The next day, Han Ling got up early in the morning, and Yin Ruochen's guy said yesterday that his throat was a little sore, so Han Ling asked the imperial doctor to quietly prescribe a few doses of medicine, and went to the kitchen early to ask the cooks to boil the medicine.

Just walked to a secluded turn.

"Ling'er." A warm and affectionate cry came.

Han Ling was taken aback, and when he looked back, he saw Miao Qingyang standing next to a dead tree looking at him and smiling.

Brother Qingyang, although Han Ling was surprised, he was also happy, and hurriedly walked up.

"Brother Qingyang, I'm on duty early in the morning!" Han Ling asked with a light smile as he approached.

"It's not." Miao Qingyang shook his head and said firmly, "I'm just here to wait for you." ”

Wait for me? Han Ling was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, and quickly came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Brother Qingyang, do you want to find Sister Hanliu?" In the past few days, the prince has not asked her to serve, she is very idle, and I will help you tell her when I go back. ”

"Ling'er, I'm standing here and waiting for you, I've been standing here for a few days, and I found that it is only possible to find you here." Miao Qingyang said with a slightly haggard face.

Is it? Han Ling was shocked, thinking that he was indeed with the prince day and night, and he really didn't have a chance to see Brother Qingyang, so he hurriedly asked, "Brother Qingyang, do you have anything to do with me?" "Of course." Miao Qingyang nodded and said solemnly: "Ling'er, I have been preparing for the past few days, and when I am ready, I will take you out of the palace." ”

Leaving the palace? Han Ling exclaimed, instantly lost his mind, how could he feel that this was so harsh?

"Ling'er, have you forgotten? And thou didst beg me to take thee out of the palace that day. Miao Qingyang looked at the surprise in Han Ling's eyes, and sighed in her heart, her expression seemed to have long forgotten about it, and she seemed to be happy, and a wisp of disappointment rose in her heart, but he just asked calmly.

Han Ling shook her head, and it took a long time to come back to her senses, and then she remembered that she had begged Brother Qingyang to help her escape from the palace before, and it seemed that it was not long ago.

"I remember." Han Ling snorted and said softly, "It's just"

Han Ling didn't know how to answer for a while, and suddenly heard that he was going to leave the palace, and there was an inexplicable melancholy and reluctance in his heart, what was wrong?

quickly figured out the situation, weighed it again, wasn't leaving the palace exactly what he was thinking about some time ago, and hurriedly asked, "Brother Qingyang, is it just these days?" "Right". Miao Qingyang nodded firmly, "I'm ready, I'll let you know when the time comes, you can wait for my news at any time." ”

"So, where?" Han Ling asked blankly, suddenly feeling that once he left the palace, he would be homeless!

"I've already arranged it outside, don't worry!" Miao Qingyang said with relief.

Han Ling couldn't find any reason to refuse for a while, but was stunned.

"What's wrong? Ling'er, don't you want to leave this palace? Miao Qingyang stared at her and asked seriously.

Han Ling opened her mouth, could she say that she had long forgotten the agreement between Jì and Miao Qingyang?

"Ling'er, your mother is still waiting for you in Qingxin Nunnery, don't you want to see your mother? Do you want your mother to stay in the Qingxin Nunnery and spend her old age like this? Miao Qingyang's voice gradually intensified, even with a hint of annoyance and nervousness.

Han Ling hurriedly shook his head and said, "That's not the case, okay, Brother Qingyang, I'll listen to you." ”

"Okay, you wait for my news." Miao Qingyang saw that Hanling nodded and agreed, a trace of joy flashed on his face, and he said happily.

Han Ling nodded blankly.

"Remember, something is waiting for me here, I will pass by here every day when I patrol the palace." After Miao Qingyang explained again and again, he left with confidence.

Han Ling looked at his departing back, standing dumbfounded, as if in a dream!

Walking all the way from the kitchen with the medicinal juice, there seemed to be countless deer in my heart, and I couldn't give up, but I couldn't tell why.

Yin Ruochen was lazily nestled on the bed, facing the chessboard, with handsome eyebrows slightly locked! He is a good chess player, and he rarely loses, but in the face of the endgame set by Han Ling, he loses again and again, which makes him puzzled!

The more I think about it, the more strange I become, the more strange I want to know, and it makes him restless!

"Lord Wang, the medicinal juice is here, drink it while it's hot!" Han Ling approached and said softly.

Medicinal juice, Yin Ruochen almost burst into laughter, he hasn't drunk this thing since a man is so big!

looked at Han Ling with a smile at the moment, and directly ignored the bowl of black whirring medicinal juice.

"Hurry! It's going to be cold after a while! Seeing that he was indifferent, Han Ling knew that he was reluctant to take medicine, so he had to urge.

"Do you think I'm a man who still needs to take these Rausch pills?" Yin Ruochen said disdainfully, as if Han Ling was holding poison in his hand.

Han Ling was almost angry, the medicinal juice she kindly brought was used by him as a poison for money and death!

In desperation, he had no choice but to put down the medicine and said angrily: "Lord Wang, who said that his throat hurt last night, how can people not get sick if they are not immortals, it is a matter of course to take medicine when they are sick, is there anything unseemly?" ”

Yin Ruochen saw Han Ling muttering and was unhappy, grinned, pulled her, and took advantage of the situation, Han Ling fell on the brocade quilt.

