Chapter 72: The Gentle Prince and the Sick Princess (4)

The moment she heard the voice, Lan Qing only felt that there seemed to be a clear spring gushing through her buzzing ears, and the black boots of the person opposite fell into view, and there was a piece of jade inlaid in front of the boots.

Her heart trembled suddenly, it was Jiang Rin.

The hand froze in place and did not move, and in the end, it was Jinxiu who personally handed it over to Jiang Rin, Jiang Rin became more and more plump and handsome today, his red clothes were lined with excellent demeanor, and his eyebrows were picturesque, he held Lan Qing's hand gently, and the cold feeling from his palm made him frown for a moment.

The steps of the big wedding were extremely cumbersome, and the emperor and queen, who were sitting in a high position and waiting, did not notice this little episode, and watched the prince greet his relatives kindly, and the etiquette was sufficient, without losing the royal face.

It's that Lan Qing was tossed enough, most of them followed inexplicably, Jiang Rin seemed to be mentioning her intentionally or unintentionally, and helping her refuse without a trace, as soon as she got through, she didn't expect that she would be alive to sit down in the marriage room of the two.

"Miss, how do you feel?" Jinxiu asked uneasily.

"Okay."

Lan Qing was still alive except for saying a word, and she could only hold on to the edge of the bed and gasp.

"Miss, would you like to drink some water?" As she spoke, Jinxiu went to the table and fetched a glass of warm water, handed it to Lan Qing, and said, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is now eating wine with all the guests in the main hall, so Miss might as well rest first." ”

As soon as Jinxiu finished speaking, the next second, the bedroom door was opened again, and a group of palace ladies rushed in, holding things in and putting them down.

At a glance at the splendid scenery, all of them are festive things, as well as gold and silver jewelry, ornaments and clothes, etc., the chief eunuch was the one who gave Lan Qing a jade pendant some time ago, he whisked the dust and said to Jinxiu, "Your Highness has ordered, if the crown princess has any discomfort, you can summon the imperial doctor Zhong in the East Palace." ”

"Ah...... Yes, yes. ”

"Then you take care of the crown princess." The eunuch commanded, and said respectfully to Lan Qing's position, "The slave retreats." ”

Jinxiu was a little in a trance, she looked around, and finally walked to Lan Qing's side and muttered, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is really a gentle person." ”

Before Jinxiu, I saw Lan Mu washing her face with tears all day long, saying that the royal family was difficult and the palace was dangerous, so she was naturally full of worries about the young lady who was weak and had to marry the illustrious prince, and now she watched all the way, His Royal Highness the Prince was extremely reliable.

I don't know why, Jiang Rin, who was shouted and beaten by everyone in the first two stories, is now praising him personally, Lan Qing was a little surprised, she had to rub her temples, in this way, Jiang Rin should be more difficult to deal with, not afraid of the kind of person who shows his personality on the surface, afraid of the person who has done enough work on the surface and can't see through the actual state of mind.

"Miss, I'll watch the door for you, and I'll tell you if Your Highness comes back, you might as well lie down and rest first."

Lan Qing didn't know if she had answered, she was indeed extremely tired, she had consumed too much mental energy in order to heal quickly from her previous injury, and this body was not very good at tossing, so she really fell asleep on the soft brocade quilt in a daze.

The dream was a familiar scene, the sound of the train passing by in her ears, the light and shadow, the train of carriages with the wind curled up her long hair, in a trance, she saw a person standing on the opposite side of the train......

Who is it?!

Who's that?!

Only the long figure stood there, motionless, Lan Qing couldn't see clearly, and wanted to make a sound, but he couldn't say a word with his mouth open.