The Beloved in the Palm

Chapter 2 All your eight wives and concubines have remarried

Chapter 2

In the half hour after she crossed over, Xue Qingyin had seriously thought about whether she should make a plan and set up a series of schemes to kill He Songning, the male protagonist, so that she would have no worries from then on.

But she thought about it carefully.

... Sorry, I don't have the brain to make a plan.

He Songning is the male protagonist after all.

Not to mention the halo of the protagonist, this person is suspicious and ruthless. Even his own father was killed by his step-by-step plan.

Can't do it, can't do it.

Xue Qingyin chose to lie down peacefully.

He Songning saw that she didn't move, and the anger in his heart was reduced by three points.

Why bother with a fool? He Songning thought.

"Don't you recognize me?" He Songning whispered.

Xue Qingyin nodded slightly.

... Really don't recognize me?

He Songning squeezed out a voice from his throat: "I am the eldest brother."

Xue Qingyin nodded again.

He Songning then let go.

The maid outside had already picked up the lamp and was about to go in.

"Tell her you are fine." He Songning urged.

But it was too late.

The maid walked around the screen: "Ah! Who is it?"

Xue Qingyin immediately sold out: "Didn't you see it? It's the eldest brother."

He Songning: "..."

The maid didn't think about it, and said in surprise: "It turns out that the eldest master is here."

She hurriedly lit the lamp.

The light illuminated He Songning's face.

He Songning's facial features are very handsome. When he lowered his eyes, the tail of his eyes was long, and there was a kind of evil and crazy taste.

When the maid saw him, she couldn't help blushing.

After all, he is the eldest master in the mansion, and the maids in this mansion may become his concubines in the future.

"I didn't want to disturb Qingyin's sleep, I just came to take a look and leave. I didn't expect that I would wake Qingyin up." He Songning said a few words, and then he told her about his behavior of climbing through the window in the middle of the night.

The maid was moved by hearing this.

After all, they are from the same mother, and the eldest master still loves the girl.

"I'll go make a pot of tea for the young master." The maid said hurriedly.

"No need." He Songning said.

I wanted to say something, but it's not appropriate in front of the maid now.

He Songning turned his head and looked at Xue Qingyin.

His eyes were a little dark, as if they were darker than the night. When he stared at Xue Qingyin, she felt a little scary.

But He Songning soon smiled, he leaned over to pull the quilt for Xue Qingyin, and patted her shoulder: "You go to sleep. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Out of the house?

Out of what house?

Oh, there is a vague plot like this.

He Songning came back from an outing and took Xue Qingyin to attend the poetry meeting held by the King of Wei.

When he came back, he asked Xue Qingyin if she would like to marry the King of Wei.

The King of Wei already has eighteen wives.

Who would like to marry? Please!

Xue Qingyin looked listless and bored.

He Songning couldn't help but narrow his eyes and said with a smile: "Aren't you happy that I took you out of the house to play?"

There was a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

This is really suspicious.

He began to suspect that there was something wrong with her.

Xue Qingyin pursed her lips and uttered a word: "Tired."

He Songning looked a little relieved.

It seems that this time he is really sick.

"Rest early if you are tired."

"Hmm." Xue Qingyin thought for a moment and asked in a pretentious manner: "Did I just... hit you? I have been having nightmares these days, and I can't tell reality from dreams."

He Songning asked with concern like a brother: "A nightmare?"

Xue Qingyin grabbed his collar and buried her head in his chest and cried.

"I dreamed that you married eight wives and concubines, and you no longer loved me from then on."

He Songning: "..."I have never loved you.

"I also dreamed that you went out to lead troops to fight and died outside. You were pierced by thousands of arrows, so many arrows, piercing your body, like a hedgehog. I was scared to death."

"..."No matter how you listen to this, it seems a little wrong.

"I also dreamed that after you died, your eight wives and concubines all remarried. In the end, I was the only one who remembered you..."

"..."Dreamed that he was still cuckolded after his death? The veins on He Songning's forehead couldn't help but jump.

"I also dreamed..."

"Okay." He Songning covered her mouth. Don't dream anymore.

He pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled again: "Seeing me today, you won't have nightmares anymore. Don't think about it. Your life events haven't been settled yet, how can I get married?"

"Oh." Xue Qingyin responded softly and lay down again.

He Songning breathed a sigh of relief.

Xue Qingyin became more and more difficult to deal with.

He hid the disgust in his eyes and turned around and left generously.

The maid was still sighing: "I was wondering why the girl was absent-minded these days. It turned out that she dreamed that the eldest son died. This is really terrible..."

Xue Qingyin looked at her.

What a simple girl.

Don't like He Songning, the black-hearted man, anymore.

He Songning walked away, but did not go back to his room to rest immediately. Instead, he took a detour to see Xue Qinghe again.

A dim light was on in Xue Qinghe's room, probably because she knew He Songning would come.

The maid guarding the door was taking a nap, and was immediately delighted when she saw He Songning.

"Young Master?"

The maid didn't know why the eldest young master, who was born of a legitimate wife, treated their second daughter better than his own sister.

But the mistress treated them harshly. It was because of the eldest son that their lives were better.

The maid hurriedly welcomed him in and made tea for him.

Xue Qinghe was sitting under the lamp reading. When she saw him come in, she didn't put down the book.

It was He Songning who stepped forward and took the book away: "The candlelight is dim, be careful not to hurt your eyes."

Xue Qinghe raised her head, bit her lower lip, and said nothing.

Xue Qinghe was also a beauty.

She even looked three times more delicate than Xue Qingyin.

She was not like Xue Qingyin, who never said anything about the suffering she suffered.

That made people feel more pity.

He Songning took out something from his sleeve and handed it over: "Gift."

Xue Qinghe asked: "Didn't you give them all to your sister?"

"This one is left for you alone."

Xue Qinghe didn't take it.

Seeing this, He Songning insisted on giving it to her.

He leaned over and put a hairpin on Xue Qinghe.

"A hairpin made of colored jadeite. You usually dress plainly, so you should add some color."

The maid poked her head in from outside the door: "Colored jadeite? That... how precious it is!"

Xue Qinghe looked confused.

The maid knew more about this than she did, and said hurriedly: "The day before yesterday, the wife of the censor surnamed Lin wore colored jadeite on her head. Jadeite is often found with jadeite but no emerald, or with emerald but no jadeite. If it has two colors, it is rare, and three colors are the best. The eldest son gave the young lady a three-color jadeite hairpin."

The maid laughed out loud as she spoke.

So what if the eldest lady is a biological sister? After all, she is not as likable as their illegitimate daughter!

Xue Qinghe suddenly said: "Why is the lapel of the eldest brother dirty?"

He Songning looked down.

It was full of tears left by Xue Qingyin.

"Nothing." He Songning said lightly, not wanting to mention Xue Qingyin at all.

Xue Qinghe's eyes flickered, but suddenly dimmed.