Clear and Muddy Loss of Love

Ask what the world is, and teach life and death.

Qiu Ju was born in Nangong Palace. At the age of eight, she was sent to serve with Nangong Su Nu, and at the age of twelve she was sent to Nangong Jing Nv.

Nangong Jingnv was just a baby girl in the middle of her year. Qiuju watched Nangong Jingnv grow up.

In Qiuju's heart: Although Nangong Jingnu treats people with kindness and tolerance, the inherent nobility will not be changed by anyone.

Only recently Qiuju changed this idea.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival feast, Ma Ye was ill. The illness was fierce, and people who had been fine the day before said they fell down.

He was carried out of the study, and the people in the government were frightened.

Qiu Ju saw for the first time that His Highness cares about a person so much.

Lord Ma was unconscious, His Royal Highness was noble, and he was by the bed without a doubt.

When handing the cloth, Qiuju saw her Highness crying silently.

His Royal Highness didn't cry, but he never cried in front of them.

Whenever they encounter sadness, they will shut themselves in the dorm. If they can't persuade them, they will go to His Royal Highness.

But that day, Her Royal Highness was holding her hand, and she wept quietly ...

Qiuju was shocked and knelt to the side of Nangong Jingnv, putting Jingbu with her hands over her head: "Please take care of your body."

Nangong Jingnu asked in amazement: "What's wrong?"

"Your Highness, wipe it."

Nangong Jingnv reacted for a while, and wiped her face with her other hand. The disappointed whispered, "Why is this palace crying?"

Qiuju was so distressed by these simple words, she advised: "His Royal Highness, slaves go into the palace for a trip. Please see the doctor?"

But Nangong Jingnv replied softly: "Qi Yan said he didn't want to see the doctor ..."

Qiuju lost her etiquette in front of her host for the first time, and she looked at Nangong Jingnu with a stunned look, only to return to her senses.

It turned out that His Highness, who was high above him, would let down the most expensive to accommodate, even obeying one's words.

She couldn't help but glance at Qi Yan: What magical power is there in this person?

"His Royal Highness, please ask the Royal Doctor to take care of it."

Nangong Jingnu thought for a long time and agreed.

It was no surprise that Ding Hui received the notification. Nangong let Xinna accept a prairie beauty, and the concubine sealed the concubine the next day. The whole palace knew this ...

Qi Yan's character is not sick, but he feels weird. That person seems to have only revenge in his heart, but in fact he has a very clear mind.

Ding Yan sighed softly, and came to the Princess Princess House with his medicine chest on his back.

When he saw Qi Yan, Ding Yan's heart trembled.

"Do you need to avoid it?" Nangong Jingnv asked.

Ding Yan shook his head: Qi Yan's state at the moment could not communicate at all.

He knelt by the bed, cut his pulse, and the diagnosis was as expected, with a heart attack.

Ding Yan took out a pill with a fragrant smell and stuffed it into Qi Yan's mouth. This is a medicine to restrain nightmares.

"What do you feed the bridle?"

"Anshen Pill, Master Ma's body is losing too much. This pill can help her sleep well."

"What does it mean to lose too much? Is it not enough to eat?"

"No, Ye Maye's losses are inherently inadequate. His Royal Highness does not need to worry too much. The minister will open the prescription and cooperate with food supplements for a while, and he can recover after resting for a while."

Nangong Jingnv said worriedly: "He ... said that he felt a tingling ache in his heart before he passed out, and sweated a lot. After waking up a few times, he fell asleep again without saying a few words ..."

Ding Wei thought for a moment: "So, from tomorrow on, Chen Yi will give a needle for the horse master once a day, and it will be effective after seven days."

"Let Qiuju take you to the treasury. There are many rare and precious medicinal materials in this palace. You should use more."

Ding Yi explained: "Ye Ma Ye's body is so inexhaustible that the use of medicinal materials that are too strong is not beautiful. His Royal Highness is assured that Wei Chen will be able to condition his body in three to five years."

"Thank you so much."

"Weichen retired."

...

When he left the princess palace, Ding Hui pressed his chest.

Inside is a portrait: the owner sent a wanted warrant retrieved from Luobei. Pictured above is the leader of the uprising, "Begyan Agula," and the owner asked him to find a chance to ask Qi Yan if he knew the person.

But now that this person is ill, Ding Yan really can't bear to stimulate her again.

Although the owner is pressing hard, be punished.

Qi Yan slept all day and night. Thanks to Anshen Pill, she did not have nightmares.

It was noon when waking up, and the first person to see was Nangong Jingnu.

She also wore the gown she had seen before her coma, and fell asleep on the bed rail.

"His Royal Highness?"

Nangong Jingnu suddenly opened her eyes and cried in surprise: "Are you awake? Is there any discomfort?"

Qi Yan sat up with her body supported, and looked at the sky outside: "How long have you slept?"

Nangong Jingnu's eyes were red: "You scared my palace."

"Chin ... have slept a long time?"

"You've been unconscious for a day and night, if the royal doctor said you were okay ..." Nangong Jingnv choked and stopped.

