Cold Prince, Love Tenderly

Xuanyuan Yiqing walks in the inner room and pauses. Then she thinks that she is her own princess. What can she worry about. Go to the bedside, looking at her sleeping still quiet elegant appearance, there is a kind of unspeakable taste in my heart.

"She slept all afternoon?" Xuanyuan Yiqing asked in a low voice.

"Yes." The ring son answered, but immediately discovered not appropriate. LAN Ruofei has never been sleepy. Why did she sleep all afternoon today?

Xuanyuan Yiqing frowned, approached her, lowered himself and touched her forehead with his hand. In the moment of feeling that she didn't have a fever, she was relieved. She just remembered that qingluan had just said that her throat was uncomfortable, and she still ordered“ Go out and get a doctor

Ring son should a, turn round a mansion to ask a doctor.

Xuanyuan Yiqing didn't mean to leave immediately, so he turned and pulled a chair to sit down. There is only a hollow screen between the inner room and the outer room, so Xuanyuan Yiqing can easily see the desks in the outer room and the rows of books on the shelves.

He got up and went to the outer room, stood on the shelf, took out a book, read it for a while, and then showed a smile. In my heart, I sighed: if I really live up to the name of talented women. After reaching for a few more books, Xuanyuan Yichen goes back to the inner room and sits down, looking at them slowly.

Xia YuYan's name as a talented woman is not groundless. She is good at strategy, but she is better at poetry. All the books Xuanyuan Yiqing has in hand are poems.

Xuanyuan Yiqing always likes to recite poems, write Fu and play the piano and the moon, so he doesn't feel tired of reading these books quietly.

Turn to a page and suddenly a piece of paper falls.

Xuanyuan Yiqing bends down and picks it up. It's a copy of Shangxie

Shangxie! I want to know you, long life without sorrow

Mountains without ridges, rivers exhausted,

Thunder and earthquake in winter, rain and snow in summer

But dare to be with you!

The technique of writing is extremely skillful, graceful and elegant, and it seems to be natural. Obviously, I've written it many times. I'm familiar with the poem and the style of writing.

Xuanyuan Yiqing looks at the woman on the bed and suddenly feels that he can't understand her. Seeing that she likes this song Shangxie so much, she must also be a man of love, which is not the same as those ordinary women who follow the so-called husband's singing and women's following. In her heart, she should have unlimited longing for love, even someone she loves deeply, but why is she so good to herself? Do you just want to be a wife?

The more he thinks about it, the more curious Xuanyuan Yiqing is about her. Now he can't help but want to approach her and explore what kind of woman she is.

Blue if imperial concubine seem to feel someone is looking at her, whimper, then slowly open eyes.

Xuanyuan Yiqing sees her open her eyes and quietly folds the paper into her sleeve.

"Awake?"

"Lord?" The blue if imperial concubine some can't believe ground open mouth.

Xuanyuan Yiqing listens to her dumb voice, turns around and offers her a glass of water.

Princess LAN Ruo takes the water, sips it and looks at Xuanyuan Yichen, "prince, you..."

Before she said anything, huan'er arrived with the doctor.

"I heard that you have a bad throat. Let the doctor show you." Xuanyuan Yiqing takes the cup in LAN Ruofei's hand and backs aside to watch the doctor diagnose her pulse.

The doctor came forward to feel the pulse, and after a while he stopped, "the princess is just cold, infected with cold, but it's not serious, and there's no fever. Cao min takes medicine several times, and the princess takes it on time. It won't take three days for her to recover. "

"Please, huan'er, take the doctor out." Blue if imperial concubine orders.

When huan'er sends the doctor out, only LAN Ruofei and Xuanyuan Yiqing are left in the room.

"Since you're OK, have a good rest. I'll go back first." Xuanyuan Yiqing doesn't know what to say to her.

"Lord." Xia Yuyan called him at the moment when he turned around, "why does the Lord think of qinglanju today?"

Xuanyuan Yi gave a clear step and replied, "I met qingluan in the garden today. She said you are not feeling well, so I stopped by to have a look."

"Is the Lord worried about me when he comes to see me, or is he just making up for the guilt in his heart?"

Xuanyuan Yiqing turned his back to her and didn't speak for a while.

"Well, it's my delusion." Blue if imperial concubine wry smile.

"You really... Don't have to do so much to me." Xuanyuan Yiqing hesitates and says it.

"What did the LORD say about last night?" LAN Ruofei finally understood why he came today, "the Lord doesn't have to think much, let alone feel that he owes me anything. What I do to Wang Ye is all the responsibility of my wife to her husband. I think Yan'er will do these things to Chen Wang. "

Xuanyuan Yiqing is silent again. Seeing huan'er coming back, he goes out.