Xia Fanyin picked the clearest batch of rain and returned to Lingxiang Palace, and was about to boil the tea according to the master's instructions, but who knew that the tea had just been boiled, Xia Rusheng somehow rushed out with an umbrella.

Xia Fanyin suddenly thought of the figure in the imperial garden.

She tugged at her lips, it wasn't night, and the news of him standing there stupidly should have spread all over the place, right?

Inexplicably, she was a little gloating.

A strange sense of revenge, followed by a distorted feeling welled up in my heart.

But soon she was pressed down again, left Lingxiang Palace with an umbrella, and continued to look for the body in the palace.

If she could, she would prefer not to rely on that person and find it herself.

…………

The rainy day was already dark, and the time at this moment was already long after evening, and the whole sky seemed to be covered by dark clouds.

Quan Tianjiu stood for too long, his limbs cold.

In fact, he is not a person who is afraid of the cold, but because he spent the night in the ice room last night, the whole person is not normal, and at this moment, he is drenched in the rain, and the endless heat in his body is lost, and there is even a superimposed shadow in front of him.

Above his head, he was suddenly covered in a shadow, and the feeling of rain hitting his face disappeared in an instant.

His eyes lit up slightly, and he turned abruptly.

But for a moment, the eyes as bright as the stars dimmed again, even darker than the beginning.

Not her.

Xia Rusheng looked at him for a moment, taking in all his trivial emotions, and his heart suddenly throbbed.

He can use it, is it so undisguised?

Even if he didn't wait for her, but a person like him who was moody and moody could use such a ...... Does it show it?

Xia Rusheng closed his eyes and heard the man ask, "What are you doing here?" ”

The low and hoarse voice was faintly impatient.

She frowned, "Why do you sound like that?" Sick? Why stand in the rain? ”

Quan Tianjiu met her concerned gaze, and faintly raised his eyes to look at the big umbrella above his head, "Go back." ”

The reason why he didn't give orders to go down and not allow anyone to come near here was because he was afraid that the person who should have appeared would not come.

Xia Rusheng bit her lip, "If I leave, how long do you plan to stand here?" What the hell are you going to do? ”

"Xia Rusheng."

The man's face sank suddenly, "When will it be your turn to take care of my affairs?" ”

Her eyes trembled, she couldn't even laugh reluctantly, and said coldly: "Okay, okay, I don't care!" Stand here for as long as you like! ”

Before he finished speaking, he shoved the umbrella into his hand, and then turned around in the rain and ran back to Lingxiang Palace.

Quan Tianjiu retracted his gaze, and with a casual hand, the big umbrella in his hand was blown out by the wind.

Little Seven.

She wouldn't be happy if she came back and saw the umbrella, right?

The people she hates the most are him and Rusheng.

If she did come back, she shouldn't have expected him to take something that someone else had given her—though the last person she wanted to see was probably him.

But he still had a bit of luck.

Contradictory to barren mentality.

…………

Following.

Xiao Quanzi looked at the person on the dragon bed tangledly, "Imperial Doctor, you just want to pay attention, the emperor is not a way to go on like this!" ”

Last night, the emperor ordered him not to go again, but when the guards found out, the emperor had already fainted!

High fever does not go away.