After a few days of recovery, Wanruo's body has gradually improved, she is not so weak, the fetal position is also correct, and she and the child are safe.

In the past few days, King Fu has been almost inseparably guarding Wanruo's bedside except for the previous court, which made Wanruo very moved.

It was as if he was in bed, thinking about something in his heart, and suddenly heard the laughter of Zi Yan and Chunhong and others outside the door, and then the door opened, and Zi Yan walked in with a smile.

"Sister-in-law; How are you feeling today? Zi Yan walked over to Wanruo's bed and sat down

It's like laughing; "I'm fine, didn't you enter the palace to greet the Queen Mother?"

Ziyan Road; "In addition to seeing you, I have another very important thing to do today."

"What's important?"

Zi Yan said mysteriously; "It's about one person."

"Who? Could it be Wen Jun? As if unconsciously, I would think of Zhongli Wenjun, and the softness in my heart quietly occupied all my heart.

"No wonder Zhongli Wenjun said that the two of you are each other's confidants, but it's a pity that the two of you are destined."

Wanruo's face turned red slightly, and she hurriedly defended and said, Don't talk nonsense, the two of us are innocent, and I will ignore you if you talk nonsense.

Zi Yan burst out laughing

"I'm just talking casually, if it weren't for you, how would I be able to know Zhongli Wenjun, he is the goal of my life, hey, don't talk about this, he went to me yesterday, just to ask if you are okay."

As if hearing this, he hurriedly asked anxiously, what did you say?

Ziyan Road; "Of course it's telling the truth."

She shook her head, shaking her head means that she doesn't want Zi Yan to tell the truth, she doesn't want Zhongli Wenjun to worry about herself, but ......

Zi Yan took out a small bag from her pocket and put it in the palm of Wanruo's hand, "This is what Zhongli Wenjun asked me to give you, and I don't know what is inside." “

As if she had put the little red bag aside, she didn't open it immediately

Zi Yan saw that she didn't want to know what was in that handkerchief, so she couldn't go and ask deeply, "Sister-in-law; In the future, will you help me facilitate the relationship between me and Zhongli Wenjun? I really, really like him very much, I like him from the first sight, if he marries someone else in the future, then ......" Zi Yan's words came to an abrupt end, in fact, it contains a lot of content, this content Zi Yan knows, as if she also knows, maybe Zhongli Wenjun in the distance also knows

It seems that after pondering for a long time, let's talk about it then, if Wen Jun can be named on the gold list, it should be no problem to promote the two of you

Zi Yan hugged her as if saying, sister-in-law, you are so good, my happiness class is all up to you

After Zi Yan left, it was as if she had opened the red handkerchief

The handkerchief was wrapped in a few turquoise lotus leaves, as well as a few blooming lotus flowers

It was as if he put his nose on a handkerchief, and suddenly a faint fragrance entered his heart

These lotus leaves and lotus flowers seem to know the origin of course, this is the lotus leaves and lotus flowers of the half acre of lotus pond outside Zhongli Wenjun's courtyard, now the lotus flowers are in full bloom, but she can't see it, she unconsciously burst into tears in the face of Zhongli Wenjun's good intentions

That quiet village, that narrow courtyard, and that half-acre lotus pond have the happiest memories, and the same short past is also Zhongli Wenjun's most unforgettable memory, and these lotus leaves and lotus flowers are the most beautiful testimony of this qiē.

As if carefully putting away the lotus leaves and lotus flowers, she put them in her personal handkerchief, then wrapped them and placed them in a place that only she knew.

It's like taking Zhongli Wenjun's handkerchief wrapped in lotus leaves and lotus flowers as a handkerchief that he will often use in the future, which is like the person who sent the handkerchief by his side.

It was as if he immediately picked up a pen in his hand and wrote four lines of poetry on a handkerchief

The past is still like the wind

A few degrees of wind and cold, a few degrees of sorrow

I know each other

The flow of tenderness never stops

The last four sentences will appear later, and they will almost cause a catastrophe