Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 23 Chapter 32
"My maidservant remembers that Miss Seven had a high fever for a year, and later she used the petals of the cold crystal snow lotus in her mouth, and the fever subsided after a while."

"Cold crystal snow lotus?" Yan Qingcheng seemed to have never heard of such a thing in modern society. Could it be a kind of cold flower?

"Where is this kind of cold crystal snow lotus?"

"Go back to the princess, the cold crystal snow lotus, the young master has it."

Yan Qingcheng immediately got up and walked out after hearing the words. "Yunxi, take good care of him for me first, I'll be right back."

"Yes, county lord."

When Yan Qingcheng arrived at Yan Muyang's Xiuzhu residence, he happened to see Yan Muyang trying to stand up alone with a cane under the bamboo forest across the bridge from a distance.

It's just that after trying many times without success, Yan Muyang threw away the crutch angrily, and fell into the wheelchair decadently, frowning and staring at the two unconscious legs in a daze.

That expression is a silent struggle, do I really want to be a useless cripple for the rest of my life?
Yan Muyang, her elder brother Muyang, was the first person who treated her sincerely in this cold Yongding Hou Mansion.

When Ji Wenshuang wanted to freeze her to death, it was Yan Muyang who braved the snowy night and quietly gave her more than half of the silver charcoal in his room.

When encountering concubine sisters bullying, he stood in front of her and reprimanded them for her.

After leaving the mansion and getting lost, he was the one who worked tirelessly to find her in a dark alley.

He was the one who taught her how to ride a horse and how to shoot an arrow in private...

Those beautiful memories flowed slowly from my heart like flowing water.

It's just that the years have passed, like a yellowed photo, and the back is slowly estranged.

Probably—after that accident.

"Brother Mu Yang." Yan Qingcheng called out from afar.

Yan Muyang quickly collected his emotions, raised his head and tried to smile at Yan Qingcheng.

"Qingcheng? You're here..."

Yan Muyang seemed a little surprised by Yan Qingcheng's arrival. In his memory, Yan Qingcheng seemed to have never stepped into his Xiuzhu residence on his own initiative, and in recent years he even somewhat ignored the existence of his disabled brother in the mansion.

Yan Muyang turned the wheelchair to face Yan Qingcheng's direction, and watched the bright woman strolling in the sun, with a bright smile like a fairy descending from the earth, in a trance, Yan Muyang thought it was someone else.

When had his Qingcheng sister been so confident and willful?

In his impression, Qingcheng always seems to be weak and weak, hiding in a corner without saying a word, hoping that everyone can ignore her existence.

He didn't wake up until Yan Qingcheng walked across the bridge and stopped in front of him unknowingly.

"Qingcheng, what are you looking for me for?"

Yan Qingcheng smiled, and stuck out his tongue mischievously, "Could it be that you can't come to Brother Mu Yang if you have nothing to do?"

Yan Muyang was startled, he really hasn't been with Qingcheng for too long.

The only familiarity seems to have stayed a few years ago. At that time, he had healthy legs, sharp hands, extraordinary temperament, and a strong chest that a brother should have. , play all over the imperial capital.

Since when have they become strangers and alienated?

...About five years ago, he accidentally fell from his horse on the ground, and his legs were disabled.

Yan Muyang lowered his eyes, concealing the emotions in his eyes, heaved a sigh of relief, raised his head and smiled faintly.

"Qingcheng has never been to Xiuzhuju, so I am sure that you will go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything."

"Hehe, brother Mu Yang is still smart. I have something to ask brother Mu Yang, but before I talk about it, I want to go for a walk and chat with my brother."

While speaking, Yan Qingcheng naturally pushed Yan Muyang's wheelchair to walk.

Yan Muyang caught a glimpse of Yan Qingcheng's hands on the handles of the wheelchair, as sensitive as if he had been pricked by a hedgehog, his face became gloomy and he growled: "Don't push! No one is allowed to push! I have my own hands. .”

(End of this chapter)