No script time travel, the general helped me rise to the top

"Father," Yangyang greeted Lord Zuo Xiang, "Why is father here?"

"Oh! Father came to see Qingqing. Although it was my idea to lock her up today, I still hope she can understand!" The Left Prime Minister said, and was about to go to the yard.

Thinking of the vivid scene in front of me just now,

Yangyang couldn't imagine how embarrassed his father would be if he saw this.

It would be fine if Xue Qingqing had brought this upon herself, but she couldn't let her father, who was already in poor health, worry about it.

Yangyang lifted her skirt and walked quickly to the front of Zuo Xiang, deliberately raising her voice and saying, "Father, I just met my sister and talked to her a little. Although she is imprisoned, she understands your painstaking efforts."

Yangyang stood in front of Zuo Xiang, looking at him with a look of bewilderment.

If I walked a few steps closer, I would probably be able to hear the sounds inside in detail.

In a hurry, he added, "My sister didn't get enough rest these days. She fell asleep only after I said a few words just now."

Guixiang, who had just followed behind, also said in a panic, "Yes! Sir, the second young lady just fell asleep, so she asked me to go out and make some hot porridge for her, saying that she would eat it when she wakes up!"

"That's right!" It was the first time that Yangyang felt a sense of belonging with Guixiang, which made Xiaotao beside him look puzzled.

All the noises outside the house came in. Xue Qingqing, with a blush on her face, was in panic, "My father is here?"

Suddenly, he was exhausted and slipped off the young marquis' body, knocking over the vase on the stand next to him.

The sound of a vase breaking was heard from inside the house, causing the Left Prime Minister, who was about to leave, to turn back and ask, "What's that sound?"

The left prime minister looked at Xue Yangyang's bewildered expression, and was worried that something might have happened in the room.

"Father, let's go in and take a look!"

Yangyang had no time to stop him. Seeing Zuo Xiang already standing outside the room, he stretched out his hand to push the door open.

At this moment, in the room, the young marquis was picking up Xue Qingqing who had fallen to the ground, and holding her against the door.

He teased, sucking on her clavicle, then her neck, then her jaw, and finally biting her lips.

The hand beneath her body teased the wetness under her skirt nervously.

“Why can’t this door be opened?” Lord Zuo Xiang gave it a light push.

The action in the house did not stop.

Xue Qingqing panted and whispered, "Young Marquis, my father is outside, otherwise..."

"How about?" The young marquis' nose brushed across Yangyang's face, "How about, let him take a look?"

"No!" Xue Qingqing finally said something reasonable with the last bit of her sanity.

Looking at Xue Qingqing's somewhat shy but frightened face, the young marquis became interested.

"I don't want to! What should I do? I haven't had enough fun yet!" The young marquis' lips touched Xue Qingqing's earlobe, "Then there won't be a next time!"

Hearing this, Xue Qingqing's originally uneasy face became somewhat reluctant again.

Her fair and delicate arms wrapped around the young marquis' neck, "No... Qingqing is already the young marquis's."

"Qingqing, I'm your father, are you in there?" Seeing that the door couldn't be opened, Zuo Xiang was worried that something had happened in the house, so he turned his head and looked at Guixiang, "Guixiang, you are strong, push this door open!"

"This..." Guixiang lowered her head and looked at Xue Yangyang as if asking for help.

Yangyang understood, "Father, don't worry, my sister might be asleep, and if you open the door, she will be scared again!"

"But, you heard that sound just now. The vase fell to the ground." The Left Prime Minister naturally did not believe Yangyang's words.

"Maybe it's a mouse!" Guixiang said in a rough voice, her voice getting smaller and smaller.

"Rat, how could there be such a big rat in the young lady's room? What are you girls doing here!" The Left Prime Minister glared at Guixiang unhappily.

Yangyang stroked the left prime minister's back and said as he calmed down.

"Father, don't blame Guixiang. Guixiang is afraid that she will break the door and you will deduct her monthly salary."

"That's right, that's right." Guixiang knelt on the ground crying, "Sir, Guixiang doesn't dare."

I heard the noise outside getting louder and louder.

The young marquis looked at the lovely girl in his arms, and the lip balm on his lips became blurred.

He reached out and lifted Xue Qingqing's right leg and wrapped it around his waist. "You must thank your sister someday!"

"Why thank her? She is most used to trying to please our father. Young Marquis, could you please stop mentioning my annoying sister in front of Qingqing?"

The young marquis put his hand on Xue Qingqing's lips and made a shushing gesture, "Well! But I like your sister too!"

Xue Qingqing frowned and shouted "Why?" in a coquettish and angry manner, completely forgetting that there were people outside the room.

"Qingqing, are you awake?" Zuo Xiang approached the door and asked patiently, "Daughter, open the door!"

The young marquis saw that the left prime minister outside the house had heard Xue Qingqing's words.

He lazily put on his half-open clothes and tightened his belt.

Finally, he picked up the folding fan on the ground, pointed to the window behind Xue Qingqing, opened and closed it, and disappeared into the room.

Xue Qingqing thought about her father ruining her good fortune, and Xue Yangyang, this annoying sister,

Looking at the window where the young marquis left, she gathered her drooping skirts and said with her back to the door, "I'm fine, you guys go! I'm sleeping and don't want to see anyone!"

"Father!" Yangyang saw that Zuo Xiang looked disappointed, but she also wondered what kind of terrible scene she would see inside the house when she opened the door.

"Father, let me help you back to the mourning hall! I will figure it out!"

Yangyang supported Zuo Xiang and signaled to Guixiang before leaving. Guixiang was like a deflated ball and finally collapsed to the ground.

All the way back to the funeral hall,

Seeing that Old Madam Xue was sitting on the armchair with a lively look on her face, she greeted her for a while and then went to the back hall to rest.

Yangyang and Lord Zuo Xiang were left behind, and the men in mourning exchanged greetings again.

The young marquis who had just come out from the back window looked as if he had just arrived at your mansion.

He led his personal guards and maids to the mourning hall to pay his respects.

The manor's steward took the incense from his hand, and he bowed to Yangyang, who was kneeling on the ground burning paper money, and said, "Miss Xue, please accept my condolences!"

I don't know why? Although this young marquis is dressed like a human being, Yangyang can always smell a fishy smell!

Yangyang closed his mouth tightly, looked at the paper money in the brazier and nodded casually. Even looking at him for one more second would be considered filthy!

The young marquis was also sensible. Seeing that Yangyang didn't like him very much, he stood up and walked towards the left prime minister again.

Xiao Tao, who was kneeling beside Yang Yang and helping her pass paper money, asked, "Miss, I don't understand why you stopped me from going to see the Second Miss just now!"

Yangyang was calm, it turned out that Xiaotao really didn't hear anything,

"Don't ask. As long as you know about the Second Miss, just don't get involved. Just let her make a fuss. That's her fate!"