Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Crazy

The door was locked. No matter how Jing Yao knocked or pulled, there was no response. She then pulled on the window, but there was still no response.

Jing Yao was so anxious that sweat broke out on her forehead. Who was that maid and why did she do this? She probably hadn't offended anyone recently.

There was a pungent aroma in the room. She was exhausted and rested for a while with her back against the door and her head lowered. Then she felt a little stuffy and thirsty. She stood up and took two steps inside when she stopped and her pupils suddenly constricted.

The tall figure was half lying on the couch with his eyes closed, the back of his hand resting on his forehead, his handsome face flushed, and his cheekbones, nose bridge, thin lips, corners of the eyes and even the roots of his ears and neck were all tinged with the color of alcohol.

Perhaps it was because of the heat, the front of his shirt was slightly open, his robe was disheveled, the white veil was folded like cloud-like satin, and his slender knuckles hung at his sides.

Jing Yao was terrified. Why was He Anting here? Why did the maid lock her and He Anting up here?

He must be hoping that she would accidentally enter He Anting's resting place, anger him, and then kill her with a legitimate reason.

Jing Yao's heart was beating like a drum, and she couldn't let him recognize her.

She hurriedly pulled out the silk handkerchief from her sleeve, covered the lower half of her face with it, and walked out with light steps.

However, the noise just now had already awakened him. He Anting stood up slightly and asked, "Who?"

His voice was slightly hoarse and his tone was a little unstable, but one could still hear the displeasure in his words.

Jing Yao's heart suddenly began to beat faster. In a split second, her slow brain finally worked faster. She turned around and blew out the candle in the room, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

She is too smart. He Anting would definitely not recognize who she is. Jing Yao couldn't help but feel proud of her own intelligence.

But why was the room getting hotter and hotter? It was so hot that she felt dizzy.

Jing Yao held her head and couldn't help fanning herself.

He Anting's vigilance reached its peak. He felt hot air in every breath he took, and the darkness in front of him made it impossible for him to see anything.

There were other people in the house.

As alert as he was, he propped himself up, steadied his shaking body, and looked around the room in the faint cold moonlight.

Jing Yao covered her face and bent her waist to avoid him.

The two of them hid here and there in this small room. Jing Yao looked back carefully while bending over and hiding behind them.

The next moment, her wrist was grasped by a burning hand with enough force to break her bones.

Jing Yao cried out in pain and was forced to turn around. Her bright and sparkling eyes met He Anting's cold gaze in panic.

Even at this time, she still covered her face so that he wouldn't recognize her.

"Who are you?" He Anting seemed to squeeze out the words from his lips. He could tell from the delicate moan just now that it was a woman, soft and weak, gentle and graceful, which aroused his heart and made the fire in his body burn even more fiercely.

The veins on his arms were bulging, and He Anting was breathing heavily. He felt that the wrist in his palm was as smooth as cold jade, which made him want to touch it and get closer.

Jing Yao struggled to break free, but found that her whole body was soft, like dough, and she was very weak. She felt that she began to sweat, her hair was wet, and a thin layer of water stains gradually appeared on her neck.

The air around it becomes sweeter.

Jing Yao was already in a state of panic. She felt the changes in her body very directly. A small piece of cloth was soaked by water. She wanted to escape while wanting to cry but had no tears.

Through her tearful eyes, she felt her body lighten and she fell into a soft blanket.

Qing Wu was ordered by He Anting to find the antidote. When he approached the house, he found that the house was locked, but the lock was not locked tightly.

He was puzzled. Just as he unlocked the door and was about to enter the house, he heard a woman's scream from inside.

Qing Wu paused, his expression was quite interesting.

Is this the master who regards women as a scourge?

He retreated consciously, choosing not to disturb his master's good deeds.

Inside the room, the sweet fragrance became stronger. Jing Yao buried her head in the quilt, her breath was sticky, and her underwear was soaked with sweat, sticking to her legs, making her feel very uncomfortable.

Her mind seemed to be shrouded in fog. A silk scarf covered her face, hiding her features, but her beautiful outline was still vaguely visible.

She has a plump and delicate figure, and her body is as beautiful as the finest warm jade.

Jing Yao felt like she had died twice. The first time made her wake up. She struggled to escape, but was pulled back by her ankle.

She felt pain all over her body, her waist was almost broken, and her whole body seemed to be crushed back and forth.

She didn't dare make a sound, and her throat hummed like a cat, and then all that was left was a blush.

He Anting is a bit strange. What's strange is that he is a two-faced person.

