The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

Yun Qianyue's body quivered slightly, and even his fingertips and every hair seemed to tremble with tremor. For a long time, she murmured, "Shang Qianbi falls Huang Quan..."

What is the latter sentence?

Is it life and death?

Rong Jing told her plainly that life and death promised each other, and he did not give up her anyway. Just when she was about to give up herself, Rong Jing still did not give up on her...

Suddenly she closed her eyes again, originally powerless, helpless, hopeless, decadent... seemed to be better.

Quietly in the house, there was wind blowing outside the window, and the open window blew a hint of orchid. The bead curtains fluttered and collided with each other, making a sound of dingdong dingdong. Her loose bun was blown away by the wind, and the blue silk flew, covering her cheeks, casting a light and shadow.

Her heart suddenly calmed down.

At this time, footsteps gently entered the courtyard, the footsteps were very familiar, and soon came to the door. The visitor seemed to glance inside through the bead curtain, and then walked in quietly and came to Yun Qianyue. Stopped and spoke softly, "Miss?"

"Well!" Yun Qiangyue responded.

"The boy named Luo Yu is now taken care of by the slave-servant and Yixue. Are you...would you ask him what? The slave-servant brought him?" Ling Lian asked in a low voice. Although she and Yixue hadn't been around for a long time, they still knew a little about her. At that time the little master gave her and Yi Xue the look that they wanted to watch the boy. There must be something to question or deal with the teenager.

"There's nothing to ask, don't bring it!" Yun Qianyue closed her eyes and opened it lazily, "You and Yixue sent him to Rongwang Mansion! Just give it to Rongjing!"

"Yes!" Ling Lian responded.

Yun Qianyue stopped talking. Maybe when she knew that it was a chemical reaction, she moved her thoughts to explore, but she finally dismissed the thought when she asked her what was the chemical reaction in the low voice of Shang Rongjing’s warm eyes. . Since you can't touch it, don't touch it!

"Miss, are you tired? Go to bed and rest! Now the sky outside is overcast and the clouds are gathering. The slave-in-law feels that there should be rain soon. Anyway, such a day can't do anything. You can sleep!" Ling Lian was about to leave, but Yun Qingyue's face was not very good, and her lips were slightly red and swollen, and her clothes were a little messy. The whole person could not speak the weak, like the bright young leaves, she was smart, naturally know What happened when she and Yixue were away, but did not ask, but said thoughtfully.

"Hmm!" Yun Qingyue nodded and stood up. Maybe because she sat too long, she planted herself on the ground.

Ling Lian immediately reached out to support her, and asked anxiously, "Miss, are you okay? Would you like a doctor?"

"No! It's just a little tired." Yun Qingyue shook her head, trying to make a step, her feet were stiff, and she didn't have strength. She whispered to Ling Lian: "You helped me to the bed."

Ling Lian responded and helped Yun Qingyue walk towards the bed. When she came to the bed, she was supported on the bed, squatted down, took off her shoes, helped her to lie down, and covered her with a quilt.

Yun Qianyue closed her eyes and said tiredly, "Go!"

"Should the slave-servant be here to accompany you and let Yixue go to Rongwang Mansion?" Stand still in front of the bed. Looking at her worriedly. Since coming to the lady for so long, she hasn't seen her like this, and it makes people distressed to see it.

"No! I'm fine. Just lie down for a while!" Yun Qianyue waved her hand.

Ling Lian saw Yun Qianyue insisted, and did not disobey her, nodded, tucked her, tucked her corner and walked to the door, walked to the door, and remembered that the window was not closed, came back to close the window, and dropped the curtain. Went out. As she stepped out, the door was closed from the outside. The wind wire floating outside was isolated.

The room was quiet, but Yun Qiangyue's mind was not calm. She did not understand why her heart was calm, but her brain was not calm. Does she think that the human brain can be separated from the heart? Isn’t what you think in your mind? Or is it not what you think in your mind? Those memories that had long been forgotten come from wave to wave. Those laughter and laughter, those who are fighting, those who are fighting side by side, those who are dead nine...replay like a movie.

For fifteen years, those who used to still look like yesterday are so clear. Even so clear that she can still remember Xiao Qi's eyebrows, his usual expression, and Qing Junxiu's figure. How to forget?

I don't know when, the brain has fallen into a mess. She seemed to fall asleep, and she didn't seem to fall asleep.

I don't know how long it took. She seemed to hear someone around, someone whispering anxiously to her, and someone pushing her. She was so tired that it took a lot of effort to open her eyes. I saw that Ling Lian and Yi Xue were standing in front of the bed, both looked at her with a panic and anxiety.

"Miss, are you awake? You are feverish, the slave-in-law will find you a doctor?" Ling Lian saw Yun Qianyue woke up and said anxiously.

"Yeah, the slave-servant went to find a doctor. You are really feverish. The slave-servant's medical skills are not deep, and they dare not open prescriptions." Yi Xue also quickly said.

Yun Qianyue opened her eyes for a while, and her eyelids were sour. She closed her eyes and responded dumbly.

Ling Lian seemed to let Yi Xue look after Yun Qiangyue, but ran out in a hurry.

