Xia Linghe's eyes flowed, and gently swept Wan Zibing's cheeks, "Sister Zibing, you seem to have something on your mind. ”

Wan Zibing didn't deny it in a hurry, she drank the tea in one go, looked at a pot of plants not far away, and was faintly distracted.

Xia Linghe followed her line of sight, the potted plant didn't look very eye-catching, but it exuded vigorous vitality, like an elf unwilling to succumb to fate, making the last struggle.

"Sister Zibing, take the liberty of asking, is that jade pendant so important to you?"

Wan Zibing looked at the potted plant in a daze, and it took a long time to retract her gaze, and she touched the jade bracelet on her wrist with her fingertips again, "The owner of that jade pendant must have a special meaning to my friend, just like this bracelet is a kind of emotional sustenance for me." ”

Xia Linghe was silent.

She didn't want to embarrass Yuwen Gongzi, but when she saw Wan Zibing so distressed, she still had to find a way to help her.

Wan Zibing tried her best to put on a gentle smile, "Xiaohe, don't do anything embarrassing." Even if you do, you won't be happy, and I won't feel good in my heart. ”

Xia Linghe jumped in front of Wan Zibing and made a big grimace, "Sister Zibing, look at me, do you seem to be someone who will embarrass herself?" ”

The more relaxed Xia Linghe was, the more unpleasant Wan Zibing's heart became.

Because, she knows.

The more stressed people are, the more unwilling they are to show their true side, and Xia Linghe's personality is even more so.

Wan Zibing sighed faintly, "Xiaohe, if you really want to do something, I can't stop it." But there is only one thing, I am not allowed to do things that threaten my life, I will be worried. ”

Xia Linghe's mischievous expression gradually retracted, her face gradually became solemn, and her eyes revealed a touch of firmness, "Sister Zibing, I will do the most important thing, and I will not risk my life easily." ”

Wan Zibing knew that she couldn't stop Xia Linghe at all, and she also wanted to know the news about that jade pendant.

She could only let Xia Linghe give it a go.

Fortunately, although Xia Linghe's personality is out of bounds, she has never been an impulsive character, and she should be able to grasp the balance of things.

......

Zhou Cheng walked back and forth for a long time, and Xue Zimu's eyes were sour.

"Zhou Cheng, you stop, you make me dizzy."

Zhou Cheng's sturdy body stopped suddenly, and looked at Xue Zimu with a nervous expression, "Prince, I beg you, you better have a snack, I think, people from Nanyang Palace's mansion may not appear, you better make plans early." ”

The corners of Xue Zimu's mouth were tightly pursed into a straight line, obviously disagreeing with Zhou Cheng's opinion.

"Zhou Cheng, did I make a wrong decision?"

Xue Zimu's faint words caused Zhou Cheng to touch the back of his head again and again.

The prince's decision does not seem to have been wrong.

Not only is there no mistake, but it seems that every step of the way back is clearly thought out.

Zhou Cheng shook his head, "But, Prince, it's not a way to drag on like this." ”

Xue Zimu's eyes flashed a trace of calculation, and his fingers lightly tapped a few times on the edge of the table, "It's been a few days, such a few big living people, they won't hide all the time, there are still people who love to watch the excitement inside, we must have a chance to meet." ”

When Zhou Cheng came to his lips, he was all forced back by Xue Zimu's words.

The prince has already said this, and it doesn't seem appropriate for him to say anything more.

He wanted to see if every time, the prince could anticipate things like a god.

......

A bright moon hung in the dark sky.

Yu Wenhui's brows were twisted into a Sichuan character, as if there was some unsolvable puzzle.

There was still a sickly flush on his cheeks, and even his voice became more hoarse, "Han Qing, is there any movement from the East Feather King?" ”

Han Qing looked at Yu Wenhui with some distress, and clasped his hands into fists, "Lord Wang, you better take care of your body first, don't worry about his affairs anymore, just these two days, he can't turn the sky." ”

Han Qing looked at the bright moon in the sky from time to time, and then looked at the persistent Yu Wenhui, not knowing what to say.

Originally, the prince's body was poor, and this was a poor and remote place, although the room provided by Xia Linghe was the best among these rooms, but it was not as comfortable as the palace.

The prince's illness seems to have a tendency to worsen.

Yu Wenhui coughed a few more times, and a bitter smile appeared on his mouth, "You're right, with my crippled body, if I can't raise it well, even if King Dongyu doesn't make trouble, I myself will fall first, I'm really unwilling." ”

"I didn't mean that, lord......"

Yu Wenhui understood Han Qing's character, he shook his hand, "Han Qing, who are you, I know very well in my heart, and I also understand your concerns, after the temple fair, even if I don't want to go back, I'm afraid my body won't be able to hold on... Ahem, ahem..."

Han Qing hurriedly poured a cup of hot tea and brought it to Yu Wenhui, he looked at the prince very nervously, until he drank the tea and handed over a cyan silk handkerchief.

