Ye Xiaoyan refused to say how old she was. Nangong Youjian couldn't ask, so he gave up. No matter how big she is in the other world, she is now fourteen years old.

Thinking of this, Nangong You asked, "When is your birthday?" ”

"Birthday?"

Nangong You added: "Ye Wanyan's birthday. ”

At the beginning, the relatives exchanged Geng posts, but it was Ye Wanting's Geng posts, so Nangong You didn't know Ye Wanyan's birthday.

Ye Xiaoyan searched in the memory of the original owner and said, "August 30." ”

Nangong You's eyes lit up: "There are still five months before you are ready." ”

"yes." Ye Xiaoyan didn't care about such a thing as a birthday.

Nangong Yu looked at her with a deep meaning.

Ye Xiaoyan reacted at this time, what was he referring to.

She coughed a little embarrassedly: "Ahem, that has nothing to do with Ji Xuan." ”

Nangong You's eyebrows raised, his hand stretched out, and he dragged a long tail note: "You, yes, say ......"

Ye Xiaoyan slapped his hand away, glanced at him, and teased, "Can you do it now?" ”

Nangong You can't move from the waist down now, let alone do that.

His face sank instantly, and the joyful atmosphere just now suddenly became cold.

Ye Xiaoyan realized that she was overjoyful and said the wrong thing. remembered that on the night of the wedding, she said that "life can't take care of herself", and he beat her to vomit blood, fractured her ribs, and lay on the ground all night.

Thinking of the nature of his intermittent neurosis, Ye Xiaoyan hurriedly shrank back and avoided a safe distance.

When Nangong You saw her actions, she was amused, blamed herself, and was angry.

She's so afraid of him? Afraid that he will be upset and start beating her again? It seems that the events of the wedding night have left a shadow in her heart.

Nangong You sighed, stretched out his hand and beckoned to her: "Come here!" I don't hit you. ”

Ye Xiaoyan heard this, how did she seem to be saying: Come here, see if I don't kill you.

She didn't move, looking at his expression, assessing whether he was really not angry.

Nangong You saw that she didn't move, so she leaned forward, used her best to reach out, stretched out her hand and tried her best to reach forward, and the whole person almost crawled on the bed, and finally reached Ye Xiaoyan's hand.

He took her hand and said a little dejectedly, "I said that I will never hurt you again in the future." It won't hurt you again. ”

Ye Xiaoyan looked at him like this, a little pitiful. It's like in my previous life in a war-torn area abroad, I saw refugees with crippled legs, crawling on the ground and begging.

Wrong. Phew. How could she think of her husband as a refugee beggar?

She shook her head, shaking the jumbled associations out of her mind.

Ye Xiaoyan lifted Nangong You's body and looked at his bright black eyes. At this time, she also has no heart to play.

She said seriously and quietly: "If I say that I can cure you, I will definitely cure you." ”

Nangong looked at her. Looking at her determined eyes. smiled.

This smile, warm as the warm sun, seems to have a sweet taste, drowning people in this infinite tenderness.

Ye Xiaoyan couldn't help but hug him and pillowed her head on his shoulder.

She scolded in her heart: Ouch mom, this smile is so charming, too lethal, I don't dare to look at it directly.

Seeing her behaving like this, Nangong You knew that she was not resisting. The atmosphere between the two was restored.

The hug ends. Ye Xiaoyan let go of her hand and said, "I'll write the prescription, and you will order someone to prepare the medicinal materials." In addition, I need two sets of silver needles. You'll need a large wooden barrel to soak in a medicated bath. ”

Nangong You said: "Go to the study and write." ”

"Okay."

The wind picked Nangong You off the bed, sat in a wheelchair, and pushed him to the study.

Ye Xiaoyan walked alongside, looking around.

It was the first time she had seen the courtyard clearly. It was too dark to see anything clearly when I came out last night.

It's also sad. She had been here for two days, and for the first time last night she had stepped out of the door of her dormitory, and today she had seen for the first time where she was going to live and live.

Xuanwang Mansion covers an area of about 40 acres, with three courtyards: East Courtyard, West Courtyard, North Courtyard. The rest of the place is open space.

The north courtyard is the main courtyard, and Nangong You and Ye Xiaoyan live here.

The East Courtyard is for guests, and the only guest in the palace, Miss Zhou Qianru, lives in the East Courtyard.

The west courtyard was empty.

There are not many people in the Xuanwang Mansion, and there was only one master of Xuanwang Nangong You before. Now with the addition of Princess Xuan Ye Xiaoyan, she is still thin.

Ye Xiaoyan walked all the way and looked at it, but she felt that this courtyard was very simple. I don't know if it's because Nangong You likes simple style? Or is it because he has been sick in bed and has no mind to do this?

The study arrived. The wind pushed Nangong You in, and Ye Xiaoyan came in with his heels.

Nangong You pointed to the table and said to Ye Xiaoyan, "You go there to write." ”

"Oh."

Ye Xiaoyan walked to the table and saw the brush hanging on the pen stand. She hesitated.

She hadn't used a brush since she finished elementary school.

How do you hold the brush? She had to think about it.

Nangong You saw her biting her lip, tilting her head, and looking at the pen holder thoughtfully. "What's wrong?" he asked. ”

He didn't think Ye Xiaoyan could write. She said she had been in school for 20 years.

Ye Xiaoyan coughed dryly and said, "I haven't written calligraphy for a long time." Why don't you write it for me? ”

Nangong You noticed the "I haven't written a brush" in her words, and guessed in her heart: Maybe in her world, she doesn't use a brush to write?

There were outsiders present, Nangong You didn't ask, and motioned to Hurricane to push himself to the table.

The wind glanced at Ye Xiaoyan with disdain. I thought to myself: she probably can't write.

Ye Xiaoyan dictated, Nangong Yu wrote. Among them, there were some herbal names that Nangong You had never heard of, and Ye Xiaoyan told him what the words were.

At this time, Blastwind realized that she could write. I can write it myself, why do I still ask the prince to write it? What kind of tricks is this woman playing?

There are more than 40 kinds of herbs needed, and because it is to make a medicinal bath, a lot of them are needed.

Nangong You wrote, called Steward Zhou, and ordered him to go to purchase herbs immediately.

Nangong You said: "In addition, buy two sets of silver needles and a bath bucket." ”

"Yes." Steward Zhou took the order and left.

Ye Xiaoyan clapped her hands and said, "Okay, next, let's wait for the things to be bought." ”

Nangong You pointed to the guqin on the piano stand next to him and said, "I'll teach you to play the piano." ”

Ye Xiaoyan frowned, now she doesn't really want to learn the piano.

But seeing the expression on Nangong You's face, she didn't say anything, and obediently walked to the piano stand.

Before Nangong Youdu could start speaking, she plucked the strings by herself. There was a ragged clang.

Nangong You frowned, but didn't say anything, and let her mess around on the piano.

The wind watched from the sidelines, too anxious to do it. This is the piano that the prince loves very much! She's messing around like this, she can't break it. But the prince didn't say anything, he was a guard, where did he dare to stop it. Only staring hatefully from the sidelines.