She is under a lot of pressure, and she is really afraid of running into someone like Cen Pingjun.

But then again, since he became an official in the court, Cen Yining has been very busy every day. Even if he entered the palace to meet him, he also abided by the etiquette, but he no longer flattered the lord and sought glory as before, and the two got along quite happily.

Zhou Yanqing pondered for a while: "What is Jiang Jun's personality?"

"This ......"

Yin Shao was about to answer, when he heard a string of footsteps.

The little eunuch in the imperial chamber walked in carrying a man wrapped in a thin quilt.

"The Emperor's ......"

The little eunuch rested the person on the dragon bed, and then knelt down to the emperor on his knees.

Zhou Yanqing: "......"

Yin Shao: "......"

Everyone is here, and she can't ask about those things in front of others, so she motioned for Yin Shao to step down.

After the scene was cleared, her face was full of discomfort, and she looked back at the person in the quilt.

By this time, the man had broken free from the quilt wrapped around him, and he sat up slowly.

Zhou Yanqing: "!!"

She saw the man's face and flickered for a moment.

This looks ...... Isn't it so pretty? It's no worse than asking!

And it's a different one entirely, and the character is a different type.

The temperament is like nine clouds, the skin is like the snow of the Tianshan Mountains, the beauty is like a fairy, and it is cold and self-clean.

It is like a fresh breeze, and it is like a clear stream like frost, snow and plum.

People can't help but feel a little ashamed of themselves in front of him.

Jiang Jianchen glanced at Zhou Yanqing, he suddenly covered his lips and coughed lightly.

It was a fair complexion, and there was a touch of sadness in the sky, but his expression was still cold and cold, as if he was a little cold.

He is very handsome, with gentle eyebrows, cool eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin pale lips.

Handsome, handsome, arrogant and dusty, like a touch of frost, chilling people's hearts.

Zhou Yanqing saw that he was coughing non-stop, so he picked up the water cup on the small table next to the bed: "Press it!"

She said.

But he only glanced at her calmly and indifferently.

After that, Wen Tun grabbed the quilt he had used to wrap around him and quietly moved to the other end of the solid core dragon bed.

He went down, covered himself with a blanket, and closed his eyes.

Zhou Yanqing holding a water cup: "........."

Beauty is really beautiful, but this cold is also really cold. When I looked at it, I had thorns and touched my hands!

Sure enough, it's better to ask!

This is the first night I'd like to ask!

And at this time, in the palace of Oyoi.

"Master, wake up, wake up?"

Fang Jue, a young man in gray, held a handkerchief and kept helping Liang Wenxi wipe the sweat on his face.

The clothes on the little fool's body were damp, his long hair was soaked with sweat, and his handsome face burned like a fire.

When he came back from Zichen Palace this morning, the little fool's body shook and he collapsed on Fang Jue's body on the spot.

Fang Jue was so frightened that he wanted to call the imperial doctor, but the little fool grabbed him: "No!"

The little fool had a straight face, but his voice was stern.

And so it went through the whole day.

The little fool stubbornly grabbed Fang Jue's hand, sometimes awake, sometimes unconscious, as if he was fighting with someone.

And when he was sober, he muttered Xiangxiang, wanting to help Xiangxiang avenge and kill ghosts......

As for when he was unconscious, he still held on to Fang Jue, as if he was afraid that Fang Jue would call the imperial doctor to alarm many people in the palace, and he was afraid that his incense would worry about him.

Fang Jue was anxious until the night was getting darker and darker.

Liang Wenxi sobered up a little, he opened his eyes tiredly, but his eyes were dull and blank.

"I want him dead!"

"I want him dead!"

He was fascinated and muttered, with no gleam in his eyes.