The reborn woman returns

Chapter 22

Xue Yan put his hands behind his back, his face was full of contempt.But the hands were clenched tightly where no one could see.With a sneer on his face, he said, "Your Highness is honest this time, tsk tsk."
Huo Hanyan suddenly felt an unbearable itching at the healed wound on her waist, as if there were thousands of ants crawling, her hands tightened to prevent herself from scratching, this feeling was really uncomfortable.Knowing that the current situation could not continue to wear on, Huo Hanyan raised her head, raised her hands and wiped her face, and quickly returned to her ashen-faced appearance.He didn't even look at the people in the room, but walked to the center of the room, and with Su Yan's support, he performed the formal etiquette of Qian Kingdom to Ling Jiangyu, "My lord, please allow Hanyan to leave."

"...Hanyan." When Huo Hanyan walked to the gate and passed Xue Yan, she heard a warm voice from inside the room.

Huo Hanyan and Su Yan stood on the spot, but they didn't turn around, they just stayed where they were.He just turned his head, "Did the lord have some orders?" The tone of the words was calm and breezy, but there was a little impatience.This princess is almost itching to death, if you have something to say, hurry up.

The unfamiliar title of "Prince" made Ling Jiangyu feel a little pain in his heart, he hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "I will...see you later."

Huo Hanyan's tone was extremely cold, "No need, Hanyan has not recovered from her serious injury and wants to rest." Frowning slightly behind her, Ling Jiangyu was fine with everything except one thing, and was too gentle with everyone.Sometimes this kind of gentleness is fatal to others.Huo Hanyan made her tone as indifferent as a stranger. "My lord's thoughts should be left to Miss Lin." After speaking, he walked away quickly without pausing, and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

Xue Yan looked at Huo Hanyan's leaving figure, turned around with a smile that was not a smile, and a bit of banter. "Ninth Prince, what is causing this trouble?"

Seeing that Ling Jiangyu was silent, Xue Yan sneered, with a bit of charm in his voice, looking at the courtyard from the corner of his eyes, that direction was Huo Hanyan's residence.

"Pear blossoms with rain and slight dew, and red silk warm tents meeting Xian'e. This beauty sheds tears in front of her bed, it is really heartbreaking~"

Ling Jiangyu curled up his index finger and slid on the table. Hearing Xue Yan's tone, he raised the corners of his lips, revealing a gentle smile from others. His voice was faint, but there was an inexplicable sound in the room. An atmosphere of tit-for-tat.After calling Ayu in to take Lin Shu away with a slightly swollen face, he sat down meaningfully and straightened the penholder that Huo Hanyan had upset just now. As for the inkstone on the ground, the waiter had already cleaned it up.

"Marquis Ningyuan's survey and relief work, is it going well? Brother Huang must pay more attention to this time when he returns to Beijing."

Xue Yan turned his head and glanced sideways at Ling Jiangyu who was sitting on the side. His words were extremely humble, but his posture and behavior were extremely arrogant.

"The power of a mere firefly, how can it compare to the prince."

He took Su Yan out of everyone's sight and walked out of the yard.Su Yan saw that her princess didn't go through the gate, but used lightness kung fu to jump over the wall, and ran in in a panic. The princess wouldn't do anything stupid, right?As a result, as soon as he entered the room, he saw the princess rummaging through boxes and cabinets, looking in unbearable pain.

"The county lord."

Huo Hanyan almost rummaged through all the boxes, but did not see any plaster. "Su Yan, where is the plaster you put on my wound last time?"

"Ah?" Su Yan was stunned, shouldn't the princess be sad about what happened just now?

Huo Hanyan puffed out her red eyes, feeling extremely wronged. "I'm itching to death." It is said that if the injured person cries, the wound will itch even more. I thought it was nonsense, but today... oh, it's so itchy.If it wasn't for the convenience after returning to Beijing, I wouldn't waste my tears to perform this farce.

Su Yan didn't react until he heard the word 'itch', and quickly ran over to take out the plaster from the small drawer beside the bed, helped Huo Hanyan take off his coat, and opened the waistband of his coat.Seeing Huo Hanyan looking for some small white spots around the slightly ferocious scar on his waist, some of them had been rubbed red by Huo Hanyan's unbearable wrist. He quickly opened the lid and applied the ointment, and the cold medicine penetrated in instantly. The touch of the fingers made Huo Hanyan's itch slowly subside, and she sighed comfortably. "Why are you hiding it so tightly?" Just now she rummaged through the box and the cabinet but couldn't find it, and it almost drove her crazy.

"Next time, I will prepare a few more boxes for the servant girl. Fortunately, the princess didn't catch it, otherwise there will be scars." Su Yan gently rubbed around the wound. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, and with the unique effect of this borneol cream, it should be It will not leave obvious marks.It is always a pity for a girl to leave scars, let alone the princess with icy muscles and bones.

Looking at the wound on her waist that had healed, she was a little dazed thinking about the scene at that time. She understood what Su Yan said, leaving scars in case her husband's family would not like it, but she knew that even if scars were left, her husband would only feel distressed. dislike.

Su Yan wiped it for a while, looked up to see that the princess was distracted, got up and fastened the clothes for her, hesitated for a moment and then asked softly: "Princess, the Ninth Prince..."

Huo Hanyan didn't seem to hear Su Yan's question, but just looked at the incense burner on the table, the winding smoke slowly floated up like silk threads. "Su Yan, do you know what it feels like to be attached to someone?"

"I don't know Su Yan." Su Yan shook his head.

"I didn't know before." Huo Hanyan lay on the bed with blurred eyes, avoiding Su Yan's sight beside her, with a bitter smile on her lips. "But by the time I knew it, it was too late."

Su Yan bowed her head in silence, Huo Hanyan didn't hear Su Yan's voice, instead she gradually fell asleep because the itching pain on her body disappeared.

(End of this chapter)