This time Xiaomi explained the methods of Emperor torture Xiaochahua very much. The more Qiao Qiao listened, the bigger her eyes became, until she heard it-

"You, did you say that the bamboo spirit tied the little camellia to the bed?"

Xiaomi didn't know why Qiao Qiao was so excited, but explained according to the description in the book; "It's not considered a tie. The Emperor just used a thousand-year-old black iron chain to tie the small camellia to the bed, and he still used..."

Click.

The bedroom door was pushed open from outside, and Qiao Qiao and Xiaomi shut up in a tacit understanding.

Jingyan easily noticed something was wrong. When he approached, he saw Xiaomi holding a storybook in his hand. He raised his eyebrows, "Are you telling a story to Qiao Qiao?"

Xiaomi quickly stuffed the book into Qiao Qiao's hands, stood aside and smiled dryly, "Your Highness the Princess wants to listen, so I will just talk about it."

Qiao Qiao didn't expect Xiaomi to be so unfaithful. She was about to explain a few words when she heard Jing Yan's quiet voice: "Okay, you can go back today."

"elder brother--"

As Xiaomi left, Jingyan pulled the book out of her hand again. When she heard the sound of the pages turning, Jingyan asked her carelessly: "Do you still want to hear it?"

Qiao Qiao didn't know if she should nodded, but just said awkwardly: "I, I just want to hear the story."

The answer to Qiao Qiao was Jingyan's voice of flipping books.

Thinking of what Xiaomi had just told her, she always felt that this book would teach Jingyan badly, so she hurriedly stood up from the bed, and Qiao Qiao wanted to stop Jingyan.

"Brother, stop watching."

Jingyan's eyes fell on the part where the Emperor imprisoned the little camellia on the bed. He turned another page with interest. He found that the means used by the Emperor were quite consistent with his intentions.

"elder brother!"

"Okay, okay, brother won't watch it."

After all, he finished reading that passage. Jing Yan threw the book back on the table, patted Qiao Qiao's little face and said.

"Brother has something to do. You can go to bed first later, so don't wait for me."

"But brother..."

Seeing that Jingyan was about to leave again, she couldn't help but hold Jingyan's clothes.

"Are you leaving again?"

He has just come back.

Qiao Qiao's clingy man was as expected by Jing Yan. He reached out and brushed Qiao Qiao's hand away. Jing Yan clearly saw the frustration in Qiao Qiao's eyes.

He rubbed her head for a while and whispered to comfort her: "Tomorrow is Xiaoliu's birthday. You have a good rest. I'll take you there tomorrow."

"Jing Yun's birthday?"

Qiao Qiao still couldn't keep Jing Yan, she listened at the sound of the door closing.

She felt that her feelings were not wrong, Jing Yan was alienating her!

"Lingling, I'm so scared."

A huge panic swept Qiao Qiao, she felt that Jingyan would be getting farther and farther away from her. If the relationship between the two really became worse and worse since then, what should she do?

After all, the plot in the book has not changed completely. In the later stage, there is also a plot where Jing Qiao was poisoned and mute, framed and killed her father by Jing Yan, and was imprisoned in a heavy prison and tortured. She was afraid that these things would happen as Jing Yan's attitude changed.

In the past, she was afraid of death and pain, but since she fell in love with Jing Yan, what she feared the most was that Jing Yan hurt her.

This invisible pain will torture her more than any punishment in a heavy prison.

...

Qiao Qiao and Shu Ling carefully recalled the plot, and then they determined together that the book did not record Jing Yun’s 17th birthday. Qiao Qiao felt a little relieved. If there was no record, it means that no big thing happened. This means that she is safe for the time being.

Since Jingyan's attitude towards her changed, she has become increasingly insecure.

"Host……"

On the big bed without Jingyan, Qiao Qiao tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Maybe she didn't even notice it herself. At this time, her dependence on Jingyan became increasingly heavy. Just when Shu Ling wanted to remind her something, she found that the person was already asleep.

As the night gradually became deeper, the door was quietly opened.

Jingyan knelt on the side of the bed and stroked Qiao Qiao's sleeping face, gently rubbed her frowning brows away, and he lit the fragrance of Anshen at the head of the bed.

As the faint fragrance spread in the air, Qiao Qiao gradually fell asleep. Jingyan glanced at the mirror in the corner, turned his back to it and picked up the storybook at the head of the bed and returned to the study.

He did not turn on the light, so Shuling did not see clearly what Jingyan did in the mirror.
Chapter completed!