This quarrel attracted the patrolling guards, and the gate of Qifeng Palace was brightly lit for a while.

Mu Zuo led a team of guards and strode with a sword.

Not only the guards, but also the palace maids also gathered around.

Wang Ji went to the border because the prince was injured, and the palace maids also complained about Li Mo.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, Wang Ji is asleep and has no energy to entertain His Highness, please go to another pavilion to rest."

Li Mo didn't pay attention to the yin and yang weird palace maid, and said in a faint voice: "This palace is going to see the crown princess, and I don't need her to entertain her." ”

The palace maids were at the door, but they didn't get out of the way.

is obviously as soft as a spring willow, but he holds his neck high and confronts the prince guards who are full of evil spirits.

Mu Zuo turned sideways first and said, "His Royal Highness the Prince, please." ”

The palace maids looked at Mu Zuo for a moment, with a faint anger in their eyes.

Mu Zuo said: "Make way for His Highness." ”

Lu Ruo also spoke: "Listen to General Mu." ”

The palace maids were unyielding and helpless, and finally let go of the road.

Zhan Xiaochu scolded: "What way!" Mu Zuo, you don't know why Wang Ji became like this, huh? ”

Mu Zuo raised his eyes to look at him and gave him a closed look.

Zhan Xiaochu grabbed the sword, snorted angrily, and turned to leave. He didn't care who the scabbard hit him.

Li Mo entered the Qifeng Palace, and under the reflection of the flickering firelight, he entered the inner hall.

The temple was peaceful.

There was a palace maid beside the bed looking sideways.

When Li Mo walked over, the big cuff was breezy, and the light was swayed by the wind, swaying gently.

The palace maid got up, and there was no joy on her face.

She took two steps forward, bent down very coldly, and said, "I've seen His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Li Mo held his hands and bowed slightly, "Go down, the crown princess is here to take care of the palace." ”

The palace maid did not retreat, "Your Highness is golden and noble, how can you take care of people?" It's still a slave to take care of Wang Ji. ”

Li Mo looked at the palace maid who looked at him fearlessly for a moment, and finally pursed his lips and said, "Whatever you want." ”

Now Ning Anhe's people are still hostile to him, and it is only because Ning An Monk is his crown princess that he is a little humble to him.

If he upsets this balance, they will most likely tear their faces apart.

Li Mo looked at the sleeping silent woman on the bed.

For the sake of Ning Anhe, he is willing to maintain this thin and pitiful balance.

He bent down and ran his fingers over the woman's snowy face.

There was an idiotic tenderness in his eyes, "Ayu, can you get better soon?" ”

The sleeping woman's lips slurped.

Li Mo was stunned, leaned down, and put his ears close to her lips.

Hearing what she said, the smile on the corner of Li Mo's mouth froze, and he felt chills.

She said: "Zhao Qing'an, the world is too bitter, can you take me away......?"

Li Mo didn't know how he stood up.

He saw a delicate smile on her lips like a summer flower.

Why?

Why is he dead, and you still remember him and miss him?

Why don't you just look at me more?

Li Mo turned around and brushed his sleeves and strode out of the inner hall, and the door of the palace was smashed with a loud sound.

The palace maid glared angrily at the door of the hall and gritted her teeth, turned around and walked to the bed.

saw Ning Yu with her eyes open, staring blankly at the hibiscus tent on the top.

The palace maid rushed over in surprise and nervousness, and said, "Wang Ji, are you awake?" Is it because the door has just closed and it is too loud to wake you up? How do you feel? Do you want to drink water? Hungry or not? ”

Ning Yu shook his head.

She said, "Hongu just had a dream......

The voice was astringent and hoarse, but the tone was soft and delicate.

"One...... Dream. ”

In her dream, she stood in the peach blossom forest at the top of Changjun Mountain.

The peach blossoms are scorching and blooming, the spring breeze is slightly rolling, and the flowers are all over the sky.

The young general came across a black horse with a long sword in his hand, and when he turned his head sideways, his eyebrows were full of brazenness and wantonness. 5599

"Yu'er." He called her.

"Yes! It's me. She smiled and reached out and grabbed him by the sleeve.

The young general took her hand and led her to the horse, and she smiled lightly at his chest, and the flowers of the mountains blurred under her eyes, scorching their beauty.

"Zhao Qing'an, the world is too bitter, can you take me away......"

"Okay!"

The young general rode his horse and whipped him, and the black horse carried the two of them and galloped into the depths of the suit.

Ning Yu curled her lips and smiled, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.

She slowly closed her eyes.

Zhao Ping.

Zhao Qing'an......

……

Since then, Li Mo has never entered the Qifeng Palace.

However, under his orders, the imperial doctor still went to Qifeng Palace from time to time to diagnose Ning Yu's pulse.

The news that Ning Yu was seriously ill and did not wake up gradually spread in the East Palace.

Then it came to the palace, and then the entire Jingwang City also knew the news that Ning Anhe, the crown princess of Jing, was seriously ill.

The crown princess was seriously ill, and many people's minds became lively.

For a small sedan chair sent into the East Palace, Li Mo did not refuse.

Accommodating a few women can win people's hearts, why should he refuse?

The days go by so unhappily and slowly.

Because after taking the tranquilizer, Ning Yu didn't think about it, and his pulse gradually stabilized.

Although because of the long sleep, the body is weak.

However, compared to life, isn't there something else that can be put aside for the time being?

Later, after a long time, the grief in my heart has faded, and I will slowly raise it back.

Even if Ning Yu was seriously ill, no one in the East Palace dared to step on the head of Qifeng Palace for the time being.

But she still has the remains.

There are hundreds of guards in the palace to protect each other.

The palace maids who came out of Qifeng Palace were as proud as before. That's the face that Wang Ji gave them.

The face given by Wang Ji, they should take good care of it.

One or two are like this, and it can be said that they don't know the height of the sky, and the people in this palace are so arrogant as in the past, and the women can't help but think a lot.

Especially Concubine Shao, who should be like a lost dog, went to Qifeng Palace at three o'clock and five as usual.

Go happily and return happily.

Yun Ruoer, who was feeling happy, couldn't help but wonder if this woman was deliberately pretending to be sick, and when she came up, she gave her a heavy blow, just like the previous Wang beauty.

She held back for the time being, intending to wait and see.

There are more and more women in the East Palace, each with their own thoughts, and they don't mention it.

The Dajing court is stable as usual.

Big ginger is faintly surging with dark waves.

On the bright side, it is prosperous and prosperous, and it is as lively as ever.

Zhao Qing'an's ashes were sent to the Great Jiang King City in late October.

The news was reported to Jiang Gong first.

It caused a sigh of embarrassment.

Zhao Qing'an can be described as a young man who is brave and famous in Dajiang.

In the battle of the north, he recovered the lost territory, even if Jiaming Valley was besieged, he was able to reverse the defeat by himself.

Not only are the people well-known, but many people in the DPRK and China ...... Especially the generals, they respect him even more.

Heroes, who doesn't admire?

Zhao Qingan was the pillar of the country.

The prince closed his eyes and shed a tear.

King Yi was silent for a long time, and sighed: "Send Zhao Qing to the Yanping Marquis Mansion first, and let Zhao Qing enter the soil for peace." ”

They were all injured for Zhao Qing'an's person and name.

Ning Nan thought of the woman who was often dressed in white and had a bright smile like the wind.

These two people are tired, and Ning Nan can see it clearly.

Because he knew it, he couldn't help but worry about the woman in his heart.