The mother of the Hou family eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and went crazy, I won by sucking milk

Jiang Wanqing stopped.

Looking at Zongzheng Wuyou: "Then you can do it yourself."

Zong Zheng Wuyou blushed immediately: "I... am not that kind of person, how can I have an affair without a matchmaker..."

Jiang Wanqing suddenly showed a complicated expression: "What are you thinking about? I just saw that you looked really weak and ugly. You are injured and your clothes are wet. I don't want you to have any problems due to wound infection. I can't bear the responsibility then, so I thought of helping you take off your coat and bring it over to dry."

After listening to Jiang Wanqing's explanation, Zong Zheng Wuyou finally realized what he had misunderstood.

It's totally off the mark.

There was a hint of embarrassment on his face.

Then he said, "I can do it myself."

After saying that, Zong Zheng Wuyou took off his outer coat.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew and he couldn't help but shiver.

Jiang Wanqing took Zong Zheng Wuyou's clothes and hung them on the rack.

The two of them suddenly felt a little awkward again.

"Sister Jiang."

"Master Zong Zheng."

The two said in unison.

"You speak first."

"You speak first."

The two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Zong Zheng Wuyou said, "Sister Jiang, you should speak first."

"Hmm..." Jiang Wanqing frowned and said, "Master Zongzheng, please call me Madam Jiang from now on. After all, I am the mistress of the Marquis of Xingchang's mansion. Calling me sister doesn't seem appropriate."

Logically speaking, after marrying into the Zhou family, you should call her Mrs. Zhou.

However, Jiang Wanqing was not very willing to have anything to do with the Zhou family.

I would rather call her 'Mrs. Jiang'.

Zong Zheng Wuyou's expression changed.

With a hint of apology, he said, "I didn't notice it. I just thought that you were Wushang's sister, so I called you sister. From now on, I will call you Madam Jiang in front of others."

Jiang Wanqing nodded.

Then he remembered something and asked, "By the way, what did you want to say to me just now, Master Zong Zheng?"

Zong Zheng Wuyou frowned, shook his head, and smiled lightly: "Nothing?"

Originally, I thought that I should ask Jiang Wanqing not to call me Master Zong Zheng, but just call me Wuyou.

But now, the name "Mrs. Jiang" was intended to distance the two of them, and he couldn't continue to flatter Jiang Wanqing and let her call him "Wuyou".

Jiang Wanqing did not continue to ask this question.

He glanced at Zong Zheng Wuyou's legs.

Then he asked, "How do you feel about your leg injury now? Can you still walk?"

Zongzheng Wuyou tried to move his legs.

Then he nodded at Jiang Wanqing: "It's okay, although there are some minor injuries, it's okay."

Jiang Wanqing heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this.

Then he said, "If no one comes to look for us tonight, we will set out to return to Zhuyun Villa early tomorrow morning, and try not to let others know that you and I have been missing all night. We don't know what the situation is at the bottom of the cliff at night, and we can't go out and take risks."

Jiang Wanqing felt that his people could hide the truth from outsiders for one night.

The third brother would always find out that Zong Zheng Wuyou did not go back, and naturally he would know that she was missing too, and he would definitely come to look for them.

Now Shui Yun and others haven't found me yet, and I'm carrying a wounded person, so I'd better not act rashly.

Zong Zheng Wuyou echoed, "Okay, we'll set out early tomorrow morning, but I think Wushang will find us.

You and I were alone together for one night. It's better not to spread such a thing, otherwise it will damage your reputation.

My leg injury is still a little inconvenient. Otherwise, you can go back tomorrow morning and don't worry about me. When you find your brother, you can ask your brother to rescue me. "

Zong Zheng Wuyou thought that he should try his best to preserve Jiang Wanqing's reputation.

Jiang Wanqing frowned.

He sighed and said, "Why don't you take a rest first? Who knows, maybe they will come to find you later?"

Zong Zheng Wuyou shook his head.

In a stalemate: "It's my turn to keep watch."

Jiang Wanqing laughed out loud: "If you had a bronze mirror, you would be able to keep watch even if you fell asleep lying there. Now your face is so pale that if someone comes to see you at night, they will think they have seen a ghost."

Zong Zheng Wuyou was stunned and touched his nose awkwardly.

Then Jiang Wanqing continued, "Okay, take a nap first. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't make it through tomorrow. I'll watch over you in the first half of the night, and you in the second half."

Zong Zheng Wuyou's face was terribly pale.

I was indeed feeling a little dizzy, so I stopped being pretentious.

The corners of his mouth lifted up, and he tried to force a smile: "Okay, wait until the second half of the night, and Madam Jiang will call me."

After saying that, Zong Zheng Wuyou closed his eyes.

After a while, the sound of regular breathing became particularly clear in the quiet night.

Jiang Wanqing looked at Zong Zheng Wuyou.

He shook his head with a look of disgust.

With such a weak body, I guess I'm just overthinking it.

I do not know how long it has been.

The cold is getting worse.

Jiang Wanqing watched as Zong Zheng Wuyou's face turned from pale to red.

"Mother...Mother..."

Zong Zheng Wuyou murmured something from time to time.

Jiang Wanqing couldn't help but take a step forward, put her hand on Zong Zheng Wuyou's forehead, and couldn't help but take a breath.

It’s really hot.

He immediately took out his handkerchief.

There happened to be water dripping on the rocks. Jiang Wanqing wet her handkerchief and quickly put it on Zong Zheng Wuyou's forehead.

Zong Zheng Wuyou kept muttering something in a low voice.

Jiang Wanqing couldn't help but move closer.

"Mother Concubine..."

“Don’t abandon Wuyou.”

"I'll go to the Great Zhou... I'll release my mother and anything else will be fine..."

"Mother Concubine..."

Zong Zheng Wuyou seemed to be having a nightmare, and a few tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Jiang Wanqing was stunned.

Is Zong Zheng Wuyou thinking of something bad?

Suddenly I thought of the wounds on his body, and thought that he must not be having a good time in Dongyi Country.

Perhaps, the third brother is his rare close friend.

I still doubt him...

Jiang Wanqing felt even more guilty when she thought about it.

The next moment, Zong Zheng Wuyou reached out and grabbed Jiang Wanqing's hand.

He was still calling out "Mother" anxiously.

Jiang Wanqing sighed.

Looking at Zong Zheng Wuyou like this, he couldn't help but think of Xiaoxiao. Tonight was the first time he was separated from Xiaoxiao.

My mood also became a little worse.

Looking at Zong Zheng Wuyou who was holding his hand, he moved his handkerchief for him with his other hand.

He sighed and said, "If your mother is here, she won't want to be separated from you. Only if you are well, your mother will be relieved."

In a trance, Zong Zheng Wuyou opened his eyes slightly, not knowing whether he had heard Jiang Wanqing's words or not.

But the feeling of being taken care of that night was real.

Jiang Wanqing changed the handkerchief for Zong Zheng Wuyou from time to time, and at some point, she also closed her eyes.

When she suddenly woke up with a start, she felt a chill on her back.

Her sixth sense told her that this was very dangerous.