At this moment, Osmanthus suddenly wanted to become an idiot, so that she would not speculate on so many plots that made her heart hurt more and more.

Osmanthus admits that in some things about Ling Chenyi, she is an out-and-out coward.

But the cruel reality is in front of us, and every qiē in this era reminds osmanthus to see clearly the gap in identity and the disparity in status.

Silently returned to the Shizi's Mansion, what does it write a book or not, Osmanthus dismissed the grandmother and maid who wanted to serve him, and planted himself on the bed, motionless, just wanting to sleep until dawn.

When Ling Chenyi rushed back from Ling's Mansion, what he saw was osmanthus sleeping on the bed without changing his clothes.

Shaking his head helplessly and distressedly, he once again gave the girl a wide coat, carefully covered the quilt, and then sat on the edge of the bed, frowning slightly and looking at the sleeping face.

"Girl, you still don't believe me!" Ling Chenyi's voice to himself was not loud, but if someone heard it, they could hear the deep sadness in this tone.

Osmanthus was aroused by the maid and grandmother, for no other reason, it was the emperor who announced her into the palace.

Although there were 10,000 reluctant to get up in my heart, the osmanthus finally got up.

The current situation is not the time for osmanthus to be the only one, there is such a **oss storage zài as the emperor, where can she have a time when she is at ease.

With a strong sense of sleepiness, Osmanthus just wanted to do her best to get things done in Kyoto, and then returned to Antao Town and lived her little life leisurely.

I think that when I was in Antao Town, although she was busy chattering every day, as long as it was not a special day, her family would let her sleep enough, which is like now, even if the emperor does not announce himself, those grandmothers and maids will wake up and eat at the end of the day.

When Yiqiē was ready and about to take the carriage, Osmanthus suddenly remembered that she had never seen Ling Chenyi.

Didn't he come back?

There was an astringent sourness in her heart, and Osmanthus didn't want to ask others, so she could only lower her head and walk towards the gate without any spirit.

He's his father's son after all, isn't he?

Osmanthus found a lot of reasons for herself to help Ling Chenyi exonerate, although each reason sounded so sufficient, but her heart was still uncomfortable.

When did this man take such deep roots in his heart?

got into the carriage, but it was not cold in the carriage, but I don't know if the carriage was too big, and he was sitting alone, but Osmanthus felt cold.

With the sound of horses' hooves and wheels crushing the ground outside the car, Osmanthus exhaled a breath of turbidity, and finally forced herself not to think so much, leaning on the pillow in the car, swaying, and slowly fell asleep.

Although it was not the first time that she had fallen asleep in this carriage, this time Osmanthus felt that she had slept the most unsteadily.

I seem to have dreamed, and there are sounds of fighting in my dream, and the fight is very strong, and some people are injured, and it seems that some people are dying.

Osmanthus was worried about Ling Chenyi, and rushed out regardless of it, but saw that the prince was stabbing his sword into Ling Chenyi's chest.

Such a picture made Osmanthus breathe for a while, and she was about to rush forward without thinking about it, wanting to shout Ling Chenyi's name in her mouth, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shout it.

It was as if the sword had pierced not Ling Chenyi's chest, but her own chest, and the pain made her seem to have difficulty even breathing.

"Girl, girl, wake up, wake up, it's okay." Ling Chenyi's voice seemed to fall from the sky, and suddenly appeared in Osmanthus's ears.

Osmanthus was shocked, and suddenly woke up.