Judging from the number of times she had met him, he seemed so serious and cold that he didn't seem like a real person. How could he have such unknown quirks?

I don’t know how long it took, the room became extremely hot and stuffy, and the man next to her fell asleep. Jing Yao took off the veil on her face, and her snow-white face looked like the most beautiful crabapple.

The emotion subsided, she calmed down, and fear surged into Jing Yao's heart.

She, she, she really is with He Anting...

She will be put into the pig cage.

Jing Yao instinctively wanted to escape, and she quickly put on her clothes with her trembling legs. In her haste, she always missed something, but she didn't care.

Fear still triumphed over the pain.

Jing Yao ran to the door and pushed it, and the door was opened. She was overjoyed and quickly put on her hood and ran away.

Unexpectedly, he bumped into a woman halfway through the run.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jing Yao kept lowering her head. Xue Ningzhen stared at her intently. She didn't say anything and let Jing Yao run away.

Yun Qiao was already extremely anxious, but fortunately, only an hour had passed. The moment Jing Yao came back and took off her hood, she was shocked.

The corners of her eyes were rosy pink, and she was so charming that she was unaware of it. Her face was like peach blossoms, her lips were bright red, her hair was disheveled, and one of her embroidered shoes was lost. She looked like someone who had been deeply loved.

"Aunt...you." Yun Qiao's voice was trembling.

Jing Yao didn't love Ye Yunzheng, but she didn't feel any shame or anger at being forced to betray him. She was just afraid of losing her life.

"Nothing happened tonight. I just got lost when I went out. Please prepare some water for me. I want to take a bath." Jing Yao lowered her head and said slowly.

Yun Qiao's eyes turned red, she covered her mouth and nodded, then poured water while sobbing.

Jing Yao was exhausted, and the pain came over her belatedly, but she felt more ashamed.

Yun Qiao's eyes were still red. She asked Jing Yao a few questions tentatively, but Jing Yao kept her mouth shut and didn't want anything to be mentioned.

But after getting up from the shower, Yun Qiao caught a glimpse of something behind her and was shocked.

She had always known that her daughter had plump and delicate skin that would turn red if pinched and blue or purple if bumped. Now, there were two not-so-obvious... slap marks on her lower back.

One on each side, it can be seen how powerful the thief is.

Yun Qiao's face turned blue and red, and she was filled with anger and humiliation. A girl was bullied like this. Yun Qiao was so angry that she wanted to cry, but she didn't dare to tell Jing Yao.

He Anting had a dream.

He dreamed that he was kneading dough, the dough was sometimes soft and sometimes chewy, gently wrapping his hands.

Good living habits made him open his eyes on time. After taking a breath, his memories of last night came back to him and he jumped up.

The inner room was a mess, with half of the quilt falling to the ground and two or three pillows stacked together for some reason.

On the cushion... it's too ugly to look at.

His chest heaved for a few moments, and he almost fainted from anger.

It was still dark outside, and it was obvious that the woman had already run away.

He Anting tried his best to stay calm. Someone had drugged his wine last night, and the servant he met on the road must have been arranged by that woman.

Otherwise it wouldn't be such a coincidence.

The memory of last night was so clear that he wished he had lost it.

He remembered that the woman always had her face covered, her eyes... were very beautiful, her voice sounded like a cat, her figure seemed plump, and her palms were full and smooth. He Anting's face looked a little strange, and he rubbed his forehead irritably.

Then his hands, which were dressing, stopped and fell to the ground.

There were two things scattered on the ground.

A lilac-colored dress.

A pink silk handkerchief.

After a while, Qingwu picked up a pair of cherry-colored embroidered shoes on the way.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his expression was strange, and his slender fingertips flipped the small garment.

He drugged her, but ran away.

If he were to catch this girl, he would definitely not let her go.

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Jing Yao slept all night and had a nightmare.

He Anting had become a regular figure in her nightmares. This time, the thing that spanked her was not the handle of a knife, but his big palm as strong as a bamboo.

What made her even more terrified was that while he was beating her fiercely, she heard Ye Yunzheng knocking on the door and talking outside.

Jing Yao was startled awake again and wrapped herself in the quilt exhaustedly.

The soreness and pain from last night were even worse, and she hissed in pain.

When it was daybreak, she took a good look at her skin. She found circles of red marks on her wrists, which were the marks of being tied with a belt.

There is a circle of fingerprints on the ankle, which are the marks left by being pinched.

There are countless traces of this kind.

What made her even more worried was that it was not easy to get contraceptive soup in the palace. Jing Yao's face was pale and she looked very depressed.

