节奏大师电脑版

Chapter 433

Yanzhi was flattered and stiffened her body. She had grown up with the young mistress since she was little.

This was the first time she was so intimate with the mistress, even without speaking, it was as affectionate as sisters.

She couldn\'t help but softened her voice, "Mistress?"

Gu Ying sniffed and had a moment of weakness, "I\'m fine, just tired."

Yanzhi listened with heartache. She could see her mistress with a big belly, but looking like a child leaning on her. "Why don\'t I go make the bed, mistress didn\'t sleep all night, go to bed and sleep a little more? Mistress don\'t be afraid, I will be by your side, I won\'t go anywhere!"

Gu Ying\'s nose soured, and she murmured an "um" in a choked voice.

She needed to calm herself down properly. The chaotic thoughts in her mind prevented her from making the right judgement and planning for the moment. She could only rest first before talking.

Yanzhi was the person who had accompanied her to die in her previous life. Only with her by her side could she really feel at ease.

"Yanzhi, come and sleep with me for a while."

Yanzhi was puzzled, "Ah?"

Gu Ying smiled helplessly, "The prince is not here, he won\'t get mad at you."

When the prince was around, let alone sleeping with the young mistress, Yanzhi didn\'t even dare to get close to the mistress, otherwise the prince would give her a cold look.

Since the mistress said so, Yanzhi shyly laughed, "Okay! I\'ll do whatever the young mistress says!"

The word "young mistress" made Gu Ying\'s eyes turn red.

It was as if the two had returned to the boudoir, trusting and relying on each other.

Those difficult but simple and carefree days were really missed.

She lay crookedly on the bed, and Yanzhi hurriedly fetched water, fluffed up the pillows, put the mattress behind Gu Ying\'s waist to support her pregnant body so that she wouldn\'t be too tired sleeping.

Gu Ying looked at the little girl running around with a smile in her eyes, and said gently, "That\'s enough, don\'t busy yourself, come and sleep."

Yanzhi responded with an "aiyo", her face red, she took off her clothes and got under the covers.

Just as she was about to say a few more words to accompany the mistress to sleep, she heard the shallow breathing next to her.

"Huh, so fast, she fell asleep?"

Her heart softened as she leaned against the soft body of her mistress, smelling the faint milky scent on the mistress\'s body, staring blankly, wanting to move but afraid of disturbing the mistress\'s sleep, she could only lie quietly.

Ever since the prince left, the matters of the Duke\'s Mansion, the Censorate, and the Marquis of Dongping had to be taken care of by the mistress one by one.

The mistress must be too tired.

Compared to the mistress, she often lived too carefreely.

The mistress had paved the way for her. No matter which mansion she was in, she was given the best treatment, and apart from attending the mistress, she had nothing else to do.

Although she didn\'t have much ability and was not as good as Yin Lan at observing and discerning, the mistress had given her status and position, allowing her to be in charge of a bunch of little maids.

The mistress\'s kindness to her would be remembered for a lifetime. If there came a day, she would definitely repay it even if she had to jump into boiling water or run through fire.

After a while, Yanzhi also fell asleep deeply.

When Yin Lan came back after delivering the letter, she saw the harmonious scene of the mistress and maid sleeping together.

She froze in her steps, standing behind the floor-length veil, her eyes wet, and her heart somewhat unbalanced...

Ever since she was arranged to the Marquis of Dongping\'s mansion by Lady Qin, she had been serving the mistress wholeheartedly.

But in the mistress\'s heart, she still couldn\'t compare to Yanzhi who grew up together...

...

Outside Bianjing City, on the official road.

A pitch-black carriage slowly moved out from the night.

At dawn, sunlight projected from the mountain tops. After a while, the carriage turned around the foot of Mount Qixia, heading towards Huangcheng.

Han Lin sat silently outside the carriage curtains, whipping the horse\'s butt from time to time.

After a while, a violent coughing sound came from the swaying carriage.

Han Lin held his breath and frowned, slowing down again.

"Young Master, how are you?"

"Cough cough cough cough!"

"Young Master!"

"Cough--!"

After a heavy cough, a steady male voice sounded.

"I\'m fine."

Chu Jiuniang looked at the thin man next to her worriedly, with one hand on his bony shoulder, bringing the hot water to the man\'s pale lips, and said distressfully, "I send the Second Miss\'s news every day. Why did Young Master have to come in person when your health is most important."

The handsome man with black hair draped over his shoulders, wearing a thick green robe, looked deathly pale against his jade-white handsome face.

He raised his haggard, emaciated jaw, took a weak breath, and lightly laughed, wiping away the traces of blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, "Since I\'m awake, of course I have to come see her."

Chu Jiuniang didn\'t know what to feel.

Just thinking that the most important person in the young master\'s heart was that woman, she felt inexplicably lost.

Unfortunately, the current her had been trained by Han Lin to be no different from Gu Ying.

Apart from her looks, her posture and speech, even her tone of voice, had gained some grace and gentleness of a young lady from a respectable family. Naturally, she could no longer throw petty tantrums like an unreasonable jealous woman.

She had always been a smart person. Under Han Lin\'s training, she was no longer the ignorant little girl from Haizhou. She also understood what it meant to endure, restrain herself, assess the situation, speak properly depending on the circumstances, and act a ghost in front of a ghost.

So on the surface she didn\'t show it. She revealed a shallow smile, "Young Master has seen her, so please rest and recuperate. Me and Han Lin can handle other matters."

Jiang Yin moved his stiff neck and turned to look at Chu Jiuniang.

Since being severely punished by Zhao Changdu in Yueyang, he had been in a daze for three or four months.

Occasionally when he woke up, he could only lie in bed, relying on Chu Jiuniang and Han Lin\'s care.

Recalling the dangerous situation back then still made him feel lingering fear.

He was so close to dying by Zhao Changdu\'s hands.

Haha, life really toyed with people.

Jiang Yin sneered. Fortunately he was different from Zhao Changdu. He was a reborn person who had worked with Zhao Changdu before, so he naturally understood his temperament.

Therefore, he had made preparations early on. Before being caught by him, he had prepared a death-faking pill that allowed him to fake death and slip away like a cicada shedding its shell when necessary.

That Zhao fellow probably still didn\'t know he was alive.

As for Gu Ying—

He reached out his big hand and stroked Chu Jiuniang\'s exquisite beautiful face, his stagnant eyes turned cold, "Ying\'s belly is getting bigger and bigger. I really don\'t like that little bastard child. What do you think I should do."