Yu Wenhui wiped the tea stains on the corners of his mouth with a silk handkerchief, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "After listening to the corner of the wall for so long, don't you plan to come out?" ”

Han Qing vigilantly held his sword to protect Yu Wenhui's side.

Yu Wenhui coughed lightly a few more times, but there was an uncontrollable smile in the corner of his eyes.

A pink shadow came out of the dark corner, and she writhed her body a little uncomfortably, like a child who had made a mistake, and the timidity in her heart was vividly expressed on her face.

Han Qing was also very surprised.

He wisely stepped out and handed the space to the two men who looked awkward.

When Han Qing's figure disappeared completely, Xia Linghe felt that the boulder in his heart had finally been put down.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and cautiously moved to Yu Wenhui's side, hesitating and refusing to sit down.

Yu Wenhui didn't say anything, looked at Xia Linghe with a smile, waiting for her to speak.

In the end, Xia Linghe couldn't hold it back, and opened his mouth to say, "Yuwen Gongzi, I asked you to check on the matter of Yupei, is there any news?" ”

The smile in the corner of Yu Wenhui's eyes gradually dispersed, soft like a faint moonlight, sweeping across Xia Linghe's heart.

"Xiaohe, did I lie to you?"

Yu Wenhui's voice, as always warm and beautiful, makes people feel very comfortable, I don't know if I feel immersed in his gentle township, Xia Linghe is no exception.

Without the slightest hesitation, she shook her head decisively.

Yuwen Gongzi has never deceived himself, not once.

Yu Wenhui stretched out his slender fingers, pointed to the vacant seat next to her, and motioned for her to sit down.

Xia Linghe hesitated for a while, but still sat down.

The distance between the two people was suddenly shortened, and she could hear Yu Wenhui's rapid breathing, which seemed to be a little different from usual.

Yu Wenhui's cheeks seemed to be a little redder.

Xia Linghe subconsciously stretched out his finger and poked towards Yu Wenhui's forehead, but Yu Wenhui grabbed his wrist and couldn't move.

In fact, Xia Linghe could feel that as long as she wanted to break free, Yu Wenhui might not let go.

At this moment, she suddenly didn't want to resist.

"Yuwen Gongzi, you're getting sicker, aren't you?"

Xia Linghe wanted to get an answer from Yu Wenhui's mouth, but she didn't want to know so clearly, she simply shook her head, "It's okay if you don't want to tell me, it's me who is abrupt." ”

Yu Wenhui's fingertips were a little cold, and when he touched Xia Linghe's fiery skin, his heart was burned.

He smiled and shook his head, "It's not that serious, it's an old problem." ”

Yu Wenhui let go of Xia Linghe's wrist with a weak heart, he did have a fever, but he had a little bit of vanity, in front of Xia Linghe, he wanted to be an omnipotent hero.

Heroes shouldn't be sick seedlings who can get sick at any time.

Xia Linghe didn't bear to ask any more.

Yu Wenhui looks like Sven Wen, but his personality is extremely tenacious, and what he doesn't want him to know, she can't possibly know.

Yu Wenhui looked at Xia Linghe's gradually lowered head, his heart moved, and he reconnected to the topic just now, "Xiaohe, I have always taken the things you asked me to check. It's just that Wan Zibing is very important to you? ”

Yu Wenhui tentatively asked Xia Linghe, but until the last moment, he didn't want Xia Linghe to be unhappy in the slightest.

Xia Linghe's every move affected all of Yu Wenhui's thoughts.

Xia Linghe's brows frowned slightly, and then slowly stretched out, "Yuwen Gongzi, she is very important to me, but you are also very important, if there is indeed a risk, you should not investigate." ”

Xia Linghe smiled like a heartless child.

Yu Wenhui's heart was slammed hard.

He never thought that he would have such an important position in Xia Linghe's heart.

If it's not this body......

He really hoped that Xia Linghe could become his princess.

Yu Wenhui's face was as usual, not showing the waves in his heart, but his fingers involuntarily inserted into Xia Linghe's hair, "Xiaohe, in front of me, you don't have to be so sensible, what I promised you, I will definitely do it." ”

Xia Linghe's eyes flickered, and a touch of panic flashed in his eyes.

Yu Wenhui's movements have never been as intimate as they are today.

She felt her heart beating so fast that it felt like it was about to burst through her chest at any moment.

She replied with a slight stammer, "Yuwen... Yuwen Gongzi, it's not early, what's there... I'll talk about it tomorrow. ”

Xia Linghe got up quickly and almost collided with Yu Wenhui, she didn't have time to apologize, and rushed out of the room like a bolt of lightning.

At this time, Han Qing walked in with a puzzled face, "Lord Wang, what's wrong with Miss Xia?" ”

Yu Wenhui stared at his fingertips, where there seemed to be still the breath on Xia Linghe's body.

His ten fingers clenched, as if trying to grasp something.