Ugly Princess: The Second Marry of the Bloodthirsty Eighth Prince

Chapter 232

"Quick! Everyone can't be left behind. Everyone's hygiene must be cleaned up." Inside the room, Abi was leading a few maids to follow Xue Yi's instructions, washing hands and face with hot water in an orderly and quick manner. , The clothes are changed frequently every day, and then boiled in boiling water, disinfected and dried.

Everyone drank herbal soup, hoping to prevent the infection of the plague.

And there were no other people in the entire building of the inn, so this floor suddenly became much empty. For the sake of safety, Xue Yi and these women were not allowed to leave the inn for the time being.

"Princess, Shu'er has finally been quiet for a while, you go to rest first, I have prepared a bucket of hot water in the next room, let me take care of you to take a bath first." Abi walked over lightly, Xue Yi was just getting a pulse, and her face was a little tired, "No, I can do it by myself. I will lie down after taking a bath, and Shu'er will call me immediately if there is anything wrong."

"Oh, I remember."

Xueyi dragged his tired body to the next room, where a large wooden barrel was filled with hot water. The air was not like the faint floral fragrance in the past, but a refreshing herbal fragrance. Grass and other herbal decoctions.

Smelling the soothing herbal scent, the hot water drove away the fatigue all over the body, and also rolled up a sense of sleepiness.

As soon as his eyes and cheeks were closed, he fell into a deep sleep.

Whose palm is so warm, gently brushing her brow?

Slightly rough fingerprints gently parted her hair on her forehead, who is looking at her closely with scorching eyes?
Slowly opening his eyes, his face was covered with dense mist, and he slanted his lips with a smile, "So you drool in your dreams? Why didn't I notice it when I was in the palace?"

It seemed to be the same scene, Xue Yi suddenly thought that she had returned to the time when she first entered the palace with her relatives two years ago.

But this time she didn't panic, and gave Shangguan Chonglian a slight look: "I thought you'd grown up, but you're still the same as before."

"What was it like back then, and what is it like now?" He suddenly bent down and approached her.

Xue Yi hurriedly pushed him away: "Don't come close to me!" She shouted in a high-pitched voice, showing a trace of nervousness on her face. She wasn't worried about anything else, but she was worried that if she got the source of the disease from Shu'er on her body, she would be infected. To Shangguan Chonglian.

"You are not even afraid of giving medicine to Shu'er, how can I lose to you." He suddenly wanted to push her, and bent down even tighter.

"Because I'm afraid you will be infected." She raised her face and looked at him steadily through a trace of water mist. Her cheeks after taking a bath were full of charm, and she was even more moved by her sincere words. He was shocked, his eyes dimmed.

But because of Xue Yi's next words, his whole body was icy cold. "If you fall ill, what should my little sister do? She must be the saddest one."

"What about you?" he asked her hoarsely. "If I really die, will you be sad for me, girl?"

"No one wants to die, only to live hard. So, don't say the word death lightly, Zhonglian."

"I just want to know, if there is such a day, will you shed a tear for me? Will you be the saddest one?" His eyes are so deep that he can't see anything, only him I know what he is hoping for. "Forget it, Xiao Wang really doesn't want to see you cry, it will always remind me of your ugliest appearance." He smiled frivolously, and then he took his questioning with a single word, and returned to his usual unruly appearance.

He hugged his chest and pointed to the head of the bed, "I just came in to do something for Uncle Eighth Emperor."

Xue Yi frowned puzzled and looked in the direction of his finger, only to see a lantern made of thin paper hanging on the head of the bed.

I could hear Shangguan Chonglian saying in my ear: "Uncle Eight Emperors told me before leaving that you are afraid of the dark when you sleep at night, and the lights are too bright and you are prone to nightmares, so let me make this kind of lantern with three layers of thin paper for hanging. At your bedside. Girl, for this thing, I worked all night yesterday to finish it. When he arrived, he clapped his hands and threw this basket to me. "

Shangguan Chonglian spoke lightly and casually, but there was a moist luster in his eyes turned away.

He thought that he would never be able to compare with the Eighth Emperor Uncle in his life.

Probably only Xue Yi knew in her heart why she only drank this ladle of water to the end.

Shangguan Chonglian had already walked out of the guest room.

Xueyi stepped out of the bathtub, put on her clothes and came to the bed.

The light from the lantern was very warm and soft, not like the brightness of a red candle, nor the swaying of an oil lamp.It is just quiet, like a bright moon above the head, quietly exuding its own brilliance.

She remembered that she thought he was angry and left that night.

But when he woke up, there was such a lantern hanging on the bedside. It turned out that he was afraid that she would be afraid when he was not around.

I still remember him saying this over and over again: "Snow, where there is snow, there is me. With it to illuminate you, you will not lose your way. You will always return to my side"

She was lying on the bed, and she could see it when she raised her head. The circles of soft light seemed like Shangguan Fenglan's strong arms slowly encircling her, or his unparalleled face, smiling affectionately at her.

In the dead of night, she could no longer suppress the pain in her heart.

Looking at the lantern for a long time, I couldn't fall asleep.

He called out his name one after another, and a tear slipped into his temples.

Why, why, for three lives and three lives, she couldn't live with him!

Why is God so ruthless, why does it use misunderstanding and helplessness to separate them again and again!

She just loves him, and just wants to spend the rest of her life with him in this life and grow old together.

Only one life is good!
The heartache was like a net full of thorns, and the needles pierced her heart sharply. The pain was severe, numb, bitter, and boundless.
She took down the lantern, put it gently in front of her eyes, and curled up like this, imagining that he was by her side all the time, so that she could sleep peacefully.
(End of this chapter)