The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

After a long time, as if he had finally decided on something important, he raised his hand solemnly, slowly stretched it into his bosom, and slowly took out a light yellow medicine bag.

Huang Fulian didn't open the medicine bag immediately, but stared at the medicine bag in her hand with deep eyes, showing a state of extreme loss.

After a long while, Huang Fulian finally came back to her senses.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the bed, and found that Jiang Nanyan was still in the same posture as before, and was in a deep daze.

Huang Fulian stood by the table like this, staring at Jiang Nanyan steadfastly. [

Time is passing by bit by bit.

The room was quiet, without any sound.

In the air, there was a depressing and heavy breath.

Huang Fulian just stood there, motionless, looking at Jiang Nanyan firmly.

He knew what Jiang Nanyan was thinking.

She must be regretting that the group of officers and soldiers just now were not sent by Xiahou Fengli. Even though Jiang Nanyan herself may not have noticed it, her heart is no longer on her.

If Jiang Nanyan's heart is not in her body, then what's the point of keeping a body by her side?

He wanted Jiang Nanyan to respond to his love, and he wanted her to have no influence from anyone but himself.

Huang Fulian looked at Jiang Nanyan for a moment, and told herself secretly that he would count dozens of times. Jiang Nanyan raised her head to look at herself, and she was no longer trapped in her own thoughts. Then, he decided to observe again. a period of time.