That night, after dinner, she was tired for a day and was a little tired. Yang Qiuchi went back to the room early and sat beside the bed thinking about her worries.

Today is Song Qing’s sleeping service. She and Qin Zhihui have a round of five days, and there are two days left.

Song Qing came to the room and sat down beside Yang Qiuchi. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Brother Qiuchi, tonight..., let Hongling sleep with you, so you can take care of her, okay?"

Yang Qiuchi's heart suddenly jumped, and Chong blushed and said, "Qing'er, this...is not very good."

"What's wrong with it? Didn't we already agree to let Hong Ling be the maid of a family in the daytime? I happened to have my menstrual care today, so I just let Hong Ling accompany you."

"Yes, but Hong Ling's injury has not healed yet! How can... be that..." Yang Qiuchi said in a daze and hesitated.

Song Qing giggled: "Silly! Who asked you to have sex with her... with her... You must sleep with you... that? Can't you take good care of her and be considerate of her? She was wronged last night. You can talk more with her and wait until she gets better... that, that's fine."

Yang Qiuchi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little embarrassed, and knew that it was actually not easy for Song Qing to do this. He reached out and gently held her hand, and said, "What about you?"

"You sleep in the outer Hongling room, I'm still sleeping here."

Yang Qiuchi was even more embarrassed. Although there was a door curtain, it felt strange. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Or why should Hong Ling and I go to the study to sleep."

"That's fine, so as not to snore and clamor for you..." Song Qing smiled slightly, smiling a little reluctantly.

Yang Qiuchi knew that she was actually feeling uncomfortable. She felt a little sad, so she reached out to hug Song Qing's shoulder and made her happy: "The little pig will snore, why can you, a clay doll, only smack your lips at most?"

"Hmph! You just smacked your lips?" Song Qing said angrily. Then she reacted and glared at the almond eyes: "Okay, you turned the corner and called me a little pig, hum!" The pink fist hit his chest twice, pouted his mouth and turned his head to ignore Yang Qiuchi.

Yang Qiuchi hugged her hands tightly and smiled, "How dare I!" He pulled her body over, looked at her round face and the charming dimples, and said, "Look in the mirror, you can see how there is such a beautiful little pig in the world!"

Song Qing couldn't help laughing, revealing a neat row of small beetles. She said angrily: "Degree!" She stretched out her hand to tidy up Yang Qiuchi's clothes and whispered: "Sister Zhihui and I have discussed it. In the future, when we are on the turn of our turn to have a menstruation. Hong Ling will take the place to accompany you, and we have already agreed with Hongling."

"Ha! You three are talking quietly, why don't you count me? I'm still the person involved!" Yang Qiuchi said hatefully on purpose.

"This is our women's business. Just follow our arrangements. You are a big master. You are too busy with so many big things. Why do you want to do these small things?" After a pause, Song Qing glanced outside and said, "Go quickly, it's not too late, Hong Ling must be waiting for you. On the first day, don't be wronged."

Yang Qiuchi shook Song Qing's hand, got up and walked to the door curtain, turned to look at Song Qing. Seeing that she blinked at her, Yang Qiuchi smiled gratefully. Then he picked the door curtain and went out to the outside room.

Hong Ling was sitting on the edge of the bed, and a new white bandage was replaced with a neck, and no blood was soaked out. Seeing Yang Qiuchi come out, she raised her head in panic and looked at Yang Qiuchi, blushing and screamed softly: "Young Master!"

Yang Qiuchi's heart was also pounding and he asked in a low voice: "Have you taken the medicine prescribed by the doctor?"

"Well, I've drunk it, and the medicine for the wound has also been replaced." Hong Ling didn't dare to look up, her voice was glutinous and sweet, but it was as small as a mosquito.

Yang Qiuchi looked back at the door curtain. Song Qing could hear it while she was talking, and she felt sad. She gestured to Hong Ling to follow her, and then slowly walked out of the door.

Hong Ling held up a small lantern and followed Yang Qiuchi with her head down. Fortunately, the study was not far away and it arrived in a short while.

The two entered the study room, Yang Qiuchi turned around and closed the door. Hong Ling was already a little uncontrollable. Then she remembered that this should be his own business and said in a panic: "Young Master, let Hong Ling come."

Yang Qiuchi watched her rush to carry the lantern to the door bolt. Seeing that she was nervous, she felt less nervous. She took the small lantern in her hand and illuminated her. Hong Ling then bolted the door.

Hong Ling took the lantern, ran to the desk in small steps, lit the lantern on the desk, and then went to light the other lamps in the room.

Yang Qiuchi was already sitting beside the bed and looked at her, calling out: "Hong Ling!"

Hong Ling quickly stopped and turned to Yang Qiuchi. The red candlelight shone on her face, looking so beautiful.

Yang Qiuchi patted beside the bed and signaled her to come and sit down.

Hong Ling slowly walked to Yang Qiuchi and sat down slanted. Yang Qiuchi reached out and gently touched Hong Ling's neck, and asked softly: "Does it still hurt?"

Hong Ling blushed and lowered her head and replied, "I've been resting all day and it's fine."

"You said it's okay!" Yang Qiuchi hugged her shoulder lovingly, "You don't know how scary it was when you saw you in the morning. You were covered in blood all over your body. You became a bloody person, and you could make people feel sad!"

