The rebirth of a lady: the emperor, you will sleep tonight (Novel)
Other Name: 贵女重生：皇上，你今晚侍寝

Genre: novel
Author: Fuyu
Year: 2020
Chapter: N/A
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Synopsis:
Xun Qingqiu and Li Chenglan, Xun Qingqiu was reborn, opened his eyes and found that he was fifteen years old again, and everything was fine at that time Well, everything is too late. It’s just that Xun Qingqiu didn’t know that as she walked in the camp, someone was racking his brains to meet her…

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Xun Qingqiu slept in a daze, was helped by Xun Qingnian and drank half a bowl of Soothing Soup. He started to sweat heavily on his forehead. He opened his eyes and saw the pomegranate planted in the far corner of the window, thinking about how to plant a pomegranate tree. Can’t plant begonia and crape myrtle?

The wind is pretty, the flowers are enchanting, and it looks like stars from a distance, sweet and gorgeous.

In her previous life, she planted such flowers in the yard. It seemed that when she looked at such delicate flowers, she didn’t feel that her life had been ruined and withered. Nor was it like the phoenix tree courtyard was locked in the autumn, and she felt that Shen Yuan locked herself.

However, those flowers are not cheap.

Begonia was shipped from Fengtai by Shen Shi. It is worth a thousand dollars, and it is hard to find a single plant.

In fact, Shen Shi has always been okay with her, willing to spend money on herself, but it might be because of the guilt in her heart.

Ashamed of the mistakes that I made to let go of that day, I am ashamed of myself for choosing to take the wrong responsibility for my own benefit.

Xun Qingqiu’s thoughts fluttered, and after a while, his face flushed and his body became more and more hot.

Xun Qingnianmo’s forehead was so frightened by her astonishing heat that he quickly asked Tang what to do.

Mrs. Pan was very old, and she had long been called by Tang Clan and Xun Qingnian to help her to rest, so only the Tang Clan had an idea at this time.

Although the Tang family was Xun Qingqiu’s stepmother, but a woman in her early twenties, how could she understand this?

Xun Qingqiu lay on the bed and sullied his mouth weakly.

How could Xun Qingnian not worry about it? Tang immediately ordered someone to decoct the medicine prescribed by the doctor again, and let Xun Qingqiu drink it with the heat.

In this way, Xun Qingqiu finally couldn’t help but fell asleep.

Xun Qingnian breathed a sigh of relief and saw the unbearable fatigue of Tang’s eyes, and said, “You should go back to rest first. After all, you are still pregnant. Sister Qiu will be taken care of by me.”

Tang’s boat came over in a strenuous manner. He couldn’t hold back his tiredness a long time ago, so he asked his mother to help him go down to sleep.

Xun Qingnian curled up in the corner and prepared to take a nap. He never thought that tiredness would hit Haiti in an instant.

I ticked even more, and then I watched. It was midnight. The wind outside seemed to have fallen asleep. It was blowing slightly, slamming on the window lattice, smashing cracks, and swaying the lights, reflecting a figure. Dancing in horror on the screen.

The white snow covered Li Chenglan’s shoulders, and his light and thin weight made him look ugly.

In the tent, Xun Qingqiu’s complexion was flushed, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He was clearly uncomfortable, and there was not even a maid waiting beside him.

He couldn’t care about it, lifted the tent and picked up Xun Qingqiu, freeing a hand to touch her forehead.

“Qingqiu.”

Xun Qingqiu chuckled, opened his eyes in a dazed expression, looking at Li Chenglan who suddenly appeared in front of him, a trace of confusion flashed across his eyes, “Master Zheng?”

She remembered the fifth uncle who was still in the house, and hurriedly pushed him away, “You, you go, my uncle seems to be the one who assassinated you that day.”

Li Chenglan was so distressed when she heard this. She was so sick and worried about him. Besides, she was only one-sided with her…

Li Chenglan quickly coaxed softly: “Don’t talk, you are struggling to talk now.”

Xun Qingqiu felt like he was in a dream, and his body seemed to be thrown into the stove, struggling, like boiling water in a copper kettle, boiling continuously.

She looked at the silky satin on the top of the bed and the tassels hanging down. It was clear that it was the four-room bed where she had slept for more than ten years…. She was really sick and confused… What about Master Zheng He will come to his own boudoir… Besides, how does Young Master Zheng know that he is the foreign lady of the Shen family.

She sighed, blinked happily, and then looked at Li Chenglan, who had never disappeared in front of her, with a suspicious “Yeah”.