She lit the bronze lantern of the palace-dressed beauty, and in an instant, the entire study came into view under the dancing candlelight.

Qi Mojing still looked expressionless, holding the book in her hand and glancing at Shi Jin lightly.

This glance was extremely oppressive. It was clearly the dog days of March and September, but a dense layer of white sweat appeared on Shi Jin's back.

She resisted the urge to turn around and run away, and walked up to Qi Mojing with a smile that was uglier than crying.

Qi Mojing's eyes swept over her lips unscrupulously, and Shi Jin was so frightened that she quickly took out the lipstick she had prepared from her sleeve.

Maybe she moved too much, and her cuffs were stacked up to her elbows, revealing a section of her white arms that bully Shuang Saixue.

Before Qi Mojing could react, he heard the maid in front of him hand over the lipstick with a little bit of flattery, as if offering a treasure, "Sir, this lipstick is bright in color, just enough to withstand the cinnabar. Look at it, can you still return it?" Compatible?"

Qi Mojing's face darkened, "Get down!"

These words were like sounds from nature. Shi Jin quickly put down his words, resisted the urge to run away, and exited the study little by little.

Qi Mojing was once again the only one left in the study.

He supported his forehead with one hand and held the small box of lip balm with the other. For a long time, a muffled laughter came from his chest.

The laughter was like rolling thunder, trembling slightly in the chest and abdomen, but disappeared without a trace.

If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid he would have screamed and run away.

Only she could always manage to calm down in a panic and find a way out for herself. In the last life, was he so persuaded by her look and abandoned by her?

His fingertips gently rubbed the box of lipstick like a murmur, as if it were his lover's snow-white neck, making him unable to put it down. The raised corners of his lips fell back little by little, eventually becoming expressionless.

Choi Shijin...

Oh……

Shi Jin came out of the study. He could no longer control his trembling legs and walked faster and faster. He didn't even hear Bi'er's greeting and quickly got into the sleeping room.

After the door to the penthouse was bolted from the inside, she slid out little by little along the edge of the door.

Burying his face between his legs, Shi Jin's shoulders trembled slightly, biting his lips until they were blue and white, he bit the scar open again, with the taste of blood in his mouth, and then he came back to his senses little by little.

The second master's temperament was unstable. Just now, the place where the second master grabbed her wrist seemed to be wrapped around by a cold snake, causing her heart and soul to tremble violently.

She still has a brother waiting for her. If she can't take care of herself, what should her brother do?

When she thought of this, she took a handkerchief and wiped the blood on her lips, and then stood up again.

Just as he gathered some strength, there was a knock on the door. It was Zhihua.

"Shi Jin, Bi'er just said that you were not feeling right, what's wrong?" Zhi Hua knocked on the door and asked.

"I'm fine." Shi Jin's voice was a little deeper, "I spilled the sour plum soup and was scolded by the second master."

"What big deal do I take? The second master is the most merciful. I hit Hui Inkstone, but he didn't have anything to say. Compared with Hui Yan, it's such a trivial matter like turning over sour plum soup, even if the second master said anything It sounds ugly, but there is absolutely no reason to hold on to it." Zhihua said with a smile.

The second master is a strange person to say the least. As long as you obey the rules, he will be very easy to serve.

"I got it. I'll be on duty later, so you can go back." Shi Jin calmed his voice and spoke again.

"Okay, if something happens to you, remember to call me."

After sending Zhihua away, Shi Jin washed his face with water. After feeling that nothing was wrong, he obediently walked to the study.

She did not enter the study this time, but stood quietly in the open space in front of the study, with her hands folded in front of her, obediently and submissively.

The candle in the study was lit for a long time, and she stood there for a long time.

It wasn't until the candlelight went out that the door to the study slowly opened, and Qi Mojing, dressed in black clothes, stepped out.

Seeing Shi Jin, he didn't say anything, but walked slowly towards the main room.

