After the serious man Song Qingyu confronted Luo Heng, he and Qin Yan did not lose food.

Although Luo Heng did not show up the next day, the old man under her still brought food and tea on time. Even the snacks that Song Qingyu didn't like were four. Qin Yan ate some, and the rest was taken to feed the fish by Song Qingyu.

When the sun rises and sunsets, when the sky is getting darker, lightning and thunder are raining.

The wind swelled, the big boat swayed slightly, but the small boat was like a floating lone leaf, rotating and bumping.

Qin Yan was soaked all over and tried his best to control himself to prevent the boat from capsizing.

When Song Qingyu raked through the night sky with lightning, he hid in the cabin and did not come out to help.

The flames of the red candle were trembling. Luo Heng held the medical book in his hand, thinking that he was not in his mind. He had not turned the page for a long time. He heard the sudden storm outside, and raised his eyes and asked the maid: "When is it?"

"When the young master said, it's already Hai Zheng." The maid replied respectfully.

Previously, Song Qingyu played a song every day at the beginning of Hai, but today I am afraid I can't hear the sound of the flute... Luo Heng sighed slightly, closed the book in his hand, and saw Song Qingyu's unparalleled face up close last night.

When he got up to the door, Luo Heng stopped and turned back.

Song Qingyu's sarcastic words were actually true. If she had thoughts that she shouldn't have, her mother would be very angry.

But his eyes fell on the pages again, but after a moment he lost his mind.

Luo Heng frowned and turned his head to instruct: "Let Mr. Wen look at it, don't overturn the boats of those two."

When the maid went out, Luo Heng shook her head slightly and murmured to herself, "I hope I can play a song with you in the future..."

The old man surnamed Wen was the man who came to deliver food to Song Qingyu every day on Luo Heng's order.

A moment later, Mr. Wen's voice sounded at the door, "Young Master, I have something to report."

"Come in." Luo Heng spoke, put down the book again, and saw Mr. Wen enter the door, and asked subconsciously, "Are those two people okay?"

Mr. Wen frowned and bowed, "The one with the surname Qin is enough to deal with this storm. However, my subordinates think that this is a good time to take action."

Luo Heng was stunned, "Take it?"

"The Qin surnamed has always been unwilling to get on our ship, so he is trying to threaten his master. It is better to take the opportunity to destroy their ship. In this way, if they want to survive, they have to come up. At that time, whatever we want to do will be very convenient." Old Wen looked serious.

Mr. Wen was trying to control Qin Yan and Song Qingyu. When Luo Heng heard this, the first thought that came to his mind was that, in this way, she was close to that person.

So Luo Heng nodded, "Do it cleanly and don't be noticed by them."

"Young Master, don't worry, I will take action personally. But the Qin surname is not necessary to keep it, right?" Wen Lao asked. Qin Yan is useless to them, but letting it go will leave the troubles, and it is best to get rid of it.

Luo Heng thought for a moment, "Stay for the time being. Young Master Song is very important to us. If he can gain his trust, it will be the best. It is too obvious to get rid of Qin Yan."

Mr. Wen obviously did not agree very much, but still expressed that he would act according to Luo Heng's orders.

Luo Heng ordered his servants to bring hot water. After taking a shower, she changed into a light and flowing green gauze skirt, which made her look slender and graceful.

After dressing up in the bronze mirror and putting on exquisite makeup, Luo Heng's face that looked like cold jade and clear frost appeared in her mind again. She immediately felt that she was vulgar and asked her servants to send water to clean her face without applying any makeup.

The weather is bad and the large ship is seriously hindered, but the firmness will not be at risk of crookedness and overturning.

Luo Heng took a fragrant pill, took a sip of warm tea, and asked again: "What's going on outside?"

The maid took the order out to check it out. When she opened the door, she was blown by the strong wind and took two steps back. She hurried out and closed the door behind her to prevent the wind and rain from invading Luo Heng's room.

Thunderstorm makes people feel heart-pounding.

The maid's umbrella was blown to the sky before it was opened. She walked to the deck in the wind and rain, raised her hand to wipe the rain on her face, and when she looked closely, she saw a huge wave rolling up behind her, and the big ship shaking violently.

After a moment, the huge waves fell back and the sea tides surged, and the small boat that was originally not far from the big ship was gone.

"Young Master, their ship has capsized!" someone exclaimed.

"Go and save people quickly!" Luo Heng's voice.

The maid turned around and went back to see Luo Heng standing at the door, allowing the wind and rain to disrupt her hair and dress.

"Young Master..." The maid lowered her head.

"No need to say much, go change your clothes." Luo Heng looked at the disappearance of the boat, his eyes were calm. But the fist clenched showed that she was not so calm inside.

Qin Yan was slapped into the sea by huge waves when the boat was out of control. His last thought before fainting was that Song Qingyu must not have any trouble!

But Song Qingyu was originally in the narrow cabin, and his hands and feet were bound by black iron chains. Suddenly, when the incident happened, the chain on his hand hooked the iron ring on the hull, which caused him to float to the surface after being submerged, but he was unable to break free for a while and was dragged down by the boat.

Because she was not poisoned, Song Qingyu held her breath and slapped a heavy palm in the sea!

The boat was split into pieces, and his body lightened and he swam upwards. When he came out of the water, he caught the Yu Xiao floating on the sea.

Mr. Wen flew over with four people and said loudly: "Young Master Song is there, save people quickly! Look for Youth Master Qin!"

The sea water was cold, but fortunately, Song Qingyu's hands and feet had a long enough chain, so he could still control his body. His eyes narrowed slightly and saw Luo Heng on the big ship.

The maid held an umbrella, and Luo Heng stood at the stern of the boat and looked here quietly.

Song Qingyu was pulled out of the sea by two men, one left and one right, and flew towards the big ship.

