Reborn to Love Lord Qiansui

Her voice was Lin Qing’s expectation every time she dreamed back at midnight, and the temperature on her forehead really showed the existence of this person. She came back and said she would take him home.

Leaning her entire body on her, because he was too tired.

Zhao Zimu let him lean quietly for a while, and then changed the jailer's clothes in his hand. When she saw the injury behind her, her hand shook, and then quickly changed him again, quickly The ground took out something from his body and smeared on Lin Qing's face. Soon, Lin Qing's face became like the jailer lying on the ground.

The time was too tight, Zhao Zimu didn't have time to stay, he helped Lin Qing through the dark corridor, and there were numb and dull eyes on both sides from time to time. When he met the prison guard, Lin Qing asked on her shoulder At that time, Zhao Zimu said with anxiety: "He was ill with a stomach problem. It's not too nervous these days. The adults don't allow us to have a little rest time. This buddy will be ill if he doesn't pay attention. I will take it now. He looks at it."

The other jailers nodded and stopped asking. They didn’t take much time to get out of the jail of the punishment department. Zhao Zimu helped Lin Qing to walk out of the wicket and saw a carriage before long. Waiting there, a fat boy and a scholar-like person saw her and greeted her immediately.

Zhao Zimu waved his hands so that the two of them would help Lin Qing step by step into the carriage without any help. Somehow she now wanted to walk alone with Lin Qing. Before, she always felt that their road would still be very difficult. Long, it is the first time I feel so cherished every step.

Chubby teenagers and scholars are naturally Zhao Zimu's apprentices Liu Dejin and Zhang Yong. She has been useless for both of them, and now she has come in handy.

The two of them are already wealthy merchants of the North and the South, a disciple who is now a prince of Guozi Jianjiu, and now he is at the Hanlin Academy, and he will also make plans for the eighth prince from time to time, and this time can save Lin Qing, these two This has played a huge role.

Liu Dejin’s silver is pervasive, not just the ordinary people’s homes, even some goods from some courts of the court will be bought from him, so his tentacles are almost permeable, but Liu Dejin’s clever place is to always put himself in a businessman’s place. In terms of positioning, the news he collected was only inadvertently known. In the eyes of everyone, he is a merchant. A merchant who has a better understanding of the news than ordinary people. Liu Dejin’s forces penetrated into every corner silently. However, no one found that the fat man looking at the rich and harmless actually controlled a huge intelligence network.

And Zhao Zimu has never used him, so he did not attract the attention and suspicion of others, but at the critical moment he is precisely the person who can play the most important role, this time Zhao Zimu can successfully mix into the day of the criminal department The prison is also thanks to him.

As for Zhang Yong, it was the person who sent the letter to Zhao Zimu.

The two watched intently as Zhao Zimu and the two entered the carriage. Liu Fatzi poked Zhang Yong's waist and said: "Sister, do you still dare to say that our master does not eat fireworks on earth?"

Zhang Yong said with a bit of sigh: "Our master..." He didn't know what to say, when it was clear what the reason behind Zhao Zimu asked him to assist the eighth prince, Zhang Yong could not for a while Come here normally.

Now that he witnessed his master's tenderness to the nine thousand-year-old, Zhang Yong felt that everything could be explained. All the differences of his master were for the person in front of him.

The two looked at each other, and Liu Dejin shrugged his shoulders and ran to the carriage. From afar, he smiled and dropped a sentence of "Thank you, Junior Brother!" He twisted his round body and got in.

Zhang Yong: "..." Although he is named Zhang Yong, it is not just that he is very mediocre, why is it that he does this thing every time!

There is no way, for the sake of caution, the whereabouts of several of them dare not let anyone else know, even the most loyal servants dare not use it, because if it is true except for accidents, they will be all over.

Challenging the imperial power, if it is discovered, it must be a bloodshed.

...

The fat man in the carriage is trying his best to put away his sense of existence, trying to make the two of them in the car when he does not exist, there is no way, the atmosphere between the two is too close, he is so awkward...

"Who is he". Lin Qing asked Zhao Zimu with his eyes.

"Apprentice." Zhao Zimu said while using medicine to help him quickly heal the wound. The little fat brother heard that his master raised him immediately and put his fat chest up, facing Lin Qingdao full of energy: "Master, my name is Liu Dejin."

Chubby Liu Dejin was a little shy, but there was no trace of fear on his face. I really didn't know if he was too big-hearted or who he was in front of him.

Lin Qing frowned, letting Zhao Zimu toss him, but even if he could not support it because of the wound, Lin Qing still stared at Zhao Zimu and said, "How can you appear in Here, do you already know what happened to the capital? Is it because of me? Or what happened to the northwest side?"

