Yan Ying just wanted to struggle, but Nangong Han let go again halfway, she didn't stand firmly, and sat on the ground heavily: "Lord Wang, you pity Xiangyu." ”

Yan Ying held back her tears and complained, although she complained, her voice was still not loud, like scratching her boots.

Nangong Han squinted his eyes: "You just said that you were willing to help me heal that patient?" ”

Yan Ying didn't dare to die again, and nodded without hesitation: "Yes, but within my ability." She didn't dare to speak too much.

Especially in the face of the moody Nangong Han.

King Han killing her is like pinching an ant to death, even if he does it now and then walks away quietly, the people in the Ding'an Hou Mansion don't know anything.

Her death will only disappear for a while.

"Then you get dressed." Nangong Han said with his back to Yan Ying.

Yan Ying grabbed the clothes on the shelf on the side with some confusion, hurriedly put them on, and then tied her hair into a simple bun casually.

Nangong Han actually stretched out his broad palm to touch the round one and smiled: "This hairstyle suits you, it looks like a tomboy." ”

Yan Ying tried her best to straighten her waist, but the feature on her chest was still not obvious.

Nangong Han's eyes were cold, and he whispered, "Don't try to seduce me." ”

Yan Ying felt uncomfortable when she heard this, and reached out and pulled the bow on her sleeve: "It's a pity that the seduction was not successful." ”

Nangong Han smiled slightly: "Then you can continue." ”

Yan Ying pleaded her mouth and decided to stop this nonsense remark.

"Who are you going to heal?"

Nangong Han was silent for a while and said, "When the time comes, I will try my best to take you into the palace, and you will know when you go." ”

"What?" Yan Ying's eyes widened in surprise.

Incredible, fantastical.

She tried to calm her emotions, swallowed her saliva unconsciously, and said, "Isn't there an imperial doctor in the palace?" ”

"There is an imperial doctor." Although Nangong Han saw Yan Ying's emotions in his eyes, his tone was still flat.

"I know you've only believed me." Yan Ying remembered that she had discussed this issue with Nangong Han before, and laughed at herself helplessly.

"If you know, it's good."

"Oh, what if I can't heal that man?" Yan Ying felt that the imperial doctors of the whole country could not heal people well.

She may be powerless.

"Then the king had no choice but to kill you." Nangong Han clenched his fists slightly, and his knuckles were a little white.

Yan Ying shrunk her neck and said, "That person must be very important to you." ”

"It's important to you, too."

"To me?" Yan Ying asked with some puzzlement.

Obviously, Nangong Han didn't want to answer Yan Ying's question anymore, so he just nodded vaguely.

That person was also very important to Yan Ying, and he didn't say anything.

If that person could be healed, perhaps many of the mysteries of those years would have been solved.

Thinking of this, Nangong Han stared at Yan Ying's palm-sized face and asked, "Have you ever seen a portrait of your mother?" ”

Yan Ying shook her head truthfully.

Others say that her mother is so talented and beautiful.

But she has looked at the mirror more than once, and the self in the mirror is really indescribable, and the country and the city are really indescribable.

It's a beautiful one, but those eyes are shining brightly, which is wonderful.

Yan Ying shrugged helplessly: "You also know that my mother died when I was young, so I don't have much impression." ”

"Really not impressed? So a big living person gets along day and night? Nangong Han obviously didn't believe Yan Ying's words.

"I don't really have any specific impressions." Yan Ying lowered her head in some panic and muttered to herself.

"But your medical skills, dance skills, and lyrics and poetry." Nangong Han said this, staring at Yan Ying inexplicably with eyes like a deep pool.

It seemed to look out of her body.

Yan Ying was a little uncomfortable with such an aggressive gaze, but it was obvious that Nangong Han was suspicious of her.

"I may be face blind." Yan Ying said without hesitation.

"Huh? The excuse for your mother's face blindness sounds like a no-brainer. Nangong Han ruthlessly debunked.

Yan Ying stared at her toes a little crampedly.