Mr. Wen had discovered that Qin Yan was knocked out by the waves and floated out of the sea, so he was rescued.

But in a while, the wind stopped and the rain weakened, and the wave gradually subsided.

Song Qingyu was placed on the deck of the big ship, and the first one to land was the iron chains on his feet, making a crisp sound of impact.

He was soaked all over, and his face became even colder due to the coldness, which reminded Luo Heng of the immortals who were exiled by the heaven and sent to the mortal world in the miscellaneous books he read a few years ago...

As she moved her eyes down, Luo Heng saw Song Qingyu holding the jade flute tightly in her hand, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she became a little gentle. She was obsessed with music since she was a child. Song Qingyu's flute skills did not have many skills, but the flute song itself was so beautiful that she was moved.

"Send Mr. Song to clean up and change it, find some clothes he can wear, and prepare ginger soup to drive away the cold." Luo Heng turned his head and ordered the servants.

Song Qingyu looked at Qin Yan who was brought back, and Luo Heng sighed slightly, "Don't worry, Mr. Song, he will be fine."

Song Qingyu only glanced at Luo Heng indifferently, without thanking him.

The chain was broken by Mr. Wen. When Song Qingyu was bathing, there was no servant to serve him, but Mr. Wen came to deliver the clothes to change.

When Mr. Wen went out, he saw Luo Heng again and reported: "The butterflies are mostly on the shoulders or arms, and at least on the upper body. I have just confirmed that there are no similar traces on Mr. Song."

Luo Heng nodded, "It's so good. Is Qin Yan awake?"

"I think there is no need to let him wake up." Old Wen shook his head slightly.

Luo Heng refused to comment and turned to ask the maid: "Are the ginger soup and late-night snack ready?"

When the maid put the hot ginger soup and midnight snacks into Luoheng's room, Mr. Wen had already invited Song Qingyu to come.

Song Qingyu was wearing ink hair, wearing old apprentice Wen’s new clothes, and was wearing ink-colored outfit.

Luo Heng's eyes were stunning.

The so-called "people rely on clothes" is not the case. When a person is so beautiful that no clothing can take away his light and affect his temperament, even the lavender sandals will give people a sense of extraordinaryness.

Song Qingyu, who had changed his clothes, made Luo Heng feel for the first time that ordinary clothes that he had seen on weekdays could look so beautiful.

If a man's appearance is too delicate and his temperament is not right, it is easy for people to see his feminine spirit. But Song Qingyu is tall and handsome, and his heroic spirit makes Luo Heng feel that he is... very righteous.

I couldn't help but think of Shangguan Ruo saying that Song Qingyu had experienced rebirth, and both identities were behind generals. He had been a general, went to fight to kill enemies, and later became an emperor. He even told the world that his sleeve was broken because he did not want to choose a concubine...

Thinking of this, a smile flashed in Luo Heng's eyes. How could this person have a broken sleeve? It's just a cleansing person.

Such a beauty is amazing and beautiful, and she can see the most arrogant people she has seen.

"Young Master Song, please sit down." Luo Heng was kind.

Song Qingyu sat down opposite Luo Heng, and the spicy heat of ginger soup hit her face.

"Drink ginger soup first to drive away the cold." Luo Heng said, and then added, "There is no other meaning. You are very important to us, so there must be no accidents."

Song Qingyu did not move the bowl of ginger soup, "I am not that weak."

Luo Heng chuckled, "I don't mean that. If Mr. Song doesn't want to drink, just forget it. Eat something."

"Where is Qin Yan?" Song Qingyu had no intention of moving his chopsticks.

"Young Master Qin is fine, he just poured some water and has not yet woken up." Luo Heng looked as usual.

"Why don't you just take the opportunity to kill him, and it will be cleaner." Song Qingyu's expression was faint.

Luo Heng frowned, "Young Master Song, do you have any misunderstanding?"

Song Qingyu shook his head, "I have no misunderstanding. From our relative standpoint, I am not surprised that you will take the opportunity to take action. This is very reasonable. The only unreasonable thing is that if you keep Qin Yan. If Qin Yan is alive, I will believe that it has nothing to do with you? Sometimes, there are so many dramas, but it is actually unnecessary."

Luo Heng looked ugly, "You..." She expected that Song Qingyu might have some suspicion, but she did not expect that he had made such a straightforward conclusion and said that she had many dramas...

"Are you Shangguan Ruo's daughter?" Song Qingyu suddenly changed the subject.

Luo Heng shook his head, "No." He blurted out again after he finished speaking, "My mother is not called Shangguan Ruo."

The first sentence directly denies, while the next sentence admits it in disguise. The words are correct, because there is no Shangguan Ruo in the world today.

"I don't know what my mother has done. I can't stop what she wants to do now. But it is not fair to me to pass on your prejudice against my mother." Luo Heng said with a frown.

"Prevention?" Song Qingyu smiled, slowly stood up, looked down at Luo Heng, "No, I am not prejudiced to your mother, but an irreconcilable hatred."

Luo Heng's expression changed, "You have nothing to do with it!"

"My brother is named Nangong Heng, you should know who I am talking about." Song Qingyu smiled and said, "I haven't said you are helping the evildoer, but don't you know what you are doing right now? Do you want to prove that you are like your mother but not like your daughter? Simple, let me go immediately, do you dare? Do you know?"

Luo Heng's eyes dimmed and he avoided answering, "It's me that I'm wrong. Young Master Song might as well go and rest first, we'll talk tomorrow."

Song Qingyu's lips curled up a shallow curve, "You have the final say. If I say you are superficial, I think I rely on my face only. It's not that there are no women who like me. From their experience, I can give you some advice. Don't be obsessed with me, you will regret it."
To be continued...