Looking at the person with complicated and doubtful eyes, Zhao Zimu pulled out a helpless smile, and was still not at ease with her. Zhao Zimu said without stopping, "Naturally it is because of you." Tao: "I care most about you."

Lin Qing was satisfied, but even though he was tired, he still refused to close his eyes and stared at him stubbornly. Zhao Zimu just let him lean on him, and then said in his ear with a coquettish tone: "Sleep, I will always be here, not to go."

Sure enough, Lin Qing's breathing eased immediately after sleep, and Zhao Zimu knew that this was a state that only existed when a person was sleeping.

With a pale face, cold eyebrows, and thin body, Zhao Zimu stared at Lin Qing for a long time before moving his eyes away from Lin Qing's face, and the color behind him became cold.

"Master." Liu Dejin Nono is authentic. As a merchant, he is still a successful merchant. Although he is young, he is not weaker than anyone else. Jin Xiaofan knows that his master is angry, he has not yet I have seen his master look so cold.

Sure enough, Zhao Zimu said slowly: "Did you find the whereabouts of His Majesty and others?"

Liu Dejin shook his head slowly, and Zhao Zimu stopped asking. Since Lin Qing hid Emperor Jinghui, he would definitely hide in a very secret place. It seems that all this can only wait for him to wake up Ask again.

...

A few days later, Lin Qing woke up in a place, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a woman in purple clothes sitting next to him. Lin Qing frowned, holding back her inner uneasiness. Lin Qing still shouted at the person in front of her: " Aunt Qing."

Aunt Qing, who was packing up after giving him a needle, gave him a look, and there was a surprised and satisfied look in her eyes, and she nodded lightly and said, "You are really dead, so you don't die. Do you know how much you have burned? God, this is a man who is going to die. If it weren’t for Zhao Yatoo’s neglect to cure you, you might be dead now."

Unexpectedly, Lin Qing really survived, and can only say that he should not die.

But if Zhao Zimu went one day late, Lin Qing might have actually died in that stinky cell, a generation of chenchen, if that is the case, no one would say anything, because that is the most deserve.

Qing retracted her surprised gaze, deliberately ignored the glance he asked, and turned and walked out of the door.

She has raised Zhao Yatou for so many years and hasn't seen her so caring about someone so much, so she was jealous, then let him rest for a while, so that the sullen breath of Shu Shuxin.

Aunt Qing left, and Lin Qing jumped out of the bed without hesitation, leaning against the wall and walking toward the outside.

This is a private courtyard. From the layout, the style here is very similar to that of Feng Ya Ge. I also know a little bit about where it is. I didn’t dare to go around. Lin Qing also knew that if he was found this way, he wouldn’t Mysteriously, the city must have been overturned by now. Any trace of the traces of horses and horses can expose you to danger. Even if you know that this is the place of the Fengya Pavilion, Lin Qing did not dare to go around. He found a place close to the entrance of the other courtyard. Down.

In front of them, there were several plants of Lan Ju opened in Zhengsheng, and I didn't know what kind of variety. Lin Qing watched them start a stay, but it didn't take a long time to feel dazed, they felt hugged from behind, familiar temperature, familiar cold Fragrant.

"How did it come out?" The voice behind the person was a little stuffy, and he pressed tightly to him. Lin Qing did not answer, but dragged her to the front and kissed her, but in the end he was pressed against the wall. The upper kisser's breath was unstable.

Seizing his nearly slipped body, Zhao Zimu helped him to the house, Lin Qing said nothing but just pulled her to the bed again.

He was uneasy, and Zhao Zimu was very obedient, cooperating with him intimately, carefully avoiding the wound on his body.

"Almost died." Lin Qing gasped in her ear.

"Are you afraid?" Zhao Zimu asked.

"afraid."

Zhao Zimu had some pain, and bent down, Lin Qing whimpered, and then his chest undulated violently. "Situ Yuanbuo came to me when I was trapped, threatening to replace me in your mind." position."

"I'm angry for you."

Zhao Zimu stopped.

"Situ Yaohua let people assassinate me, although I deliberately let them succeed, but it hurts." Lin Qing frowned.

"...Not afraid" Zhao Zimu was very distressed and just wanted to be better for him.

"I almost died."

Hearing the grievances in the speaker's voice, Zhao Zimu looked at him and said, "I will help you kill them."

"No." Lin Qingdao didn't want her to do it. He knew that she was very kind, but she was hidden by the coldness of the day, and he didn't want her to do it.

Zhao Zimu still looked at him with eyes full of eyes, as if he must be asked to give him an answer.

Lin Qing smiled and opened her hand to her, her eyes deep and sincere:

"Love me."