Prince, Don't Come Over

The young man knelt down in front of the white browed Taoist priest and handed the letter to the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest slowly opened his eyes and looked at the letter in the young man's hand.

He stretched out his thin hand and took the letter from the boy's hand.

The letter is about Yue ziyue's injury and her recent stay in the palace.

The writer is Yue Nanchuan. Yue ziyue is in the palace. He doesn't know the situation.

At that time, I heard at the border that there was unique pollen on the sword, which could kill people. Although the royal family had medicine to cure it, the doctor said that the emperor might not be able to give the medicine to the king to save people.

After considering various factors, Yue Nanchuan wrote a letter to Yue ziyue's master, asking him to save people.

Lao Dao is not slow. Now that he can save people with Wang Ye's guarantee, he doesn't need to worry too much.

The royal family has their own medicine to save Yue ziyue. Besides, the Lord also said that he would save her, so they don't need to worry about it.

"Qin Yan, take the medicine and go to Yuncheng. Remember to see Ning'er. You can't come back until she is better." Lao Dao took out a bottle of powder from the drawer and handed it to Qin Yan.

Qin Yan took it and replied respectfully, "yes, master."

"Go down the mountain quickly." After the old man explained, he continued to meditate,

Qin Yan picked up his things, took the medicine given by the master, went down the mountain and went straight to the Lord's house.

Yan MuQing brought back xianhun powder, which was applied on Yue ziyue's wound by the royal doctor. Yue ziyue had been lying on the bed for several days and didn't wake up.

Yan MuQing came to see her every day. The royal doctor said that the wound was healing, and it was only in these two days that she could wake up.

At night, Yan MuQing is still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Yue ziyue's pale face, thinking about her mind.

I don't understand that this stupid guy can block the sword by himself. Forget it, the medicine he asked for for her from the emperor's brother will be regarded as a friendship he gave her back!

"Hum, you are usually arrogant and domineering. You don't look like a servant at all. How can you lie in bed for so long? Get up and make trouble quickly."

Yan MuQing murmurs to Yue ziyue lying on the bed.

Yue ziyue's hand slips out of the quilt. Yan MuQing thinks of Yue Nanchuan and says that she is afraid of cold.

He got up and went to Yue ziyue's side, put her hand back in the quilt, and helped her to tuck in the corner of the quilt. It seems that the smelly boy is really pretty.

If he is a woman, I'm afraid he has the appearance of a beautiful country and a beautiful city.

It's a pity that his character, like a cat who has never been disciplined, can't be tamed. If he is a woman, he doesn't look like a lady.

Yan MuQing lost his mind, a "water" on the bed called his God back.

He looked down at Yue ziyue and woke up. He immediately asked someone to call the imperial doctor to come to check and let the servant girl Haosheng wait on him.

After a long night, Yue ziyue gradually came to her senses, but she was still very weak.

She reluctantly leaned on the bed, looking at Yan MuQing standing beside the bed safe, pale face pulled out a smile.

"It seems that our Lord is really lucky." She said the words feebly.

Yan MuQing, with her hands behind her, looked at the person on the bed who was very difficult to speak, and sneered: "you really talk a lot. Even in this case, you still don't forget to mock me!"

"Maybe the Lord and I were born against each other!"

"No, you saved me. Do you want me to owe you all my life?"

When Yan MuQing said this, he knew that there was a trace of emotion in his heart, but Yue ziyue was a man. How could he change his hobby because he saved his life.

Yue ziyue heard that Yan MuQing was asking for medicine in the palace, and it was the first time that the prince asked the emperor for help.

"The LORD saved my life. How can I be in debt? I have to thank him."

"Hum, I just think it's boring to be alone. If you die, no one will be as busy in the palace as before." Yan MuQing is a man of duplicity.

"Ha, really? It's still a small honor."

After this, Yue ziyue did not fight with Yan MuQing as before, but followed his words.

This let Yan MuQing is not used to, he tossed sleeve, leave a good life, rest left.

Yue ziyue thinks about why she went to file the sword and who changed her clothes when she was injured. What should she do if she reveals her identity.

She looked down at her clothes, but she hadn't changed them for days.

Because of the injury, her Yan MuQing is afraid of her pain, no one has touched her, so no one will find her identity.

She smelled herself a little smelly and asked her maid to fetch her a bucket of water. She planned to take a bath and change clothes.

Still very weak, she climbed into the bucket and enjoyed a moment of comfort.

Originally, it was said in Yuncheng that the eighth prince had an accident on the way to deliver the frontier darts. Later, the eighth prince went to the palace to ask the emperor for the immortal soul left by the former queen. The story spread all over the streets, and only a small entourage in the eighth Prince's house was saved.It seems that this follower's heart is deep. Most people say that the eighth Prince turns his love for women into his hobby of Longyang.

The news of Yue ziyue's injury naturally comes to Dai Han's ears.

Dai Han is embroidering in the hospital. Chunrong rushes back to the house from the outside. Seeing her leisurely, she hesitates to tell her about Yue ziyue's injury.

Daihan see Chunrong a pair of impatient appearance, can't help but want to ask export, but don't wait for her mouth, Chunrong still can't help.

"Miss!"

"What's the matter?" Dai Han stops her embroidery and looks at Chun Rong with a sad face.

Yue ziyue is Dai Han's sweetheart. If you let her know, what will happen?

Chunrong's hesitant attitude makes daihan worried.

"What happened?" Dai Han asked.

"A few days ago, the LORD came back from the border with his escort."

Dai Han, who hasn't been out for many days, gets excited when she hears the news, which means Yue ziyue is back.

"That young master Yue should also come back!"

Seeing that daihan's attitude is so excited, Chunrong doesn't know how to go on. She just nods, and her face is still dignified.

"What's the matter with you, Chun Rong? Is there something you can't say?"

"Miss, have you heard the rumor in the street that the king asked for medicine like the emperor?"

Dai Han shook his head, "never heard of it."

"The Lord asked the emperor for the immortal soul powder left by the empress of that year, in order to cure the sword wound for his personal entourage." As soon as Chunrong's voice falls, Dai Han's head explodes. She can't hear what Dai Han says.

She only remembers that Yue ziyue told her at that time that she was a personal attendant in the Lord's house, and there were only a few personal attendants.

On that day, only Yue ziyue and the bodyguard that the Lord took with him all the year round were there. The bodyguard heard that he was very skilled and would not be hurt.

Only Yue ziyue is left.