A few days after An'er came to the Furong Palace, Chu Yu took a moment to make clothes for her, and found a lot of clothes that he had made for her before that she hadn't had time to send to Qinxia Palace.

One big and one small changed clothes on the bed, and then went to the bronze mirror to look at it contentedly before smiling, and continued to change into the next set.

At the beginning, An'er was very cooperative and followed her, but when she got to the back, she didn't know if she was tired or unhappy, she had already begun to cry impatiently, Chu Yu couldn't, she could only sigh helplessly, crying and laughing, she would just put down the clothes in her hand and take her out.

It was a little cold outside, and after dressing An'er, he put on a plush bime with a rabbit pattern for her, and put on a carrot-colored cloak himself.

From a distance, the two are more like a close and harmonious mother and daughter, which is very enviable.

But where to go, she didn't have a destination for a while, and with a flash of inspiration, it was all up to An'er babbling and waving her hand in the direction of her mood, and several people walked all the way.

Just walking, I really walked to the door of a certain palace, Chu Yuxi teased An'er who was smiling in her arms, and the laughter stopped a few days after hearing it, and when she looked up at the plaque "Evergreen Palace", she was stunned for a moment, this is the palace where An Jieyu is located.

Speaking of which, I haven't come to see her for a few days, since fate has asked An'er to guide her here, it must be to let An'er accompany An Jieyu to alleviate her condition.

Chu Yuxi walked into the Evergreen Palace with An'er in her arms, because she went out with Xiao An'er, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to take care of her, and this time she went out not only by Xiaoqi alone, but also with Xiaoyuanzi.

The four of them didn't seem to be many people, but they laughed and laughed, adding a bit of lively warmth to the cold road.

When he was about to arrive at the door, Xiao Yuanzi sang loudly: "Concubine Chu has arrived——"

The door of the palace was soon opened, and someone greeted him, full of surprise and joy, as if a person who had been lonely for a long time had finally waited for a companion to talk to.

"I've seen Concubine Chu and Princess Qingran, how can I have time to come here today?" It's Xin'er, the little girl's delicate joy can hardly be hidden, and she welcomes them in very happily.

"I haven't been here for a while, today An'er wants to go out, so she walks around, and comes here, what about An Jieyu, how is her recovery recently?" Chu Yuxi didn't put up a stand in front of Xin'er, and said very kindly.

In fact, as long as she is not a difficult person, she is very willing to speak well, after all, she is a person who has come from the 21st century, and there are some people in her subconscious who are equal to each other, and she doesn't like to be grovelled all the time, and she always feels very awkward.

An'er looked here suspiciously, half-leaning over to look east and west, her fat little face was raised, and she looked very curious.

However, Chu Yuxi thought about it, An Er had indeed never been to An Jieyu's Evergreen Palace, Yan Huiyi would not bring her here, let alone others.

In fact, carefully speaking, the Evergreen Palace is a place that Chu Yuxi likes very much, and he thinks that it can be compared to one or two in the harem, which is better than nothing.

There is no other reason, because the owner of the Evergreen Palace, An Jieyu, has a low-key and elegant temperament, the style in the entire palace is very durable and comfortable, and the flowers and plants are also low-luxury and fragrant, restrained and nurturing.

Every time I come here, there is a sense of peace and comfort outside the world.

It's a pity that Chu Yuxi is not a literati, but she thinks that she can feel pleasing to the eye when she comes here by chance, and she lives here every day, and she is afraid that she will be cold and will grind her lively temperament unconscious, empty and self-contained.

complained a little and followed Xin'er inside.

Xin'er walked in front, occasionally turned around to remind her to be careful, and answered the question she just asked, slightly helpless: "You said An Jieyu, her body is still the same, fortunately, it has not deteriorated, and when her spirit is good, she will occasionally come back to her senses, pronounce the name of the slave and maid, and say some words." new

But this is rare, that is, once in a while.

Chu Yuxi nodded, there is no way to do this disease, I can only see that my personal cultivation is slowly recovering, and it is useless to be anxious.

She looked at the palace as she walked, and the manpower was still the one she left at that time, and she was still relatively trustworthy, at least she worked diligently and without perfunctory work in her daily life.

What's more, knowing that Chu Yuxi would come over every once in a while to take a look, no one dared to relax, and no one dared to underestimate An Jieyu, who had hysteria.

Moreover, generally speaking, An Jieyu's quiet and non-sick appearance is as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, beauties always make people happy, they will not embarrass people at will, and they are also happy to be idle.

It's kind of a bizarre balance.

When they arrived at the door of An Jieyu's study, Xin'er said that An Jieyu had slowly picked up some of her previous hobbies and habits recently, and she practiced reading and reading when she had nothing to do, which was very quiet.

After Xiao Yuanzi sang the salute, he stood outside the door and waited, and Xiao Qi and Xin'er accompanied Chu Yuxi in.

An Jieyu, who was practicing calligraphy, didn't know whether she hadn't heard them or didn't have time to pay attention to them, so she took care of herself and waved her wolf to write, the handwriting was dignified and beautiful and natural, with her own style and bones, and there was a momentum that others couldn't intrude.

Such An Jieyu can't see any symptoms at all, she is dignified and normal, and her elegant temperament lingers lightly around her body, which is very charming.

Because there was a brazier in the corner of the house, it was warm and dry, so she was wearing a thin blue shirt at this time, and she didn't feel cold.

After writing the words in her hand, she put down her paper and straightened up, as if she had just found them, but she was not too stunned, and nodded to greet them.

Because Chu Yuxi also came to see her every once in a while, although she was not an acquaintance, she knew in her heart that Chu Yuxi would not harm her, so she was relieved to agree to her entry, but she just looked at An'er, a little dazed.

This soft little child, she has no impression, and vaguely feels as if she has seen it once?

Chu Yuxi was looking at the handwriting she wrote, and couldn't help but praise: "An Jieyu's handwriting is really good, as heroic and heroic as Mulan in the army."

When I raised my head, I noticed her gaze and took the initiative to smile and introduced: "This is An'er, titled Princess Qingran, you were there that day, you should have seen her."

An'er was very excited, as if she liked beauties very much, and wanted to go to the quiet and fragrant An Jieyu, but the other party seemed to be frightened, with a confused expression, and was absorbing relevant information.

An'er, who was not satisfied, pouted aggrievedly, and her big clear and bright eyes were filled with tears, as if she was about to cry, which made people feel unbearable.

Chu Yuxi was amused, but she still helped her and looked at An Jieyu: "An Jieyu, would you like to hug An Er?"

"An'er?"

This hesitant tone made Chu Yuxi almost think that she felt that the child was troublesome, and explained with her heart on protecting her shortcoming: "Yes, An'er, it's only a few months old now, it won't be very heavy, you can try to hug her."

How do you know that An Jieyu repeated the fragments of her words, as if this was the only way she could understand what they meant, but now she was still struggling in a daze, muttering to herself: "A few months, An'er."

Chu Yuxi looked at her suddenly pale face, and suddenly froze, she shouted to her worriedly: "An Jieyu? Can you still hear me? An Jieyu?"