Rebirth of Qing Xin Fu Yan

Zhao Ziyan opened his eyes, obviously a little surprised. Fu Yanqing gave a wry smile: "But when I saw you...I was a little shaken."

"I... let you down?" Zhao Ziyan said lowly.

Fu Yanqing shook her head: "No, An'er, you...you don't like that place, that location, you won't like it, I am too selfish."

The sound of An'er made Zhao Ziyan's eyes brighten, and he couldn't hide his joy and said: "You are willing to recognize me!"

Fu Yanqing looked at her happy look completely different from the previous one, and couldn't help but soften in her heart, and said a little helplessly: "You know it, I don't recognize it, what's the point?"

Zhao Ziyan laughed in a low voice, but then coughed fiercely while covering his heart.

Fu Yanqing's face changed slightly, and she hurriedly got up to give her a smooth back. As soon as she touched her clothes, her heart suddenly tightened. The clothes on this person's body had long been wet with sweat!

"Where are you uncomfortable, why are you sweating so much?" At this time, the eagerness in her words could not be concealed.

Zhao Ziyan looked tired, and waved his hand: "It's just that I'm sick. I haven't been so sick for a long time. My body is cold and hot, and I feel tight."

Fu Yanqing hurriedly helped her to lie down on the bed: "It's because of me that I know you are sick, and I told you so much." After that, he went to the table and poured water on, and helped Zhao Ziyan to let her drink.

"I'm fine, I have taken medicine before, so I can sleep after a while."

Fu Yanqing frowned and said, "Is your person outside the house?"

Zhao Ziyan nodded, seeing Fu Yanqing about to get up, she reached out and grabbed her. She really couldn't stand it anymore, and whispered in a bewildered voice: "You don't have to worry about whether I don't like that position. If the emperor fails, I will definitely fight for that position. To me, there is nothing like impossible. It's even more unbearable to protect the people around you." Even if the bone-wrenching pain is over, there is always an end to it, but when it is lost, it is endless. Mother concubine, Aunt Mu, and Fu Yanqing could only watch them leave her world. This time, absolutely not.

After hearing this, Fu Yanqing was a little silent, and she stood up after a while, opened the door and knocked slightly.

A sunspot woman quietly rushed over.

"Your Royal Highness has a fever, come with a basin of hot water."

The woman nodded and turned to hide.

When Fu Yanqing took the hot water and walked into the bedroom, Zhao Ziyan was already asleep with his eyebrows twisted. The hair on his forehead was wet and clinging to his face messily, looking weak and pitiful.

Fu Yanqing whispered to her, and sighed when she saw that she didn't respond. It's just that Zhao Ziyan was sweating, and his clothes were soaked. How could it be comfortable to fall asleep like this. But looking at her uncomfortable appearance, she couldn't bear to wake her up.

Twisting the kerchief to wipe off the sweat on her forehead, she lowered her head and hesitated for a moment, thinking that she had prevented the injury that she had wanted to inspect before, and she looked upright and pointed her fingers to the belt of Zhao Ziyan's shirt.

Without the shackles of the laces, the thin coat could no longer conceal the young body hidden underneath. A piece of slender and flat waist was fully exposed, the white and delicate collarbone, and the beautiful arc that seemed to be visible, made Fu Yanqing, who had been fortunate to get a close look at the whole picture before, turned her head uncomfortably, and her calm face was a little red.

She lowered her eyelids slightly, and Fu Yanqing picked up the towel and quickly wiped her body. Her fingertips occasionally touched the warm and delicate skin, dizzying a thin layer of sweat, as if touching the good agar, which made Fu Yanqing the first time in so many years. What do you feel embarrassing?

Taking the prepared clean clothes and putting them on for her, Zhao Ziyan fell asleep deeply, and so much trouble was just relying on Fu Yanqing's motionlessness to let Fu Yanqing breathe a sigh of relief. Only after changing her clothes, she became more and more puzzled. Zhao Ziyan was indeed not injured, except for the unhealed sword wound last time, nor was there any bruising. But she didn't believe Zhao Ziyan's illness, her eyes twisted lightly, and her eyes fell on Zhao Ziyan's hands that had been covering her heart. She just changed her clothes. She twisted her clothes like this, so where did it hurt so much? What did Zhao Mojian do to her?

