Zhi Yingwan smiled: "Really? I've never heard the prince mention it. ”

Xie Yuchan begged her contemptuously: "This is a matter between me and Brother Yingrong, what are you, why does he want to tell you?" ”

Objectively speaking, Xie Yuchan is really delicate and lovely, her eyebrows and eyes are a bit like her aunt Concubine Duan, if she sits quietly somewhere, it will also provoke passers-by to take a few more looks, but it's a pity that this temper is too bad, her voice is sharp and loud, she can be heard scolding every two yards, and a pair of beautiful eyes are either used to stare at people or roll their eyes, which is really a waste of this good skin.

Zhiying felt that there was really nothing to say to this kind of person, so he simply ignored it: "Gongzi Xie, please get up, Zhiying can't afford such a big gift, I will find time to convey what Gongzi just said to the prince, as for the result, it can only depend on the prince's decision." ”

Xie Yong lowered his head and replied yes again and again, and thanked her again, for which he was inevitably twisted a few times by Xie Yuchan.

Is there a marriage contract...... On the way back to the main courtyard, Zhiying kept thinking about this question, if there was really a marriage contract between Cui Yi and Xie Yuchan, why had she never heard Concubine Duan mention it? Queen Xiaopian went early, if the marriage contract is really there, it is equivalent to her last wish, Concubine Duan should spare no effort to help her sister complete it, and it stands to reason that she should tell herself.

"Engagement? What is that? ”

Cui Yi's answer was still so unexpected, and Zhiying became more and more convinced that it was just wishful thinking on the part of the Xie family.

"Are the siblings gone?" Cui Yi asked while undressing.

"People come all the way to visit with gifts, and it is clear that they are asking for you, how can they leave if the purpose is not achieved?" Zhiying is becoming more and more curious about his head structure, he is also a prince, has no one come to ask him before?

Cui Yi tugged at the neckline of his underwear, and seemed to feel a little hot, so he grabbed the fan and fanned it a few times: "Then return the things to them and let them go." ”

Zhiying laughed and laughed: "How can there be such a thing, ask and don't ask to pick up people, people's hearts are the basis for doing great things, if you use this attitude to everyone who has a heart, then no one will do things for you again." ”

Cui Yi fanned his fan impatiently: "Do something big? What's the big deal? This king made it very clear, he never thought of becoming an emperor, and no matter how much you knock on the side, it's useless. ”

"Even if you don't want to be an emperor, you want to be a prince for the rest of your life, do you think it's so easy?" Zhiying patiently explained to him, "How can others be allowed to snore on the side of the couch, what the saint can't do, let alone the prince's ......"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a snoring behind him.

Zhiying: "......" in the mirror, his expression is like crying without tears.

Today's Cui Yi seems to be very tired, Zhiying wants to wake him up and let him take a bath before sleeping, but Ren is pushing and beating, Cui Yi still sleeps like a dead pig, so he has no choice but to bring hot water to the side of the bed and wipe his body for him.

The two have only had sex once since they got married, so it was the first time that Zhiying had observed his body so closely.

Zhiying knows that Cui Yi has been fighting in all directions almost every year since he was sixteen years old, first following the veteran generals of the DPRK and China, and later being able to lead the troops independently, and in just a few years, he has shown an amazing talent in marching and fighting, he does not read, and he does not even read military books, but he can always make the right arrangements at important moments, repeatedly repelling the attacks of the Beidi rangers, and guarding the gate of the north for Dachu.

Even Cui Jie had to admit that his younger brother was the reincarnation of the broken army star, a natural god of war.

The long military career has forged Cui Yi's strong and not overly exaggerated muscles, the cloth towel rubbed his arms as hard as a stone, and his bronzed body was covered with scars, some were just a light flesh color, and some were hideous scars left by the penetration of the sword, large and small, which looked shocking.

Zhiying sat on the edge of the bed and watched for a while, sighed, gritted her teeth and turned him over and wiped him clean, and stuffed him into the bed. Cui Yi didn't even snort, like a large rag doll, tossing with her.

After cleaning him up, Zhiying was tired and sweaty, so he took a hasty shower and went to sleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhiying was woken up by the footsteps of the maids hitting the door, and habitually turned over, but pressed a hot body.

"Lord Wang?" Zhiying opened her eyes and saw that Cui Yi, who was supposed to get up and go to the court, had not woken up yet.

This is really strange, Cui Yi always gets up at dawn, what's wrong today? Holding Ying called a few times, Cui Yi woke up, squinted at the sky, and closed his eyes weakly.

Zhiying stretched out his hand and shook him: "Lord Wang, it's time to get up, don't miss the early dynasty." ”

Cui Yi snorted weakly: "Hmm." "Still not moving.

Zhiying suddenly felt that something was wrong, why was he so hot? Hurriedly reached out to touch his forehead again, and was immediately startled by the temperature that could boil water: "You have a fever!" What's going on, it was fine last night......" immediately realized that something was wrong, Cui Yi didn't seem normal last night, could it be that it had already burned up at that time?

"What time is it?" Cui Yi asked in a hoarse voice.

"Don't care what time it is, you lie down and don't move, I'll call someone to get a doctor."

Zhiying hurriedly got out of bed and got dressed, opened the door and shouted into the courtyard: "The prince is sick, go to the imperial medical hall to invite a royal doctor to come over, and then go to the palace gate to ask someone to bring a message to the emperor, just say that the prince can't go to the early court today." ”

The people in the courtyard were all busy immediately, the little maids went to ask for a doctor and take leave, and the maids were busy bringing cold water and handkerchiefs to help Cui Yi reduce fever.

