That palm really hurt Qingshan, and at this moment he had already taken the injury medicine and was meditating on luck.

With a slightly apologetic look, Jiu'er cautiously pushed open Qingshan's door, but saw that the door was hidden, Qingshan was sitting on the bed, and wisps of white smoke were rising from the top of the parkway. With his eyebrows slightly constricted, Jiu'er slipped into the room with a sideways turn. In his hand, he held a bowl of black-brown medicinal soup.

The green mountain in front of him was sitting precariously, cross-legged to heal his wounds, not noticing the invasion of outsiders at all, knowing that once he was distracted, his injuries would be aggravated.

Jiu'er's lips moved, but she couldn't make a sound after all, she didn't dare to disturb Qingshan, for fear of getting into trouble again.

The face with distinct eyebrows and engraved facial features reveal tenacity and calm temperament everywhere. This is the green mountain in Jiu'er's eyes at this moment, although she is a little older, she is more and more charming as a mature man.

As if he had lost his soul, Jiu'er stood on the spot in a daze, and his mind stayed at the moment when he stretched out his hand to stop his waist.

Looking back at the tenderness of a moment, it was enough to teach the woman of Fanghua Cardamom to move her heart.

With a little crimson on his face, Jiu'er gently placed the medicine bowl on the table, and took out a white porcelain bottle from his sleeve and placed it next to the medicine bowl. Looking back at Qingshan, who was still unresponsive, Jiu'er tiptoed out of the room. The moment he closed the door, there was an unconscious smile on the corner of his mouth, faint as the moonlight outside.

Qingshan opened his eyes, and he had finished pranayama, but he didn't know what Jiu'er wanted to do, so he kept his eyes closed and kept silent.

got up and went to the ground, the medicine bowl on the table was steaming, presumably Jiu'er went to the kitchen to boil medicine for him. Qingshan carefully picked up the white porcelain bottle, these were all healing medicines in the house, but he knew it. It's also a shame that this girl has a heart, she knows that her mistakes can be corrected, and she saved her in vain.

Smiling lightly, Qingshan shook his head slightly, but for some reason he didn't hesitate at all, picked up the medicine bowl and drank the soup and medicine. It seems that mutual trust, and like some kind of unconscious feelings, is slowly growing inadvertently.

Push open the window, and the moonlight outside is sultry and bright. Just like the relief of the mood, the mood is suddenly vast.

Fifteen moons, sixteen rounds. Qi Fuhan looked up at the moon in the garden and remembered Quan Xiuyun. Sister Shu can still accompany her parents, but she can only be alone here, I don't know how my mother should feel?

A soft sigh, his eyebrows stained with frost.

"When did you come back?" A soft, anxious figure sounded from outside the courtyard door.

Qi Fuhan was slightly stunned, but when he turned around, he saw Jiang Dongyu standing anxiously at the gate of the courtyard, breathing rapidly. Raising his eyebrows, Qi Fuhan didn't want him to know anything about Xuanzong, "Just now." ”

"There is no record of you leaving the palace at the palace gate." Jiang Dongyu walked quickly towards her.

"At that time, there was chaos in the palace, and occasional omissions should have been." Qi Fuhan responded very steadily. It was very chaotic at the time, so it is not surprising that there is no record of her leaving the palace at the palace gate.

Jiang Dongyu looked her up and down, "Someone in the palace assassinated my father, are you okay?" ”

"Me?" Qi Fuhan raised his eyebrows, "I'm just an innocuous person, what does it have to do with me?" ”

"If you're well, you're really well." As if relieved, Jiang Dongyu calmed down, "The palace is still tracking down assassins everywhere. ”

"But who did you hurt?" Qi Fuhan thought of the silver-faced man. It's just that he was in a hurry to take her away, he shouldn't be an assassin, otherwise he would have to entangle with himself, how could he have time to assassinate?

Jiang Dongyu shook his head, "The second brother is an assassin with a blade, but he didn't hurt anyone. ”

"Prince?" Qi Fuhan suddenly narrowed his dangerous eyes.