A delicate green plum dressed as a traitor

Chapter 67 First Meeting
"Boom."

This time the movement from the small courtyard seemed to be even louder, accompanied by some small groans.

It seemed to be the sound of human pain.

The sunlight shone through the green leaves of the branches and shone on Qinglian's slender face. It was a bit strong but not glaring. There must be someone sick inside. The little body turned her head and stretched her head between the doors to look into the courtyard.

It was completely desolate, with a few flowers and plants planted alone, which were already half-withered, and the small pine tree was half-dead. The courtyard inside was quite large, and the sound seemed to be coming from the innermost room!

By chance, he stepped on the embroidered shoes and walked inside.

"Hello, is there anyone? You can say something if someone has someone." This time, the soft voice was tinged with fear.

Walking to the door of the big room, it should be this one, but she was not sure, so she stretched out her hand and pushed the door, and with a "squeak", the door opened.

The room was tidy and tidy, with curtains of purple checked pattern, white walls, and a bronze mirror with rhombic flowers. Wait for the four treasures of the study.

The whole room exudes a low-key and luxurious atmosphere.

Lying on the ground was a man in a moon-white brocade robe. His hair was tied up with a bamboo hairpin and his waist was tied with a jade belt.At this moment, he frowned slightly, as if he had passed out, with an uncomfortable look on his face.

"My son, what's the matter with you? Are you sick?"

He knelt down and patted his face lightly with his slender hands.

Obviously, the fainted man had no way of replying to her.

Turning his eyes, he saw a half-opened porcelain bottle of medicine in his hand, could it be medicine?
He got up and poured some water on the table, poured out some of the small balls in the bottle, and fed him to swallow with the water. While hesitating whether to help him find a doctor, the handsome man's pale complexion improved a little, not so much. pale.

Seven-year-old Qinglian couldn't bear this man at all, and she was sleeping on the ground uncleanly. After much deliberation, she took the pillow off the bed and put his head on it!

She touched his temples with her little hands and massaged him.

In the palace, when the nanny had a headache, she would press it like this, and the nanny would smile and say to her: "Princess presses it like that, and the old slave's head pain will stop immediately."

She had told the nanny that it was enough to call her by her first name, not the princess. After all, her identity was not respected and she was in name only.

The nanny would say solemnly: It is the thirteenth princess of my Daqing Dynasty, and the servants dare not cross the line.

Yes, in the eyes of the nanny and her little maid Chun Xing, she is their princess!
It's only been two days since I've been out, but I miss my nanny and Chun Xing a little bit.

Standing by the man's side, Qinglian's eyes were slightly red.

"Well."

A man's voice broke the silence of the hut, and pulled back Qinglian's thoughts. She looked at his face anxiously, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and said, "You're awake, don't wake me up again." I'm going to help you find a doctor."

She was as delicate as jade, and the anxious expression on her little face was completely gone.

This is what Pei Wanmu saw when he opened his eyes.

He was just now practicing inner strength and mentality, and he accidentally suffered a rebellion. As expected, he couldn't rush for success when he was practicing.

After this catastrophe, he also realized the mystery of this mental method.

But, where did this petite girl come from...

"Thank you girl, it's better, I can do it myself." Realizing that the little girl's hands were massaging his temples, Pei Wanmu struggled to get up.

(End of this chapter)