However, Zhao Ziyan was obviously reluctant to tell her, Fu Yanqing was worried, but he was helpless. Seeing her still trembling, I had to knead her whole muscles and bones for her, and then carefully used some internal forces to make her more comfortable. After guarding Zhao Ziyan in the middle of the night, they were worried for fear of falling sound, so Fu Yanqing had to leave. When he saw the incense burner in the room, he lighted the soothing incense, and then quietly left.

When I returned to Xue's Mansion Already, none of the people fell asleep. When they saw Fu Yanqing, they breathed a sigh of relief and said anxiously: "Master, are you okay?"

"Sorry, I'm worried about you. I'm fine, but I just went to meet an old friend. It's so late, so hurry up and rest."

"Let's let people follow." Silent left a word aside, and then stepped back.

"Although the master is wrong, Master Silent is too cold." Luo Yin wrinkled his nose, dissatisfied.

"It's not the first time you know his temperament. Go to bed." Fu Yanqing smiled slightly.

"Yes."

Sitting in the room, Fu Yanqing rubbed her forehead, thinking of Zhao Ziyan, and thinking that what she got this time was not a real parchment roll. Emperor Jing could not last long. If he did not act as soon as possible, with the power of the Xiao family, the emperor would most likely fall into the hands of Zhao Mojian.

However, thinking about Emperor Jing’s temperament, Fu Yanqing squinted his eyes. He is not only suspicious of the Southwest Palace. If the power in the Xiao family is exposed, even if Emperor Jing has the heart to say that he is located in Zhao Mojian, he must first weaken the Xiao family. . It is not an exception that foreign relatives do politics and harm the emperor's power.

Maybe, they had to make them feel guilty first. Looking at the half of the scroll in his hand, Fu Yanqing smiled slightly. It seems that Zhao Mojian is planning to eat the Yongdi treasure privately, which is so good.

After thinking about it all night, Fu Yanqing had a plan in mind, and when she got up the next day, Xue Heng rushed to the other hospital.

"Little Jiner!"

Fu Yanqing bowed slightly and said a little bit amused: "Uncle Xue, why are you so happy? Could it be a happy event?"

Xue Heng stared, "Where do I have a happy event? I am teasing you Uncle Xue again!"

Fu Yanqing lowered her head and pursed her lips and chuckled as she listened to Xue Heng said, "Well, I didn't tell you yesterday. My house is full of rough old men. Letting you live here is afraid of wronging you, and it is not very convenient to do things in the future. No, let my nephew find out if there are any good houses in the capital. It really made the kid find a great place."

"Trouble Uncle Xue, I don't know where it is?"

Xue Heng waved his hand: "No trouble, it's on the south street of the capital, the location is very good. It was originally the mansion of a wealthy businessman named Xuan. It happened that he had an urgent matter to leave Beijing, so he sold it. There are many princes and ministers in the imperial court. It’s convenient to be around and observe some things."

Fu Yanqing nodded: "It's so good." South? Zhao Ziyan seems to live there.

Xue Heng seems to be a vulgar person, but in fact he is thoughtful, and he is afraid that such a mansion is also carefully ordered by him.

Xue Heng paused after speaking, and said in a low voice, "One more thing, you must be satisfied!"

Fu Yanqing raised her eyebrows when he saw him selling off the hook, "Oh, what else?"

"Didn't you say that you are very optimistic about that Highness? Before, she was given a mansion by Jinshang, and she was next door to that mansion!"

Fu Yanqing was taken aback, what a coincidence?

Seeing her appearance, Xue Heng grinned and said, "In the future, if you have something, you can meet at night. It's not wonderful if you don't know it."

Fu Yanqing twitched the corners of her mouth slightly. It was indeed very wonderful. She had just sneaked away yesterday, but she always felt that what Xue Heng said was very subtle. What do they mean if they have something?

"I don't know when you can move in?"

"They left in a hurry, and they were far away. The furniture and other items are all complete, and I will let the kid do it for you. If you want, you can move in today."

"Well, it's okay, otherwise I'm afraid that I will let the interested people pay attention to it, and it will be right and wrong in the future. By the way, Uncle Xue, I have to trouble you with what happened yesterday."

Xue Heng shook his head: "What are you polite to uncle? Tomorrow will be Mu Xiu. I happen to be discussing matters with Master Zhongshu, and I will try one or two later. But, Xiao Jin'er, will you use this face to show others in the future?"

Xue Heng was a little distressed. The child was sent to the palace since he was a child. He was afraid that his majesty would be aware of his personal relationship with the Southwest Palace. He never dared to pay too much attention to it, but he also knew that she had a bad life. Now he can only change his head, abandon his identity, and earn a living for the Southwest Palace in this land of tigers and wolves.

