Clear and Muddy Loss of Love (MTL) (1)

65

Gongyang Huai left with gratitude, Qi Yan thought about half-day countermeasures alone in the study.

Then I wrote a greeting to send Qian Yuan to Xie'an Mansion, and then he took the carriage alone and went back to the Prince Princess Mansion.

To the side hall, see the deep sleep of Nangong Jingnv. Qi Yan sat on the edge of the bed and touched each other's shoulders, and whispered several times, seemingly to sleep until tomorrow.

Qi Yan took a piece of paper and pen and wrote a stack of notes, and then called Qiuju and said, "His Highness is afraid that she won't wake up until tomorrow. Sorry for Qiuju's sister to go to the Royal Hospital, she said that her Highness wants to be safe Pulse. By the way, let the doctor see if you need a prescription.

"Yes."

Qiu Ju was ordered to go, Qi Yan took a book and quietly looked at the table, Ding Xi arrived half an hour later.

Qi Yan opened the door to Ding Yue and said softly, "His Royal Highness is still sleeping.

"Yes."

Ding Yan invited the pulse of Nangong Jingnv and opened a prescription for calming down Qi and gave it to Qiuju. Zhi Zhan Yan arched his hand: "Wei Chen also asked for a safe pulse for Grandma Ye."

"It's working."

While others were not paying attention, Qi Yan stuffed the folded note into Ding Yan.

He inspected the wound for Qi Yan and told her that although she was fine, she still needed to rest and left with the medicine box.

Sitting on the carriage returning to the palace, Ding Yu unfolded a note with a pen-shaped sharp letter: I will persuade His Royal Highness to plead for the criminals and other criminal officials such as Zongzheng Temple, and I will hand this information to the palace inside Be sure to let Nangong know the inside story.

Ding Zheng put the note in a ball and stuffed it into his mouth.

Qi Yan is smarter than he imagined. The host and herself have never told her about the secrets. With her personality, she can only give her a note if she is convinced that there is a host in the palace.

In the early morning of the next morning, the sleepy Nangong Jingwoke woke up from her sleep, stretched her waist comfortably, and heard Qi Yanwen's voice: "His Royal Highness."

She sat up with her body supported. Qi Yan was sitting on a stool by the bed, holding a book in her hand.

"What time is it?"

"His Highness slept all night."

Nangong Jingnu rubbed her eyes: "It's been so long?"

"How does your highness sleep?"

Nangong Jingnu suddenly thought of Weiyang Palace again, her eyes nodded slightly.

"Her Highness is hungry? Ask Sister Qiuju to come in and help you bathe and change clothes?"

"Ok."

...

After having eaten early, Qi Yan saw that the Nangong Jingnu was still in a low look, and took out the long-sealed jade flute to take it out of her waist: "Today is blue and clear. Walk around? "

Nangong Jingnu gladly agreed.

The two walked side by side on a cobblestoned path, and after more than a month of leaving, the breath of spring day has quietly descended on this garden. The peach blossoms were the first to bloom, and the rows of willows not far away also took out tender green branches and were full of vitality.