Qi Yan's heart again felt a slight tingling, and she wondered if there was really something wrong with her body.

The bed was spacious and there was a wide distance between the two.

Qi Yan sat on the bed kneeling and leaned forward to barely touch Nangong Jingnv's face.

Griefing at the bloodshot eyes of Nangong Jingnv, she wiped away her tears.

If, if you are not the daughter of Nangong family, how good?

"Don't cry, Your Highness will be distressed." Qi Yan felt surprised when she said this. Was this gentle tone really spoken by herself?

Nangong Jingnv made two sounds: "Then do you know ... How hard is this day and night? This palace can't help anything, just look at it. If you feel uncomfortable, just say it. Suddenly it fell down like this about you……"

Nangong Jingnv suddenly rushed up and both fell to the bed.

Nangong Jingnu pressed on Qi Yan, took a bite on her shoulder, and said indignantly: "Although the Weiming Palace has been burned, there are countless valuable medicinal materials in the treasury of the foreign government! This palace will also ask the father in person. No matter whether you are physically deficient or have any serious illness, this palace must heal you! "

For the first time, the two hugged each other in this position. They felt that Nangong Jing's increasingly exquisite curves were embracing their chests, and Qi Yan's heart burst into a strange shape. After the pain in the place where her shoulders had been bitten, there was a numbness feel……

Qi Yan cleared her throat, and then heard Nangong Jingnu muttered, "This palace doesn't want you to be okay."

For a moment, Qi Yan's heart was blank, as if he had forgotten everything.

Nangong Jingnv's chin pressed against Qi Yan's chest and looked up at her: "Why not talk? Is it uncomfortable again?"

Qi Yan looked at Nangong Jingnv's pear flower with rain, and a suspicious ruddy spewed from her cheeks: "His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness is too breathless."

Nangong Jingnu raised her upper body and sat across Qi Yan's body: "Are you okay?"

"Ah! The slave didn't see anything!" Xia He yelled and went out holding the tray.

She had just asked outside the door, but no one answered for a long time.

Sister Qiuju said that Her Royal Highness might be too tired to fall asleep, so let her come in with porridge to see the result and saw Her Highness and the horse ...

Well, His Royal Highness pressed the horse.

"Ah!" Nangong Jingnu rolled her face to Qi Yan and lay down: "Who came in just now!"

Qi Yan licked her lips: "I didn't see clearly ..."

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

"His Royal Highness, Xia He, the slave, came to deliver lunch to Her Highness."

Seeing that Nangong Jingnu didn't answer, Qi Yan sat up and shook her pleated shirt: "Come in."

Xia Hemai took a cautious step, and blushed into the dormitory and put the porridge on the table: "Slave unconsciously, Master Ma wakes up, so go to the kitchen and bring another bowl."

Nangong Jingnu stood up and asked, "Why don't you make a noise first when you come in?"

Xia He was very wronged: "The slave had reported it and thought that His Highness had fallen asleep and ventured in to see ..."

Nangong Jingnv was ashamed and annoyed: "You!"

"His Highness forgive sins!"

Qi Yan chuckled: "Sister Xia He will go down first, and I will bring some side dishes when I get tired."

"Yes."

...

In the evening, Nangong Jingnv didn't show up at Yushantang because she was too tired, but before she fell asleep, she specifically asked Qiuju to add a meat dish.

Qiu Ju was able to grasp the thoughts, and Lord Ma Ma woke up in high spirits.

Three days later, Ding Yan saw that Qi Yan was in stable condition.

Taking advantage of the needle, he took the portrait out of his arms: "The owner asked me to ask you if you can recognize the person in the portrait."

The three large red characters of "Wanted Order" are very eye-catching. A rough man is painted on it, with no hair on his head but a scar on his head.

The cheekbones are high, the eyes are fierce, and the features are tough.

The person's "worth" is written below: Gold is boundless.

Qi Yan only glanced briefly and said lightly, "This is the fake?"

"Well, do you know him?"

Qi Yan calmly looked at Ding Yan: "I don't know."

Ding Yan lowered his voice and asked, "Why is he posing as your name?"

Qi Yanxi laughed: "As the only prince in the plowing department, I still have some weight in the grassland people."

Ding Yan looked at Qi Yan, and tried hard to find waves from her face, with no results.

He folded the portrait into his arms and said, "I will report your answer truthfully to the host, but she believes it or not I don't know."

Qi Yan said coldly: "Why come to ask if you don't believe me?"

"You know the mind of the master, no matter how you answer her, you have your own decision."

Ding Yi left.

Qi Yan's fists tightened and tightened ...

Although more than ten years apart, she recognized the person in the portrait at a glance.

It was his own Anda: Gucci Bayan.

The scars on his head almost made Qi Yan dysfunctional, but she couldn't let Ding Yue see the clue anyway: her answer was not important. Master would definitely ask Ding Yue about her expression when she saw the portrait.

Bayin, you must hide it, do n’t let Master find you ...

You have paid too much for this way, just leave it to me.

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