Fu Yanqing stroked her face slightly, and chuckled: "Uncle Xue, Fu Yanqing has already turned to dust six years ago. Isn't Su Jin pretty good now? In addition to identity, I have everything that Fu Yanqing has, and I also have what she doesn't have. Yes, there is nothing wrong with it. Besides, even though the identity cannot be restored in the future, it is true that it can be restored."

Xue Heng's eyes were full of admiration. It was really good, but at a young age, he was able to show up like this.

After that, the carriage departed from Xue Mansion and headed towards South Street. Xue Heng assigned a few of his own guards to Fu Yanqing and moved into the new mansion together as a writer. There are a lot of servants purchased, and they are very eye-catching along the way.

The carriage stopped, and some people in the surrounding area looked at the mighty team with curiosity. They talked in private, not knowing that the distinguished family member moved here.

Watching a young girl in blue slowly walk down from the carriage, she craned her neck to look around.

He is indeed very young, he is only twenty years old, he is dressed in aqua-blue dress and has a slim waist. An ink hair hangs down like a waterfall, and a white hair band is tied between the bun. Even though the appearance is not amazing, there is a cool and elegant temperament between the faint eyebrows and eyes.

"Master, here it is."

Fu Yanqing looked up at the exquisite plaque that had been replaced by the Su Mansion, slightly raised the corner of her mouth, and then glanced to the right. The house was still closed with its door, although it was elegant and elegant, it still showed a few strands. In a daze, a young man's voice sounded: "You take the liberty to ask, this is Miss Su?"

Fu Yanqing retracted his gaze and looked at the source of the sound faintly.

Fu Yanqing nodded slightly: "Exactly, the son is the nephew of Uncle Xue."

The man smiled warmly: "Exactly, Miss Su is so close to her uncle, so there is no need to be so polite. My name is Xue Qi, and you can just call my name."

Fu Yanqing didn't say much: "Call your name when you first see it, it's not in harmony with Li."

Xue Qi didn't mind: "I'm being reckless. Miss Su first took a look at the inner setting. I found it in a hurry. I don't know if it suits my mind."

After all, he took Fu Yanqing and a few people around in the house. He knew the contrast very well, and all the layouts and purposes were precious.

There is a garden in this mansion, the design and layout are very exquisite, the pavilion and the water flow are all exquisite, it seems that the owner spent a lot of thought at the beginning, it is no wonder that the asking price is so high.

"Miss Su, what do you think?" Xue Qi, you looked at Fu Yanqing with a smile on your face, but you were nervous.

Fu Yanqing smiled faintly: "Very well, I like it very much. Thank you, Master Xue, for bothering and bothering you."

Xue Qi had always looked faint when seeing her before, as if there was not much emotion. Although this smile was faint, it made her look very elegant as a whole with those glazed eyes. He is also considered a famous birthplace, and he has seen a lot of women. Everyone is well-known, talented and well-known, and there are many people with outstanding talents and appearances. However, it is rare to see such an inferior appearance and such an attractive temperament.

He looked at him in a daze, and Fu Yanqing didn't care. He just cast his eyes on the eaves that appeared outside the courtyard wall. As Xue Heng said, the night is very suitable...

Stopping his thoughts, Fu Yanqing bowed to Xue Heng: “I’m sorry that it took a lot of time for Mr. Xue today. There are still many things that need to be dealt with in the mansion. It is inconvenient to keep him. ."

Seeing that she was seeing off guests between the lines, Xue Heng was also very knowledgeable about current affairs, and he said nothing. Before, his uncle told him that the girl who came should take good care of her, and she should not be as frivolous as she used to be. He originally did his best out of respect for his uncle, but now seeing him is more interesting than he thought.

"Miss, that Young Master Xue has just been staring at you, is it unkind?" Luo Yin pursed his lips and muttered: "It's not that he is the nephew of Da Xue, how can he not be as decent as he is."

Silent stayed quietly and quietly, and when he saw this, it was rare to say: "It's bad intentions, so I don't know how bad it is."

Fu Yanqing glanced at him: "Uncle Xue trusts him, naturally it makes sense. At a young age, he is a member of the Sixth-Rank Northern Army Zhongcheng, and he has real talents. As for other things, don't care about it."

In any case, as long as it has nothing to do with her plan, then there is no need to bother.