Cui Yi burned so much that people were a little confused, lying on the bed like a toothless tiger, unable to shout, unable to move, opened his eyes and saw Zhiying beside the bed, and closed his eyes with peace of mind.

The imperial doctor soon arrived, cut Cui Yi's pulse, looked at his tongue coating again, and asked a few questions about the recent daily life and diet, Cui Yi answered weakly, and Zhiying also added some, but it didn't seem to give the imperial doctor much reference.

"Maybe it's just that he's infected with the cold, the prince is in good health, and he will be fine for a few days to recuperate," the imperial doctor wrote a prescription and handed it to Xiaoqiu, "Follow the prescription to grab the medicine, and if you don't see it after drinking, I'll come again." ”

Xiaoqiu was busy grabbing the medicine, Zhiying sent the imperial doctor away, and before he stepped into the door, he heard an earth-shattering cry from outside the courtyard: "Brother Yingrong!" Brother Yingrong, what's wrong with you? ”

Miss Xie arrived.

Xie Yuchan blew into the courtyard like a whirlwind, and all the maids along the road were vigorously pushed away by her, with an expression like a dead husband, crying and rushing to the door of the main compartment.

Zhiying immediately wisely retreated and let her go first.

As if she didn't see Zhiying, Xie Yuchan rushed into the room on the opposite side, threw herself on the hospital bed, grabbed Cui Yi's arm and shook it: "Brother Yingrong, how are you, where are you uncomfortable?" How could he get sick? Is it too bright to get enough clothes? Or did you eat something unclean? Yes? You speak, Brother Yingrong! ”

Cui Yi's blue tendons on her forehead burst out, and she pushed her with the strength of breastfeeding: "Let's go...... Open! ”

Xie Yuchan misunderstood what he meant, instead of leaving, she hugged his right arm tightly in her arms, broke his hand and touched her cheek, crying so much that I felt pity: "Brother Yingrong, don't be afraid, I will take care of you, you will be fine!" ”

Seeing that Cui Yi was about to die of cerebral congestion, Zhiying hurriedly stepped forward to try to stop Xie Yuchan: "Miss Xie, don't get excited, the imperial doctor said that the prince was just infected with a cold, and he would be fine if he took some medicine and rested for a few days." ”

"You go away!" Xie Yuchan pushed her hard with her backhand and cried, "It's all you!" Hurt Brother Ying Rong like this, you still have the face to stand here, if it wasn't for you not taking good care of him, how could Brother Ying Rong be sick like this! You go away! Stay away from Brother Yingrong! ”

Holding Ying is really a little angry, what a big illness the wind and cold, as for crying and grabbing the ground? hasn't insisted on throwing the responsibility on his head without any evidence, these are all right, from the first day Cui Yi clearly expressed his diswelcome and dislike to her, how can she be so cheeky to hold other people's brothers to come to her brother, Cui Yi is a patient now, what she needs is to recuperate, does her crying by the bedside help her recovery?

Cui Yi struggled a few times but couldn't get rid of Xie Yuchan, and the blind could see that he was angry, but Xie Yuchan was still so uninteresting, singing her one-man show passionately, crying profusely.

"Here comes the ice pack!" The maid ran in with a packed ice pack and handed it to Zhiying.

Xie Yuchan immediately stopped crying, turned around and snatched the ice pack, as fierce as a tiger descending the mountain, turned his head to put it on Cui Yi, and his movements were as gentle as a stag, Zhiying watched from the side, admiring the five bodies to the ground, anyway, he couldn't intervene, so he had to say: "Then there is Miss Lao Xie to take care of the prince." ”

"Of course I will take care of Brother Yingrong, I don't need you to be nosy!" Xie Yuchan glanced at her in disgust.

Zhiying glanced at Cui Yi who was lying on the bed and short of breath, both sympathetic and helpless. "Then I'll go to the kitchen to boil some vegetarian porridge, and I'll call someone to send it over in a while, if the prince has any instructions, then call the maid to pass it on to me." With a maid by her side to help, Miss Xie should not rub Cui Yi to death, and after a few words, Zhiying went to the kitchen.

After the medicine was simmered, Xiaoqiu took the opportunity to send the medicine to the main compartment to take a look, and came back to tell Zhiying: "That Miss Xie has a terrible temper, but it is not ambiguous to take care of the prince, and every spoonful of medicine must be tasted in person before it is fed to the prince." ”

Zhiying asked funny: "The prince didn't even vomit at her?" ”

Laughing and laughing, she doesn't doubt Xie Yuchan's heart for Cui Yi, it is not difficult to deduce from Xie Yong's words that when Queen Xiaolian was alive, she may have unintentionally said that she would let Cui Yi marry the daughter of the Xie family in the future, and after that, the entire Xie family regarded Xie Yuchan as the future queen, although there was an accident halfway, Queen Xiaolian died, and Cui Yi only got the position of a prince, but that did not prevent the Xie family from eagerly looking forward to a better future.

A girl who has been instilled with the idea of "you will be the bride of the second prince Cui Yi in the future" since childhood, was raised as a quasi-princess, and through other people's descriptions and legends, regarded the man he had never seen as the lover of his dreams, it is not surprising that a girl who grew up like this would become Xie Yuchan's current appearance.