Zhong Qingye slept for the whole day. Because of her unwaking, Qi Mo's face was so cold that it was terrifying, and the pressure of the entire palace was also terrible. Everyone was doing their own duties carefully, and they were not praying silently for the safety of the princess. [】

Because Zhong Qingye did not wake up for a long time, Xiling Lianchen could not see anyone. Although Qi Mo was unhappy, he did not dare to let him leave the new house. He had to lock him in the room and not allow any servants to approach him.

The tears of the three girls in spring, summer and autumn have never stopped since Zhong Qingye fell. They are the princess's personal girls. Serve the princess on weekdays is their job. Now that the princess falls, they can do things, but they cannot get close to serving each other, so they have to stand outside the door with tears in their eyes.

When Zhong Qingye woke up, it was already dark, there was no light in the room, and the light was hazy. She sat up from the bed, reached out and pressed her chest, and was a little confused.

"Since I'm awake, just take medicine." A cold but crisp voice sounded by the bed. Zhong Qingye was startled and then he realized that it was Xi Ling Lianchen sitting there, his whole body gathered in the dark, with a vague expression.

"Why are you..." Zhong Qingye was halfway through his words and then he got stuck. With Xi Ling Lanchen's expression on his face, he handed over two black pills. He was holding a cup of warm water in his other hand, and a faint heat rose.

Zhong Qingye was stunned for a moment, smiled slightly, and stopped asking him anything. He reached out and stuffed the pills into his mouth and swallowed them with the water.

"Aren't you afraid that I will poison you?" Xiling Lianchen said coldly from the side.

Zhong Qingye put down the cup and reached out to wipe his mouth: "You won't."

The faint tone was not like Qi Mo's decisiveness, but exactly the same as Qi Mo's tone, and it was a trust from the heart.

Xiling Lianchen didn't know what was the feeling that suddenly came out of his heart, so he frowned and turned his head to mutter: "It's true that it's exactly the same."

"Hmm?" Zhong Qingye didn't understand: "What exactly is the same?"

"Nothing?" Xiling Lianchen said smellyly.

Zhong Qingye laughed and placed the cup on the small table at the head of the bed. He reached out and pulled Xiling Lanchen's arm, and reached out to touch his head: "Good boy, welcome back."

Xiling Lianchen turned his head impatiently: "I'm not a child."

"I know, good boy." Zhong Qingye said perfunctorily, reaching out to continue his hair. The child didn't know what shampoo he used, and his hair was so good that it felt like silk.

"Also, I didn't leave at all, where did I come back?" Xi Ling Lianchen saw that she couldn't escape her hand, so she stopped moving and frowned and asked unhappily.

Zhong Qingye just smiled, but didn't answer.

Xiling Lianchen's body did not leave, but his heart left, and he almost fell into the swamp of despair and couldn't get out. Fortunately, Zhong Qingye was not in a clue. He was indeed a strong child.

Zhong Qingye said, welcome back. That's true.

Seeing that she had no intention of answering, Xiling Lianchen was too lazy to ask anymore, so he broke free from her arm and polished the long candle in the room with the flint he found. The flames flashed and lit up faintly.

"If you don't wake up again, Qi Mo will overturn the palace." Xiling Lianchen put the candlestick on the table, said in a faint tone, turned his head and glanced at Zhong Qingye with a smile: "He likes you very much."

Zhong Qingye frowned and walked down from the bed. He knocked Xiling Lianchen with a heavy thunder. The child was so painful that he stretched his eyebrows and eyes, stretched out his hand to cover his head, and angrily said to Zhong Qingye: "What are you doing?"

"Here's just like a child!" Zhong Qingye raised his hand indifferently: "If you show me that expression again, I will swell your head."

Xiling Lianchen: "..."

"I have discussed with Qi Mo. Your identity must be changed again. The name Xiling Lianchen must be put away and you cannot be called again. In the future, your identity will be an orphan I picked up on the roadside. You should think about what name you want." Zhong Qingye sat up on the chair, not caring about his cold body in single clothes. He touched the child's head and said lightly: "It's better to change the name, everything starts over."

Xiling Lianchen's eyes flashed, and he turned his head aside embarrassedly, with a dark tone: "There will not be a start again, mine..."

"There will be!" Zhong Qingye interrupted his disdainful words, and his tone was firm. He reached out and wrapped him in his arms, and hugged him quietly: "Even people like me can have a new beginning, and you will definitely have it."

Xiling Lianchen was stunned and looked up at her.

Zhong Qingye smiled, his dark eyes shone brightly, as bright as the sunlight. Unfortunately, it was just a floating layer. Xiling Lianchen clearly saw that the sorrow hidden under his eyes was no less than his.

His heart suddenly felt a tender feeling. Although he didn't understand why the family in front of him was intact and seemed to be a happy woman, it didn't seem to matter what the reason was.

The woman's arms are warm, just like a mother... Her voice is not loud or even a little hoarse, but it sounds like a person who can't help but feel hope.

Xiling Lianchen lowered his head slightly, and his long eye feathers covered the expression of his eyes.

Zhong Qingye... No wonder even King Rui Qi Mo respects you so much...

What a dangerous woman who can't help but get close to...

"Xi Ying." The child suddenly said in a deep mood, his tone was calm, and his expression raised was not at all turbulent: "I want to call this name."

Zhong Qingye Nuannuan smiled and nodded: "Okay."

She didn't ask him the reason, but just heard him say it, and agreed without hesitation, just as she swallowed the medicine he handed over without asking, believing inexplicably but recklessly.

Xiling Lianchen, no, Xi Feng bit his lower lip hard.

This inexplicable woman!

I don’t know if Zhong Qingye had his idea. At this time, he smiled slightly, reached out and hugged him again, and put his sharp jaw on the child’s spine, and could feel the warm temperature.

In ancient times, the sun is the west. Although Zhong Qingye didn't know why he called the surname "Xi", the child already understood that the sun in his world was already west and was about to set, but the sun that belonged to him was about to rise.

So, don’t be afraid of practicing. Although the name has changed from "morning" to "wind", you have not lost the sun.

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