Shi Jin hurriedly stepped to follow.

After waiting silently for Qi Mojing to wash up and help him find suitable clothes, Shi Jin lowered his head and took off the curtain.

When the candle light was extinguished, Shi Jin got into the curtain, spread the thin blanket aside, and slowly lay down on the footrest sideways.

Qi Mojing still folded her hands on her abdomen, sleeping in a very regular manner.

At midnight.

The sky was extremely gloomy.

Qi Mojing felt that her blood was almost running out.

However, the space around him was too narrow, and he couldn't even make the smallest movement.

He was wounded on his leg, and a piece of bruise with an unpleasant smell flowed out from the black wound. He was holding Shi Jin in his arms, and the woman's face was pale, and she was sobbing softly on his body.

His hand touched the woman's shiny black hair, and he felt a rare softness in his heart.

"When I die, you can remarry." He patted the woman's back gently, helping her to calm down little by little.

She is his concubine, his only concubine. He has always been indifferent to his feelings, even for the woman in his arms. For the sake of her serving him, he doesn't mind giving her a way out.

The woman suddenly raised her face. Although it was pale, it could not hide its beautiful color. There were still tears in her eyes, but she became determined, "Second Master, I have to find medicine."

Qi Mojing's hand shook, but she patted her comfortingly, "Don't go, Jin'er, stay with me for the last time."

Shi Jin nodded, hugged him around the waist, and buried his whole face in his arms.

There was a fog in front of his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he saw Shi Mo running towards him on his legs.

He was shouting, "Master, run! Run! That bitch Cui Shijin, she is with Kang Shicheng, she brought people here, master, run quickly..."

The sound of a cavalryman flying up in the dust raised the air, and Shi Mo slashed the horse's leg with his knife. He was so determined that he hugged a cavalryman who fell off his horse and refused to let him go.

Several spears were inserted into Shi Mo's body, and Qi Mojing's eyes were about to burst...

Suddenly I opened my eyes, and everything was dark.

Qi Mojing's breathing slowly slowed down and she turned to look at Shi Jin.

At this time, Cui Shijin seemed to have had a dream, his brows furrowed, and then relaxed quickly. The corners of the girl's mouth were slightly raised, obviously she had dreamed of something interesting.

He remained silent in the night for a long time, then lay down again.

The second day.

As soon as Shi Jin woke up, he saw Qi Mojing sitting in an ebony lacquered rocking chair with his hair down, reading a book. The early morning sunlight fell on his face, as if it was coated with a soft golden edge, making his complexion look beautiful.

It also looks more transparent.

Shi Jin tiptoed to put away the thin blanket and tidy up the inner room, and then he ducked down and felt blessed when he passed by Qi Mojing.

Qi Mojing didn't say anything, which made Shi Jin sigh in relief. What happened yesterday made her deeply afraid of the moody Mr. Qi, so she avoided it whenever she could.

Fortunately, Si Qi took care of Second Master Qi more during the day, and Shi Jin also had time to hide away.

After a while, Si Qi and Shi Mo both came to the backyard. They served the second master Qi to wash up, and then served breakfast. The second master Qi then wore a elegant, soapy white robe with straight lapels and straight breasts, half tied up.

A wide jade belt inlaid with jade and agate on a white background slowly came out of the inner room.

Although his face was a bit frighteningly cold, he still had the demeanor of a handsome nobleman.

As soon as Mr. Qi stepped into the courtyard, all the maids in the courtyard, whether they were sweeping or doing work, all stared straight-eyed and quietly looked at Mr. Qi, who was dressed in colorful clothes.

Feeling the gaze falling on her, Qi Mojing's face turned a little dark.

After all, Siqi was the sensible one. Before Mr. Qi could get angry, he lowered his head and handed a folding fan made of gold and ebony painted with mountains and rivers to him.

Mr. Qi's eyes swept over the fan pendant, but there was no sign of an attack.
Chapter completed!