Leftover Girl Crossing: King Leng's Stand-in Concubine

Chapter 62 Mid-Autumn Feast ①
The two walked all the way back to their respective yards, but they each had their own concerns along the way.

But they all have one thing in common, they all hope to conceive a child as soon as possible to stabilize their status, and now the princess's sudden return to the mansion has posed a great threat to them.

Three days later, Qingqing's body felt much better, and she was able to get out of bed and walk around.

In the garden, sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, and the sun is very good. After staying in the house for so many days, Qingqing feels very comfortable when she comes out to bask in the sun.

I still remember that when the sweet-scented osmanthus was fragrant, it was almost the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Qingqing turned her head and asked Yuanyang, "What day is today?"

Yuanyang replied, "Back to Princess, today is the eleventh day of the eighth month."

It turns out that there are still four days until August [-]th. In previous years, we would have family reunions at home, but this year we will spend it here.

Unknowingly a little lonely.

At this moment, I saw Murong Jin coming from afar. Today, he was wearing a blue homely twill brocade robe, but the bloodstone belt around his waist shone brightly in the sun.

When he was not angry, there seemed to be such a trace of warmth on his face, but his thin lips were tightly closed.

It makes people feel a strong sense of inviolability.

Qingqing thought, maybe he fainted that day, he was so kind because of the child's face, right?

Otherwise, all the women in this mansion would try their best to have children with him.

Qingqing originally wanted to leave before he found her, because seeing him, even if she wasn't so angry now, Qingqing would feel a bit oppressed and embarrassed by the environment.

She just turned around, but Murong Jin called her from behind, "Hey, wait!" Hey is what he called Qing Qing.

Although, her current identity is Princess Zhao, Shang Muxue.

But he couldn't pronounce the name.

When she turned her head, Murong Jin felt a trance in her eyes, as if she had returned to the day when she resolutely left the palace, the snow-white pear petals on the red dress were clearly reflected in his mind.

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Today is New Year's Eve, I wish you all a happy family, all the best, and the tiger is full of power!

(End of this chapter)