Cold love prince ghost Yan concubine

Chapter 89

Chapter 102

Ye Henyu and Sikong Jun stood there for a long time, watching Ni Aoling and Kong Fanqi's going back.

"Yu'er, follow father to the royal study." Ye Luoyi patted Ye Henyu's shoulder and called softly.

"Yes, Royal Father." Ye Henyu nodded, and waves flashed in his wise eyes.

The three of them hurried to the imperial study room, and as soon as they entered, Ye Luoyi couldn't wait to ask: "Yu'er, is Yan'er's injury really all right? You didn't lie to your father, did you?"

Just now because of Ni Aoling's presence, Ye Henyu said that there was nothing serious, but he was not sure if Ye Henyu was hiding something from him.

A flash of distress flashed across Ye Henyu's cold and handsome face, and he said, "Father, I dare not lie to you. Yan'er is out of danger, and she will fully recover as long as she rests for a few days."

"Oh! That's good! Yu'er, you have to investigate this matter carefully. This time Lord Ling didn't come here with much fanfare. I believe not many people know their whereabouts, but when you go out, you are met by men in black. Assassinated, my father thinks it's strange!"

Ye Luoyi's thick eyebrows were deeply furrowed, he was worried, his complexion was not as bright as it was when he was in the main hall.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured that I have sent people to investigate this matter. I believe there will be clues soon. Moreover, I feel that the other party should have been prepared for their attack this time. I suspect that these men in black are The target is His Highness Yu, not His Highness Ling."

Sikong Jun's always arrogant face was extremely dignified at this moment. In fact, he already had some confidence in the person behind the scenes in his heart, but he just didn't want to tell Ye Luoyi to make him worry.

"What? It was needled in Yu'er?" Ye Luoyi's horrified face was a little pale, and his wrinkled face was plunged into deep sorrow.

"Father, don't worry too much yet, let's wait for General Sikong to find out everything before making a decision, not to mention that all Huayun Palaces have already stepped up their vigilance, I believe they will not take any action for the time being."

Ye Henyu's cold and handsome face revealed a chilling indifference, and his whole body was filled with a dangerous aura. If he were to know who was the murderer behind the scenes, he would definitely tear him to pieces.

Ye Henzhe rushed to the Hall of Music Rhyme as soon as he woke up. He wanted to know how Ni Yan'er's injury was doing as soon as possible.

He didn't expect this operation to fail. Although he was unwilling, his heart still hurt when he thought of hurting the beauty.

As soon as he stepped through the threshold, Ye Henzhe saw Xia Jinran angrily leaning on the imperial concubine's couch, chewing melon seeds resentfully, as if the melon seeds had a grudge against her.

"What's the matter, ma'am?"

Ye Henzhe leisurely paced to one of the chairs, sat down lazily, raised his legs, and stared at the angry Xia Jinran as if watching a show.

"Your Highness, let me tell you the truth, our well-meaning people may not like it. You see, in the morning, the concubine brought a thousand-year-old ginseng to visit Ni Yan'er, but who would have thought that she had banned guests from visiting her? Well. You said, they were all injured, and they still put on such a big air. I think it’s almost time to die, right? I heard that they were hit by a poisonous hidden weapon.”

When Xia Jinran said this, she glanced at the expressionless Ye Henzhe intentionally or unintentionally from the corner of her eye. She was also a little vague about Ye Henzhe's attitude this time, although she knew that Ni Yan'er's beauty might have attracted attention. Ye Henzhe's interest, but looking at him now, he feels a little uncertain, at least the beauty is injured, so he should be nervous?But now she can't feel it.

"Hehe, why bother to get angry, Madam, if you don't see her, you can see her. Anyway, you remember, she is sick, and you have already been to Huayun Palace with your things, so you won't leave any words in others' mouths. If you do this Just go up."

Ye Henzhe's indifferent expression filled his evil and devilish face, his legs were still upturned, but his heart was full of distress and worry, Niyan'er was dying soon?It shouldn't be that serious, right?

Xia Jinran looked happy, and got off the imperial concubine's couch happily, twisting the water snake's waist, walked up to Ye Henzhe with lotus steps, and said delicately: "What your highness said is that the thousand-year-old ginseng chosen by my concubine is a rare treasure. , it seems that she, Ni Yaner, has no luck."

Ye Henzhe glanced at Xia Jinran with a half-smile, got up abruptly, and went out again expressionlessly, leaving the confused Xia Jinran stunned.

After Ye Henyu came back from the imperial study, he hurried to the bedroom. He was thinking about Zhou Sijing all morning, and he didn't know how her injury was.

"Your Highness." Ningxiang and Zhilan were both blessed, Ye Henyu hurriedly waved his sleeves, and asked anxiously: "How is Jing'er? Are you awake?"

"Return to Your Highness, the princess has not woken up yet." Ning Xiang frowned slightly, and replied with some worry, it has been a morning, and the princess still hasn't woken up, she also felt a little strange.

"Oh!" Ye Henyu nodded, and walked slowly to the bed with his lips tightly pressed.

Zhou Sijing was still lying motionless, her complexion was much better than when he saw it in the morning, she was relieved, I believe she will wake up soon.

"Ningxiang, order the Imperial Dining Room to make some bird's nest porridge." Ye Henyu called softly, when Jing'er woke up, she would definitely be very hungry.

"Yes, Your Highness." Behind Ning Xiangfu, she quietly waved to Zhilan again, Zhilan understood, and the two quietly exited the door of the bedroom.

The luxurious bedroom was suddenly silent, only a faint sunlight shone into the window lattice beside it, and there was also a gentle breeze, blowing the purple gauze curtains of the buddha, forming beautiful arcs one after another.

Ye Henyu sat on the edge of the bed, his warm black eyes overflowing with tenderness.

Stretching out his hand, he stroked the few strands of hair on Zhou Sijing's cheeks. The smooth touch made his heart tremble, and a charming smile could not help but appear on the edge of his sexy thin lips.

Gently grabbed Zhou Sijing's slender hand, handed it to her lips and pressed a light kiss, muttering to herself: "Jing'er, wake up quickly, okay? I promise you, when you recover, I will bring you You go out of the palace, let you have a good time."

It was this outing that made Ye Henyu understand that Zhou Sijing is a woman who likes to live freely, and her nature should be lively and cheerful, but there seems to be some secret hidden in her heart, which prevents her from fully opening her heart. him?Was he restricting her freedom?Is it his fault to imprison her in this palace like a canary?But, how could he be willing to let go?

While Ye Henyu was thinking in a trance, Zhou Sijing on the bed had faintly woke up.

The eyelashes fluttered slightly, like butterfly wings fluttering, and then, the eyes that were as bright as stars slowly opened, not dim at all, as black, bright and charming as ever.

"Jing'er." Ye Henyu exhaled excitedly, his deep black eyes were released like brilliant fireworks, and his cold and handsome face was full of unspeakable excitement and surging.

"Yehenyu." Zhou Sijing looked at Yehenyu weakly, looking into the abyss, the intoxicating tenderness in the dark eyes, the warm feeling immediately swept the whole body, obviously feeling that he had already shouted. He made a sound, but his throat was hoarse and piercing, more like a fire burning, dry and weak.

"Hush! Jing'er, are you thirsty? Wait a minute, I'll pour you some water."

Ye Henyu stared at Zhou Sijing with incomparable tenderness, poured a glass of water quickly, then carefully lifted Zhou Sijing up, leaned in his arms, and carefully fed her water.

The cool liquid slid through the dry throat and overflowed to the limp limbs. Zhou Sijing suddenly felt much more comfortable and had some strength.

(End of this chapter)