Yun Qianyue wondered how long she hadn't gotten fever? Why did it suddenly get hot? But she only felt too tired and wanted to sleep, but she couldn't sleep too much. She only felt her head sink, but she didn't feel how hot or cold she was.

I didn't know how long it was before someone in the house talked and someone came to give her a pulse. She felt a pair of cool hands placed on her wrists, which felt familiar. She felt as if trembling by the coolness, and not long after she took the hand away, she fell asleep again.

I don't know how long it has passed. It seems that someone lifted her and reached out and patted her gently, the movement was a little gentle, the breath on her body was pure as snow, and her chaotic brain was a little sober. She opened her eyes again and reflected them. Her facial features are a little vague, she asked softly, "Rong Feng?"

"Huh!" Rong Feng responded with a soft tone. "You're stagnant on your chest, and you've accidentally got cold and anxious! It's a bit heavy. I've prescribed a prescription, and you'll feel better after taking the medicine. "

"Hmm!" Yun Qianyue responded confusedly, opening her eyes strenuously, trying to see Rong Feng's appearance, but she was given a dim film in front of her, so she gave up.

Rong Feng took the medicine bowl from Ling Lian's hand and placed it on Yun Qianyue's lips, and said softly, "Open your mouth!"

Yun Qianyue opened her mouth cooperatively.

Rong Feng controlled his strength and gently poured the potion into Yun Qianyue's mouth. Yun Qianyue drank very slowly, and he was also very patient. Until a bowl of medicine was finished, he handed the empty bowl to Ling Lian and took out Juanpa to wipe the corner of her mouth. Seeing her close her mouth, she handed the glass to her lips again, her tone softly, "Come, drink some more water."

"Don't drink anymore." Yun Qingyue shook her head, unable to speak. Feel like a circle of cotton wool, soft.

"It will be bitter in my mouth." Rong Feng said.

"It would be nice if I really felt bitter! I knew that this medicine must be very bitter, but I couldn't feel bitter!" Yun Qingyue shook her head again, as if trying to open the corner of her mouth, but couldn't laugh.

Rong Feng stunned, looking at Yun Qianyue.

Yun Qingyue no longer speaks, seems to be unconscious and generally goes to sleep.

"Since this is the case, don't drink it!" Rong Feng handed the glass to Ling Lian.

Ling Lian reached for the cup and looked at Yun Qingyue distressedly, thinking what happened to Jing Shizi and Miss? How could it be like this? Wasn’t it good until I returned to Asahi Pavilion today?

Rong Feng put Yun Qingyue down again, let her lie on the bed, watched her for a moment, and stood up.

"Rong Feng Shizi, do you want to stay here for a while? I'm afraid the lady is serious. Those doctors who are too great in the hospital won't let me believe." Ling Lian saw Rong Feng about to leave and hurriedly said that the relationship between her own lady and Rong Feng People who are in the Red Pavilion naturally know it. Otherwise, he wouldn't go to see a doctor, but would bring him after seeing Rong Feng.

"I'm not going to leave. I'll prescribe a prescription for her and fry another medicine. She probably hasn't been overheated for many years. This time the fever came too quickly. I'm afraid a medicine won't work." Rong Feng said.

Ling Lian nodded.

Rong Feng walked to the table, picked up the pen, just wrote a word, and suddenly stopped, said to Ling Lian: "You go to Rongwang Mansion! Probably Jing Shizi doesn't know about her fever. If he came, , Better than my medical skills, can make her better sooner."

"This..." Ling Lian glanced at the bed, hesitating.

"What's wrong?" Rong Feng asked.

"Jing Shizi must know! If he wanted to come, he would have come as early as you came. Now that he hasn't come, it must be no matter what the lady is. The slave-servant is afraid that I will go to Rongwang Mansion in vain, or you give me a prescription. Right!" Ling Lian said softly. During this period of time around Yunqianyue, she sensitively discovered that there was a master in the darkness of Qianyuege. The master's breath was extremely secret, and she did not know his hiding place. But he felt that person must be Jing Shizi. If this is the case, Jing Shizi will surely get news of the girl's fever. It hasn't come yet, probably it won't come. In addition, when the young lady was going to the Sky Cliff last time, the three sons were robbed of Yi Rong halfway, this matter of the Qingyue Pavilion could not hide Jing Shizi.

Rong Feng nodded and did not speak, but apparently defaulted to Ling Lian's words and began to write a prescription.

Ling Lian stood by and waited. Not long after Rong Feng finished writing the prescription, she took it and walked away quickly.

Rong Feng put down the pen and turned to look at the bed, she seemed to sleep extremely unsteady. His brows are tight and his face is dull. From the expression on her face, you can see that there are countless things in her heart. It has been suppressed, but there has been some kind of breakthrough, and now it is coming out vigorously, and the consequence is that her body and spirit can't bear it, and it gets hot. His eyes were stained with distress, and he walked slowly to the bed. Seeing Yun Qianyue's hand curled outside the quilt, her nails have sneaked into the flesh. He reached out and took her hand and said to her, "Sleep! Don't think about anything. I'll be with you and get a good night's sleep."