away from the heart

Chapter 200
Xing Chen was preparing to enter the palace early in the morning to serve the sick, but heard that Mrs. Xue asked to see her.Mrs. Xue walked in, followed by a boy in his early ten years, holding a sword in his hand.Mrs. Xue said: "This is the old brother's sword. This sword has killed countless people on the battlefield, and the killing spirit on it can drive away the nightmare of the birthstone. As long as it is placed in the room, Yue'er can sleep peacefully and recover soon Eye."

Xingchen was worried about the insomnia in the early moon night, and he was a little confused when he heard the words. At this time, Liao Bo told Xingchen that the princess's biological father and the Xue family army fought against the enemy together, and maybe it is indeed related to this sword.Liao Bo was the beggar old man who published the book to Chuyue that day. He was Chuyue's father's confidant and a trustworthy person.Xingchen was overjoyed.The old lady said again: "It's just that this sword is a family heirloom of my Xue family, and it needs to be guarded by my Xue family." The old lady pushed the boy out, and the boy called out "ahhh" a few times, but said Speechless, "This is Xiao Shengzi, a domestic slave, poorly dumb, let him guard the sword, and help take care of Yue'er by the way."

There is no reason for Xing Chen not to agree, thanked the old lady, and rushed into the palace.As soon as Xingchen left, Qin Yixiao wanted to see off the guests, but Mrs. Xue proposed to hang the sword on Chuyue's bedside to protect her safety. There was no reason for him not to agree, so the old lady asked Qin Yixiao He led him to Moonwatching Pavilion.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Chuyue turned around vigilantly: "Who?"

Seeing Chuyue's appearance, the old lady almost shed tears, and took Chuyue into her arms distressedly: "It's me, girl."

"Auntie? Why are you here?" Chuyue was pleasantly surprised, she did not expect the old lady to come to Shun Palace to visit her in person.

The old lady shook her hand in front of Chuyue, sighed slightly but did not dare to disturb Chuyue, "Auntie is worried that your autumn eyes will be hurt like this."

"The doctor said that as long as you take the medicine on time, you will definitely get better." Chuyue held the old lady's hand and comforted her.

"The doctor also said that you can't sleep late." The old lady worried that Chuyue would not take care of herself, so she asked.

"It turns out that my aunt knows."

The old lady took the sword from Xiao Shengzi and handed it to Chuyue: "I came here for this purpose. This is the Xue family's family heirloom sword. It has a very murderous spirit. If you take it with you, it will definitely break the birthstone nightmare. "

Chuyue was hesitant. Since it was a treasure handed down by the Xue family, she would not be able to bear it if she was careless.

"Really? It's so precious, Yue'er dare not accept it."

"It's not foolproof. My aunt dare not risk your life. This sword is my heirloom, and I need to keep it in my Xue family's servant. Xiao Shengzi, come here." The old lady waved to Xiao Shengzi and called him over, " This is Xiao Shengzi, my servant of the Xue family, he is poorly dumb, he will take care of you these few days, and when you recover, he will go back with the sword."

Chuyue wanted to decline, but was blocked by Mrs. Xue's words.

"I said your house..." Mrs. Xue looked around in the Wangyue Pavilion, "Do you live with Prince Shun?"

"Of course not—" Chuyue subconsciously wanted to deny it, but she suddenly realized something when the words came to her lips, "Of course it's not up to me."

As soon as these words came out of her mouth, Chuyue suddenly felt guilty: What should I do now?Even lied to my aunt?

But there is only one pillow on the couch, how can it accommodate two people?The girl Chuyue hesitated like this again, thinking that there must be something unspeakable.

The old lady seemed to understand something, and an old fox's smile appeared on her face: My silly nephew, after returning home last night, was drunk again, sad and sad, and still too tender.

(End of this chapter)