She never thought that a man could give her such a sense of oppression.

It seems that she is not thick-skinned enough.

Fortunately, Nangong Han didn't pursue it: "Do you want to watch the birds?" ”

"Birds?" Yan Ying quickly raised her head and stared at Nangong Han with a smile on her face in disbelief.

"Yours?" Yan Ying bit her tongue and asked suspiciously.

"Yes." Nangong Han said calmly.

"Just watch it here?" Yan Ying felt that her thing called Sanguan was cracking.

"Yes."

"No, don't, you can keep it for yourself." Yan Ying's head shook like a rattle, and slowly moved towards the door.

"Isn't it pretty? I'm going to give you a birthday gift. Nangong Han took out a brightly colored starling from his sleeve and said.

Yan Ying stared at the starling brother, stabilized her heart and said, "You said it was this bird earlier." ”

Nangong Han reacted at this time and put the starling on the shelf.

"You can't be reasoned, it's just rotten wood that can't be carved." Nangong flicked his sleeves away with a cold breath.

The corners of Yan Ying's mouth curled.

It seems that she really misunderstood just now.

Nangong Han returned to his study, sat on the stool, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the girl didn't do her job at a young age, took out a delicate hairpin in her hand, and threw it out of the window at any time.

"Ouch" Hu Fei, who just wanted to come in to report to work, smashed it.

Touch the bag on your head and look down! Wow, blonde hairpin, looking left and right to see no one, quickly bent down and picked it up and hid it closely.

There's really pie in the sky.

The mood suddenly became colorful.

"Lord, you haven't been out?" Hu Fei asked pretending to enter the study.

After all, he'd been here three times to report, and he hadn't seen anyone.

"You inquire about the whereabouts of this king?" Nangong Han asked impatiently.

Hu Fei nodded hurriedly: "Master, don't think nonsense, I think the second miss is really a wonderful person, otherwise such an interesting thing would have happened." ”

"Interesting?"

"Well, my subordinates have found out some things about the second lady." Saying that, Hu Fei whispered in Nangong Han's ear.

After Nangong Han listened, his brows stretched and furrowed and stretched, and so on and so forth.

After Hu Fei finished speaking, Nangong Han spread his palm: "Bring it." ”

"Master, I don't know what you're talking about." Hu Fei clenched his chest and said.

"Bring it."

Hu Fei obediently took out the hairpin from his arms and reluctantly handed it back to Nangong Han.

It turns out that all that fall from the sky are traps.

Yan Ying, who was refreshed, settled down and planned to sleep well after the starling brought by Nangong Han, and only then would she have the strength to watch the excitement tomorrow.

After all, it was the excitement she planned.

I slept in a daze, and I rolled over and pressed against a mountain.

Yan Ying immediately woke up and hurriedly withdrew the foot she stretched out, and said with a disgusted face: "Lord Wang, I think your hobby is really different." ”

"Thank you, Second Miss, for your fresh and refined compliment." Nangong Han said and put the hairpin in his hand on the quilt.

"I picked this up on the road, I think the gold is cheesy, but it is the most suitable for you, and it is all earthy." Nangong Han said seriously.

Yan Ying stared at the hairpin on the quilt and sneered: "No merit is not punished." ”

What kind of gold is cheesy and most suitable for me, this sounds a little disgusting.

"Do you want credit?" Nangong Han popped out a few words from between his teeth.

"Then you please me." Nangong Han smiled seductively.

"Aren't you not interested in my body?" Yan Ying snorted coldly.

"Sing, just sing the song you sang that day." Nangong Han ordered.

Yan Ying finally sang several songs for that hairpin.

It's really too late.

But that's real money, not earned by your own ability, not a question of worthiness.

The devilish train of thought made Yan Ying full of blood and gradually fall asleep.

Nangong Han reached out and stroked Yan Ying's messy hair, and arranged her neatly on the bed,

Disappeared into the night.

After all, there were more important things to stare at him to do.