"If you tell the king about the game of chess, the king will drink the medicine." Yin Ruochen said with a hippie smile.

When Han Ling heard it, good guy, he was playing this crooked idea, this endgame can give her a lot of advantages, for example, the master-servant relationship between her and Yin Ruochen has fallen off these days, and Yin Ruochen has to be a cow and a horse for her every time she loses a game of chess, and let her send her for a day, so that Yin Ruochen has been miserable by Han Ling in the past few days! Of course, I was not reconciled.

Of course, Han Ling didn't do it at such a good opportunity, so he rolled up and got up, glared and said: "Do you like to drink or not, your body is yours, the slave and maid can fulfill their responsibilities, no wonder the slave and maid!" ”

"Well, you're so ruthless." Yin Ruochen's hands were empty, his face changed, and he suddenly covered his chest and screamed: "Ouch! Heart, it hurts! As he spoke, his face was pained.

What the? Heartache, Han Ling was shocked, didn't he pretend.

But seeing that Yin Ruochen's face was painful and Yin Tang was black, Han Ling's heart tightened, thinking that he had never pretended to be sick for so long, so he hurriedly climbed into bed and helped him and asked anxiously: "Lord Wang, what's wrong!" Where does it hurt? ”

Yin Ruochen covered his chest with one hand and said in pain: "Here, maybe it's caused by overwork and overwork in playing chess late and late these days, and this king's heartache has been committed again." ”

Heartache? Will he still have this problem? How could she not have heard of it, what kind of strange disease is this? But Hanling didn't have time to think about it, Yin Ruochen's painful face made her heart twitch!

The impression of the prince is as hard as steel, as majestic as a green mountain, how can he be as pitiful as now, and he can't help but be weak.

immediately stroked his back and beat him smoothly, and said in a hurry: "Lord, bear with me, the slave and maid will call the imperial doctor." ”

Yin Ruochen saw that Han Ling was going out, so he hurriedly grabbed her, gasped and said, "Don't go anywhere, no one can cure this king's disease!" Except for you. ”

"Me?" Han Ling said inexplicably when she heard this: "Lord Wang, the slave is not a doctor, how can she cure the disease?" ”

The muscles on Yin Ruochen's face were twisted! Squinting and looking secretly, I saw that Han Ling's face was flushed with anxiety, and he looked at himself at a loss, happy in his heart, and just said: "This king has a strange disease, and he can't encounter something worrying, and his heart hurts when he encounters it." ”

"How's that for good?" Han Ling asked anxiously. What's the worrying thing? Isn't it because of that chess game?

Yin Ruochen said that he just stretched out his hand to hug her and said, "This king is cold, you can hold this king for a while." ”

Han Ling seemed to make sense when he heard it, and all kinds of illnesses started from the cold, and last night Han Ling secretly threw the rag doll aside while he was asleep.

Every night when I open my eyes, I will see the strange face of the rag doll, and what is even worse is that she will unconsciously "crawl" into his big bed every night, and when she wakes up, she will find herself sleeping in his arms, and the rag doll will always be in the middle, looking at her with those big eyes, as if laughing at her.

I can't bear it, I don't need to endure it anymore!

Han Ling threw the unpleasant rag doll aside last night. Maybe it's because he's used to holding rag dolls, and suddenly he has nothing to hold and catches a cold!

Yin Ruochen hugged Han Ling, warm nephrite in her arms, and she was proud in her heart!

The good smell of Hanling's body made him intoxicated, and he couldn't bear to let go, she never seemed to be so docile and obedient to let him hold it! Unless you're asleep, no, it's dishonest even if you're asleep.

Han Ling obediently let him hold it, with a hint of earning in his heart, regretting that he shouldn't have secretly taken away his beloved rag doll.

"Lord Wang, in fact, many things are not difficult, if you are impetuous, you can't calm down, you want to win, but bad things, you can also play chess, life is also like this, if you blindly immerse yourself in the past and can't get out of the shadow in your heart, then you can only live with a mask, and there will never be a light of day." Han Ling sat in Yin Ruochen's arms and said softly, either to explain Yin Ruochen or to himself.

It's good to be alive and happy, what Miao Qingyang said to her, she seems to understand a little now.

After a long time, Han Ling didn't hear Yin Ruochen speak, and was secretly surprised in his heart, and looked up at him.

Yin Ruochen was handsome, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and she leaned on the head of the bed with a refreshed smile, looking at her with a mysterious smile.

Han Ling was stunned, is his illness cured? He doesn't look like a sick person.

"Doesn't your heart hurt?" Han Ling stretched out his hand and pressed his forehead and asked, his forehead was a little warm, is this a low-grade fever?

Yin Ruochen held her soft little hand on her chest and asked softly: "You touch it, it doesn't hurt anymore, but it jumps hard, do you say it's sick?" ”

Han Ling's hand touched his strong and powerful chest, felt his strong and powerful heartbeat, and was slightly stunned, how does this look like a disease, I'm afraid there is a disease in my heart!

Looking up, I inadvertently saw him smiling and looking at himself, his face turned red at once, and he hurriedly withdrew his hand, got up from the bed and said:

"Lord Wang, the slave maid sees that you are still not lightly ill, hurry up and drink the medicine!" As he spoke, he picked up the potion from the desk and handed it over