Hong Ling lowered her eyes, her circles were a little red, and her long eyelashes flashed. She raised her head again, looked at Yang Qiuchi, lowered her head again, and said slowly: "Young Master..., I don't want to lie to you... In fact, I actually killed the three of them..., they three wanted to insult me, so I killed them..."

Yang Qiuchi pulled her shoulders over, looked at her charming face deeply, imagined the thrillingness of last night, and felt full of love for her, and said softly: "Young Master already knows."

"Ah?" Hong Ling raised her head and exclaimed, her voice trembling a little.

Yang Qiuchi quickly comforted: "Don't worry, I'm the only one who knows."

Hong Ling then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Young Master is so good at solving the case, so I guessed in the morning that the Young Master might have known it. This matter can be hidden from others, but it cannot be hidden from the Young Master's eyes."

"So you confessed actively and want to fight for leniency?" Yang Qiuchi teased her with a smile.

Hong Ling's face turned a little pale and she nodded.

"Follower!" Yang Qiuchi gently hugged her into his arms. "The father and son deserve their sins, and they have more than death! Don't worry, you handle this matter well and it's over. No one will cause trouble for you. Besides, I am a young master. You are my native now. I will cherish you and protect you in the future."

Hong Ling left Yang Qiuchi. She raised her head and looked at him with hope, and asked in a trembling voice: "Really?"

"Yeah!" Yang Qiuchi also looked at Hong Ling deeply and said softly: "Young Master didn't stop this last night. I almost hurt you. I have always felt guilty. Fortunately, God has eyes and bless my Hong Ling to be safe and sound. I will definitely cherish you well in the future and make up for my mistakes."

"Young Master!" Hong Ling rushed into Yang Qiuchi's arms, hugged him tightly, and started crying with sobs.

Yang Qiuchi stroked her silk-like long hair and comforted her.

After a while, Hong Ling stopped crying, leaned into Yang Qiuchi's arms, and murmured: "In the past, those men just treated me as a toy, snatched me up and snatched me up and down, just for my body. Since that day, the young master asked me to choose on the small flower-roof building in Mi Yuanwai that day. The young master may not know that no one has ever treated me like this. I only realized at that moment. There is another person in this world who really treats Hong Ling as a person."

Hong Ling's face was tightly leaning against Yang Qiuchi's chest, closed her eyes, and murmured like a dream: "At that time, I silently prayed in my heart that God would bless me to be with the young master one day, so I will definitely serve the young master well, be with the young master, and never be separated for the rest of my life. God really blessed me, so I let me follow you. Master, you don't know how happy Hong Ling is!"

Yang Qiuchi was moved and full of sorrow. He kissed her hair: "Young Master didn't take good care of you. Even if the sky fell, he would not let you leave the young master!"

"Young Master!" Hong Ling hugged Yang Qiuchi even tighter, and she lay down silently again, but this time she was filled with tears of joy.

The two hugged each other and felt the tenderness silently. After a long time, Hong Ling raised her body, wiped her tears, and said, "Young Master, there is really God in this world. Last night, the three beasts were about to express their feelings to me... I was able to escape from danger."

"Yes, God has eyes, and those beasts that harm people will not have a good ending." Only Yang Qiuchi knew that God last night was actually the beautiful and lovely Sister Liu.

Hong Ling snuggled into Yang Qiuchi's arms again, put her face on his chest, and whispered happily: "Hong Ling can be the young master for the rest of her life, and it is worth it to suffer this little."

Yang Qiuchi stroked her tender face and said, "In the future, let's not call me young master in private."

Hong Ling nodded slightly and asked again: "What am I calling you?"

"Name!"

"Qiu..., no, I still like to call you Master," Hong Ling's voice was sweet and she said coquettishly: "I always feel strange when calling you a name."

"I'm weird, you're good, my little guy..." Yang Qiuchi kissed Hong Ling's fragrant lips and reached out to untie her dress.

Hong Ling's body trembled slightly, like a soft cat, letting Yang Qiuchi unbutton her silk skirt and peeled her like a white lamb, with her jade body horizontal and extremely shy.

Yang Qiuchi was excitedly taking off all his clothes and was about to get on the horse. Under the light, he saw a faint bloody color leaching from the white gauze on her neck. He knew that it must be passionate that caused her wound to break. He stopped quickly and lay down beside her.

Hong Ling closed her eyes tightly and waited for Yang Qiuchi to enter. Unexpectedly, he would suddenly brake. He was slightly surprised. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Yang Qiuchi, and asked softly: "What's wrong? Young Master."

Yang Qiuchi kissed her little mouth and said, "No tonight, your wound has not healed yet. It just now burst out again, and the blood has soaked out."

Only then did Hong Ling feel the pain in her neck, frowned, and said with some guilt: "Then...what should I do?"

Yang Qiuchi covered the two of them with quilts, blew out the lamp, and hugged her smooth body into her arms, then said, "Silly girl, we don't have only one night, there will be days in the future. Wait until your injury heals, okay?"

Hong Ling curled up gently in Yang Qiuchi's arms, nodded, and said in a slight voice: "Hong Ling listens to the young master's everything."
Chapter completed!