.

Every time this man got angry, he would always take advantage of her.

Qu Ling was already prepared to be taken advantage of, but the reality was still somewhat out of her expectations.

When she smelled pain and iron, she suddenly opened her eyes wide. Anger rose from the bottom of her heart as she struggled to push the person on her back.

After struggling to get free, she said angrily: "Xiao Jingyue, you're crazy, right?!"

She and Murong Yan didn't have anything, so he was angry at her.

He supported himself on the bed with both hands as his pitch black eyes roiled with anger, "First it's the crown prince, and then it's Murong Yan. Just how many men are you tied up with?"

Qu Ling opened his eyes wide, "What do you mean I'm not related to any of the other men?!"

"It doesn't matter if you hug each other in the street or tell each other your feelings?"

"You!"

Qu Ling fumed, "In your eyes, am I just a woman with a water personality?"

No matter how angry he was in his heart, Xiao Jingyue still didn't want her to use the word "water Yang Hua" on him.

He frowned and was about to speak.

Qu Ling used some kind of force to push him away.

With red eyes, she jumped off the bed and ran out, wiping her eyes without even glancing at him.

In an instant, he disappeared from his line of sight.

He sat up with his hands on his forehead and looked at the empty door. He thought about how wronged she looked before she left. No matter how angry he was, he could not get angry.

It was unknown when it started, but no matter how angry he was, regardless of whether he was reasonable or not, the first to admit defeat seemed to always be him.

All of a sudden, he was starting to miss her face, which had once been so angry that she didn't dare to say anything, or had smiled so much that she flattered her dog legs.

Qu Ling did not run far. He hid in the grass in the backyard and pulled the grass on the ground to vent his anger.

When she heard from Aunt Tao that the man had left, she finally walked to the front of the courtyard with a cold face.

She decided that she couldn't coax him this time either.

He must let the man know how wrong he was.

She actually thought that she was a woman with a natural disposition.

It was an unforgivable sin!

Although she thought that way, when there was only her at the table during dinner time, Qu Ling was instantly frozen like an eggplant.

He became listless.

Before, every night, that man would come over to accompany her for dinner. But today, he didn't come.

It was clearly him who was in the wrong, why didn't he come?

Qu Ling's imagination went wild, and the more he thought, the more wronged he felt. Slowly, his eyes turned red.

Without saying a word, he stood up and walked out of the room. Squatting on the ice-cold stone steps, he sat down.

Seeing that, the Aunt Tao was startled: "Miss, the floor is so cold, what are you doing … Oh my little ancestor, don't cry. "

Pausing for a moment, she said, "Don't cry, please go back to the house. This old servant will go and get the general for you now."

"No …"

Qu Ling had only said one word before that fat figure ran off.

Qu Ling, "..."

She didn't want to call him at all.

If she let someone shout it out, wouldn't it be her who admitted defeat first and admitted that she was a water flower that couldn't be separated from other men?

"How did the Madam manage to sit on the ground?" A pale pink figure leisurely walked over.

Qu Ling raised his head and looked at her with a withered expression, but did not say a word.

Gu Xi did not mind. He bent over and draped the cloak over her shoulders, "The weather is cold, it might snow in two days. Madam, be careful."

After putting on her cloak, he gently lifted up her long hair that was covered by the cloak.

An object as thin as powder flew out from the gap between the woman's fingers and silently entered the soft black hair on her palm. It instantly disappeared as if it had merged into water.