In the middle of the night, the corridor of Pope Residence was so quiet that you could hear the wind outside the window.
This is Ning Rongrong's first time staying here, and she sleeps very lightly.
Obviously she loves the bed.
She was awakened by a strange sound.
That kind of sound came from the end of the corridor, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, intermittent, and it sounded a bit scary.
Her heart was beating fast and her palms were a little sweaty.
After a long time, she bit her lip, crept up from the bed, and decided to find out.
I looked into the corridor. There was no one in the corridor, only the moonlight and the shadows of lights swaying on the walls.
The sound was still ringing, coming from the end of the corridor a little clearer.
He walked quietly to the end of the corridor and stopped.
The door is closed, and you can see through the curtains that the lights inside are on.
The sound came from behind this door.
She knew this room and learned through other maids during the day that this was the guest room specially reserved for His Highness the Holy Son by the Pope, but His Highness the Holy Son rarely came to stay.
Is that bastard Gu Qingshan staying here tonight?
She walked to the window, which was closed and the curtains were drawn tightly.
With a snap, the curtain flipped violently, revealing a gap.
Ning Rongrong was startled by the sudden movement, his body leaned back, his feet slipped, and he fell into a strong butt squat.
She grinned in pain, put her hands on the ground and climbed up, her eyes falling on the gap again.
The curtains were still shaking slightly, and the gap was a little larger than before.
Ning Rongrong carefully approached the gap and saw the interior of the guest room through the narrow gap.
The room was very large, several times larger than the maid's room she lived in.
Her eyes swept around the room, and then she froze.
She saw a shadow hanging in the air.
Like a swing, swinging back and forth.
The figure of the man was stretched very long and cast on the wall, like a huge butterfly.
Ning Rongrong's pupils shrank suddenly.
It's... it's so late, and that bastard is swinging in the room?
Can't?
Although Gu Qingshan is not very old, he is not so naive, right?
She couldn't help but move closer and take a closer look.
That seemed to be a tall woman.
Gu Qingshan The beauty is hidden in the golden house?
At this time, the curtain moved again, and the gap became even larger.
Ning Rongrong finally saw it clearly.
A woman in a purple skirt hangs from the ceiling in the center of the room.
Her long hair hung down from both sides of her shoulders, covering her face.
Ning Rongrong's pupils suddenly shrank violently, her mouth opened, she covered her mouth with both hands, and she almost screamed.
Purple... Purple skirt... Pope...Bibi Dong.
She recognized the purple skirt.
During the day, in the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong is wearing this one, which shows off her figure very well.
In other words, the man who was hung up was... Pope Bibi Dong!
Is this really the noble, cool, domineering Pope that he was during the day?
The pope who sits on the papal throne, holds a scepter in his hand, and has electric eyes that make people afraid to look directly at him?
Ning Rongrong didn't dare to look any further, so she turned around and ran away.
My bare feet stepped on the wooden floor of the corridor, making a rapid and messy slapping sound.
She ran back to her room, opened the door, rushed in, and closed the door.
My legs are getting weak, my palms are sweating, and my back is covered in cold sweat.
She squatted down, hugged her knees with her hands, and buried her face in her knees.
So... so terrible.
Countless pictures flashed through her mind, each one making her heart beat faster, each one making her blush, each one making her more frightened.
She won't be silenced, right?
She saw things she shouldn't have seen and knew secrets she shouldn't have known.
Ning Rongrong was hiding in the quilt and shivering.
Just after dawn, Ning Rongrong was woken up.
"Get up, it's time to work.
The person who woke her up was the stewardess, a woman in her forties, wearing a dark blue uniform, her hair neatly tied back, with a serious face and sharp eyes.
Ning Rongrong sat up from the bed, his hair was messy, and there were two thick dark circles under his eyes.
She barely slept last night, tossing and turning in bed, terrified all night long, until the sky turned white.
Her mind was full of those images, Bibi Dong being hung in the air, the purple skirt, and those baby hands.
The maid has a lot of rules. She just came yesterday, and the steward read to her from a thick book for more than an hour.
The first thing she did was to clean the tea set.
At this time, footsteps were heard on the stairs.
Gu Qingshan came down from upstairs, clothes neatly dressed.
Ning Rongrong The moment he saw him, his body froze as if a restraining spell had been cast on him.
Her hands shook and she almost dropped the tray to the ground.
She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look directly.
Fortunately, Gu Qingshan ignored her and his expression didn't change at all when he walked past her.
She breathed a long sigh of relief. She probably didn't find her last night.
After breakfast, Ning Rongrong was arranged to do laundry.
There were various kinds of clothes soaked in the tubs. She walked to one of the tubs and took a look at the contents.
The body trembled, it was a purple short skirt, made of silk, the neckline was neither high nor low, the waist was very tight, and the skirt was very short.
It's exactly the same as the one I saw last night.
She asked the maid who was doing laundry next to her.
"Whose clothes are these?"
The maid is a girl in her early twenties, with a delicate face, wearing the same light blue sarong as Ning Rongrong.
She glanced at the purple skirt in Ning Rongrong's hand and smiled.
"This belongs to His Holiness the Pope. It is said that His Holiness the Pope likes this one very much. Be careful not to damage it."
Ning Rongrong's heartbeat skipped a beat.
No wonder I haven't heard of Bibi Dong getting close to any man in all these years, except Holy Son Gu Qingshan.
There must be an ulterior secret between Bibi Dong and Gu Qingshan!
She didn't dare tell anyone about what she saw last night, not even Ning Fengzhi.
One careless move may cause Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to disappear completely.
She remembered the legendary relationship between Liu Erlong and Holy Son.
Liu Erlong is not young, Bibi Dong is older than Liu Erlong.
Then, she remembered what Gu Qingshan said yesterday.
"No, I don't like it being so small."
At the time, she thought he meant the body by "small".
Now she suddenly realized that maybe he didn't mean that, he meant age.
Her father Ning Fengzhi likes young ones.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's sect leader has never been short of young and beautiful women around him, one after another.
He always has only one standard when looking for a woman, young, even younger than her.
Ning Rongrong I always thought that men like young ones.
It seems that this Gu Qingshan has different preferences than most men.
"Dad also specifically told me to try to contact Gu Qingshan, and it's best to capture him."
It seems that I will never be able to complete this task.
People don't like this at all!