"Okay." Jingyun nodded and looked at Xiao Lingyue, she must protect him well.

When Fu Ruolan was dying, Jingyun looked at her, "Miss, you also have to take good care of yourself." ”

"I will."

Walking out of the yard, Fu Ruolan's mood did not ease.

Since this incident, the comfort of some time ago has collapsed, and the short-term peace has been broken.

Fu Ruolan realized that she had always thought that things had not settled down at all, and that she needed others to pay the price for this comfortable time.

She thought that everything was over, and she was very wrong, these things seemed to have just begun, and Zhusheng's death was like a warning to her, indicating that she could not be calm.

As long as you are not careful, your relatives will be killed, and those things that were originally peaceful will be changed.

"Where have you been?" In the study, Nan Yuchen raised his eyelids and glanced at her lightly.

She stood in the doorway, walked in and closed the door.

Almost without thinking about it, I knew that Nan Yuchen would be in the study.

"I went to see Xiao Lingyue." Fu Ruolan looked at him, reducing his superfluous expression, but Nan Yuchen could see something else, Fu Ruolan was in this state whenever she was in a bad mood and was silent.

He didn't know if she was because of Fu Zhuxuan's matter, or because of Xiao Lingyue, or if he didn't drink it in the future.

It wasn't until Fu Ruolan sat next to him and opened the medical book that he asked lightly, "Are you in a bad mood?" ”

"No, I'm very happy to have His Highness with me." Fu Ruolan barely pulled out a smile.

She wanted to laugh, but she couldn't, and her mood seemed to be blocked.

"Can't I see if you're happy?" Nan Yuchen sighed.

What she didn't want to say, he didn't want to force her.

"It's just a little depressing, and it's not a big deal." Fu Ruolan's eyes darkened.

What is depressed, she can't say clearly, depressed Fu Zhuxuan's sudden hostility? Depressed Nan Yuchen's sudden indifference? Or are you depressed that you are too incompetent?

I can't tell.

"There's something you have to figure out for yourself." Nan Yuchen said indifferently, "No one can help you." ”

Fu Ruolan paused, raised her head from the book, stared straight at Nan Yuchen, and looked at each other like this for a long time.

He had never told her this so seriously, and many things in the past were done by Nan Yuchen for her.

In the past, he didn't tell her the truth, maybe because he thought that with him, she didn't need to do many things, but now he would tell her this, is it because he is no longer around in the future, and she needs to do all those things alone.

"Do I have flowers on my face?" Nan Yuchen looked away.

"No, it's pretty." Fu Ruolan also lowered her head and continued to focus on the medical book.

There are some things that the two of them know well, so there is no need to bring them up again.

The surroundings became a little quiet, Fu Ruolan kept staring at the medical book, but her mind was not on it, as if she couldn't concentrate on it.

Nan Yuchen didn't know what he was writing, he wrote and crossed out, crossed out and wrote, and the rice paper was replaced one after another.

A dull atmosphere surrounded the place, and I don't know how many pieces of rice paper Nan Yuchen exchanged, Fu Ruolan pressed his hand, "Your Highness, don't waste any more paper." ”

"I know you're in a bad mood, I'm sorry, I don't want to be like this, I don't know what's going on, I'm in a bit depressed today, even I don't know why, it could be Fu Zhuxuan, it could be Xiao Lingyue, it could be you." Fu Ruolan sighed.

My mind is chaotic, and I can't speak clearly.

"I'm not in a bad mood, I just don't want to see you like this, don't hold it in your heart if you say something?" Nan Yuchen stared at her seriously, and his tone was extraordinarily serious.

Fu Ruolan had a sour nose and hugged him.

Nan Yuchen is really nice, very good.

Jingyang Palace.

Jing Ying'er was lying on the beauty couch as usual, lazy and idle, when she heard the sound of hurried footsteps, she opened her eyes and asked leisurely, "How is the matter over there?" ”

"See the concubine." Dong Min blessed his body and confessed: "Niangniang is like a god, Fu Zhuxuan really thinks that Fu Ruolan changed the bamboo fungus. ”

"What about Fu Ruolan?" Jing Ying'er stretched out her hand, looked at her long nails, and asked a little casually.

"The Seventh Princess is still the same as before." Dong Min said respectfully, "Niangniang, do you want us to do it now?" ”

"Don't worry, now that Zhusheng has just died, we must not let Fu Zhuxuan be suspicious of us at this time, let's wait for a while." Jing Ying'er lay down comfortably again.

Everything was expected and nothing changed.

Heh, wasn't Fu Zhuxuan crazy before? Keep going crazy.

Aren't the two of them brother and sister in love? Why do you lose trust now when something happens?

"Stand down."

Dong Min blessed his body again and retreated respectfully.

Since Nanhuaqing came out of the prison, he often came to Jingyang Palace to visit Jing Ying'er, which made Jing Ying'er very happy, but although Nanhuaqing came frequently, his stay was very short.

He told her that it was to avoid suspicion, for fear of being gossiped by others, so Jing Yinger believed it, and their identities really couldn't be known to others.

On this day, Nan Huaqing visited the door as usual.

He gave her the impossible task of conceiving the emperor's heir.

"The eldest prince, does it have to be like this?" Jing Yinger's eyes contained tears, and she looked at Nanhuaqing with teary eyes.

She doesn't like the emperor, she never likes it, every time she goes to bed, she forces herself, she doesn't want to be at all, let alone conceive the emperor's child.

Nan Huaqing avoided her gaze, and her voice was light mixed with a hint of tenderness: "Recently, my father rarely comes to Jingyang Palace, and this child is just to consolidate your position, you don't have to give birth." ”

His words are simple and clear, that is, if you are pregnant now, you don't need to give birth, and when he occupies the throne, that child is not important.

Jing Ying'er's brows furrowed slightly, "Ying'er will do her best." ”

Whether you can conceive or not depends on the emperor.

But she would never get pregnant.

Xu knew that the Zifeng Palace was not easy to control, and Nan Huaqing had now put all his focus back on Jing Ying'er.

Zili is a woman from the Western Regions, with a disobedient arrogance in her bones, Nanhuaqing can't control her, so she can only find a way to weaken her status.

These days, the emperor almost lives in Zifeng Palace, but Zili is very unhappy, and she hasn't been pregnant for a long time, and she doesn't know if it's the emperor's intention or if she doesn't want to conceive.

"Grace and offspring are not the same." Nan Huaqing glanced at Jing Ying'er meaningfully.

With just one glance, Jing Ying'er understood what he was going to say.

"Ying'er knows."