I seemed to have left my underwear and shoes behind when I came back last night. Never mind, it's okay. He probably didn't recognize me.

Just pretend that you don’t know about this matter.

Jing Yao covered her face and felt despair.

Fortunately, Ye Yunzheng has not been interested in her these two days, otherwise she would be in even greater trouble.

Jing Yao is the best at finding joy in adversity, so she would just treat something like this as... being bitten by a dog.

However, as soon as she closed her eyes, her mind went back to what happened that night.

The stuffy room, the messy clothes, and the waist that felt strong.

She couldn't help it and her face turned red again.

Alas, it’s just a fleeting romance, why bother about it?

Jing Yao quickly calmed herself down and ate up all the food Yun Qiao brought.

Yun Qiao wanted to speak but stopped, and stopped talking but still wanted to.

"I have to go back today." Jing Yao suddenly said.

"But can Madam let you go?" Yun Qiao sighed. Upon hearing this, Jing Yao rubbed her sore waist and hung her head dejectedly.

Mother Zheng came leisurely from the front yard, walked to Jingyao's door, and knocked: "Is my aunt here?"

Yun Qiao opened the door and immediately became nervous: "Mom? What's going on?"

Seeing her like this, Madam Zheng was certain that Jing Yao was not around, and a hint of pride flashed across her face. "The Young Madam has ordered that you go to the front yard to see her. She said that you offended the Lord in the garden yesterday, and now you are being asked to go and apologize to him."

Jing Yao's face turned pale, and Mother Zheng happened to poke her head in: "Where is my aunt? Where is my aunt..." She suddenly stopped talking and looked at Jing Yao in the room in surprise.

Wasn't she locked up? Why is she here?

Mother Zheng's palms were sweaty, and she forced a smile: "Auntie... is here, then follow me."

Jing Yao's mind went blank and she almost cried. No matter how hard she tried to hide, she couldn't escape.

When He Qingyun saw her, her smile almost collapsed. She stared at Mother Zheng with a doubtful look. Mother Zheng's legs trembled and she felt very wronged.

"Let's go." He Qingxuan took a deep breath and said coldly.

"Young Madam," Lian Qiao suddenly entered the room and said hurriedly, "Master is very busy right now. I just heard from others that Master lost a very important personal belonging last night and is looking for it with great fanfare."

He was puzzled: "What kind of personal belonging is so important? Why are you looking for it with such fanfare?"

Lian Qiao lowered her voice and said, "I heard from Qing Wu, who is beside the master, that he made some inquiries and it seems that this personal item was picked up by a girl last night."

He Qingxuan understood: "Brother is still as clean as ever and won't allow others to touch anything of his."

Jing Yao curled her lips after hearing this.

Clean and self-disciplined? Not necessarily.

His big carrot is very scary and can eat people, which is very painful. He is also two-faced, saying one thing in public and another in private. I'm afraid that others have never seen him when he goes crazy.

When she thought about her lower back, she couldn't help but spit, thinking that he was not a serious person.

"I heard that the old man personally led people to search, and they soon found this place."

Jing Yao couldn't help but reveal a bit of panic in her beautiful eyes, but she quickly calmed down.

Why is she panicking? He Anting is here to catch a thief, and she is not a thief, so why should she panic?

Thinking of this, Jing Yao straightened her waist.

He Shi did not expect that He Anting would bring people here personally. He thought about it carefully and concluded that the person who could drug the palace banquet must be a palace maid or a servant.

The purpose is still unknown. He Anting guessed that it was a woman who wanted to climb up the social ladder. She became frightened after having sex and ran away temporarily.

That's a wide range.

"Brother, why are you making such a fuss?" Following his order, He called out all the maids in the yard, especially the maid who had followed He last night.

Most likely close to him.

He Anting stood with his hands behind his back, his figure was tall, and he was wearing a smoky gray pine and bamboo robe with wide sleeves. His sharp and deep eyes swept over them.

Jing Yao cautiously glanced up at him. He Anting looked fine, his expression normal. Jing Yao inadvertently glanced at his slender waist, and her mind began to lose control again...

It's over, it's over. Why did she start to think nonsense again? It must be because he is such a bad person. She was bullied like that, but he didn't feel any guilt at all.

It's so unfair. Why is she the only one who is worried about being thrown into the pig cage?

She stared at him absentmindedly, and inadvertently met He Anting's gaze.

Jing Yao suddenly became nervous, lowered her head quickly, and moved behind He in small steps.

But unexpectedly, He Anting walked straight towards him.