"Where's Nangong Qiyue?"

The next day, it wasn't until almost noon that Yan Lingge woke up rubbing his head, which was a little drowsy and aching from a hangover.

But when she sat up and waited for a while, she didn't see Nangong Qiyue, but only saw Yihe come in, and asked with a calm face.

"Madame, you're awake. ”

Hurriedly put the clothes in his hand on the stool, Yihe walked quickly to Yan Lingge's side and helped her put on her clothes.

"The general went to the palace early in the morning to face the saint, and he hasn't come back yet. ”

"Oh. ”

After hammering his head twice, Yan Lingge was convinced that the Nangong Qiyue he saw when he was drunk last night was not a fantasy, he was really back!

But when he remembered that he had waited for him for so long in vain, Yan Lingge's face couldn't help but become even more gloomy.

"Ma'am?"

Perhaps because he was a little timid when he saw Yan Lingge gritting his teeth, Yihe tentatively shouted, "You...... What's wrong?"

"It's okay!"

After replying to Yihe, Yan Lingge got out of bed in his clothes, and then walked to the face wash that Yihe had prepared and washed his face.

"Last night...... How did I get back?"

"It was the general who carried the lady back. ”

took out the decanting soup in a food box, and Yihe said: "This is the decanting soup that the general specially ordered the kitchen to cook for Mrs. , because I don't know when Mrs. will wake up, so the general said that it should be hot at any time, so that Mrs. can drink it when she wakes up." ”

"Cut, he's thoughtful. ”

Sitting on the stool and drinking the decanting soup without taking a sip, Yan Lingge watched Yihe take the clothes on the other stool and prepare to go out, so he called her out.

"Wait!"

"What else does Madame command?"

"This is Nangong Qiyue's clothes?"

"Yes. ”

I was a little puzzled why Yan Lingge suddenly paid attention to the clothes in his hand, but Yihe still stood there obediently.

"Show it to me. ”

Staring at the clothes in Yihe's hand, Yan Lingge's brows slowly furrowed.

Although the smell is very light, if you smell it correctly, there is a faint smell of blood in the clothes.

"Oh. ”

Walked up to Yan Lingge for some reason, and Yihe handed her the clothes in his hand.

And Yan Lingge took the clothes and looked at them, and immediately asked, "Nangong Qiyue, is he injured?"

"yes. ”

Even if it was a little strange why Yan Lingge didn't seem to know that Nangong Qiyue was injured, Yihe adhered to the principle of "the master must answer all questions", and she still replied honestly: "The general's injury seems to have been stabbed by the enemy on the battlefield, and when the general came back from the Anping Marquis Mansion last night, he brought a lot of tonic and wound medicine." ”

"Nangong Qiyue!"

Listening to Yihe's words, Yan Lingge clutched the clothes in his hand tightly and reprimanded in a low voice: "If you have an injury......, you won't tell me!

Thinking about it, Yan Lingge was shocked.

Although I was a little drunk last night, I still vaguely remember that I seemed to have deliberately jumped from the window on the second floor of Yingbafang last night, and ...... And Nangong Qiyue's fool seems to have jumped down with him...... Tsk, if that's the case, then his hurt ......

"What a fool!"

After scolding, Yan Lingge casually pulled his hair, tidied up his clothes, and walked out quickly.

"Well, ma'am, where are you going?"

"Go find Nangong Qiyue!"

"Oh. ”

Seeing Yan Lingge running out in a hurry, Yihe smiled, and took the clothes and planned to go out to wash the clothes.

Alas, Madame is always hard-mouthed, and she looks like she doesn't like the general, but is this unclear, Madame likes the general and is afraid that she likes it tightly!

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