The afterglow veins, and the candle shadow is panicked.

The cup of medicinal food in front of him was still steaming, and a bit of meaty aroma overflowed from it.

Jiang Huan lifted the lid in front of her, and a wave of heat gushed out instantly, the smell of meat overflowed, and just smelling it, she felt her appetite move.

"The princess." Qin'er shouted with some uncertainty, a little panic in her eyes.

Jiang Huan tilted her head to look at her, suddenly made a move, grabbed Qin'er's jaw, dragged her whole person, and pressed her head on the cold small table.

Under his hands, Qin'er's body trembled.

Jiang Huan sighed secretly in her heart, and she didn't know who fed her such a domineering drug, but now she can't even exert any internal strength, otherwise she wouldn't have caught a little slave, it would be so hard.

The fingers pressed on Qin'er's jaw, moving down inch by inch, until finally restraining her throat, Qin'er only felt that it was difficult to breathe now, and even opening her mouth became a luxury.

But she didn't want to die, so she could only struggle desperately: "Slave...... Slaves...... Sincere...... Willing to ......"

In a panic, she opened her eyes to see, only to see a pair of eyes that were cooler than the night, full of slaughter.

Qin'er's eyes widened, and after a while, she fainted directly.

Her body fell limply to the ground, curled up in a ball, and seemed to have no sound at all.

Jiang Huan jumped off the Luohan bed, put on the shoes, no longer cared whether Qin'er was dead or alive, and went to Ji Yixian's study with the cup of medicinal food.

She has memorized people since she was a child, and she can remember the road she has traveled clearly, without any mistakes.

I don't know when, it actually rained lightly outside, the rain fell from under the eaves of the corridor, densely covered like a big net, reflecting the scenery in the courtyard, and it also became foggy, this is not like the depressed and barren Suzhou, but a little more illusion of painting the bridge and smoke willows in the south of the Yangtze River.

When she went to the study, Ji Yixian was still listening to her husband's lecture, and the whole person was sitting upright, meticulous, although his face was cold, he couldn't see his seriousness.

Jiang Huan hid behind the window and quietly looked at the gentleman who was lecturing for Ji Yixian.

It's an old gentleman, his beard and hair are all gray, but his eyes are still energetic, which makes a deep impression.

Linglong didn't know where she came from, but in the blink of an eye, she walked in front of Jiang Huan: "Concubine Shizi, you have come to deliver medicinal food to the prince again." ”

Jiang Huan nodded, holding it with one hand and pointing to the study with the other.

Linglong was left by the first princess, and she has been adjusted very cleverly since she was a child, so she naturally understood what Jiang Huan meant, so she said: "That is a famous old gentleman in Chang'an City, and it was specially given to the prince by His Majesty." ”

"Because the prince is weak, he can't go to the generals, so he can only go as a civil official, and when he goes back this time, the prince will participate in the imperial examination, and His Majesty has great expectations for the prince." Linglong saw that Jiang Huan was going here again, so she simply talked to her about these idle things, "Speaking of which, it has been almost half a year since the prince left Chang'an, and within three months, there must be a holy decree sent to let the prince go back." ”

After Linglong finished speaking, she looked at Jiang Huan with a smile: "The princess hasn't been to Chang'an City yet, right?" ”

Even though there was a bit of kindness in Linglong's tone, Jiang Huan still heard the ridicule in her mouth.

Also, what qualifications does a mute girl with a ruined face have to be worthy of the prince who is deeply favored by His Majesty?

However, Jiang Huan really heard the word Chang'an.

Can I go back within three months?

Jiang Huan's hand holding the tray was slightly forced, and her eyes were gloomy.

Probably Linglong was also idle, seeing that she didn't react, she told her some things, all about Ji Yixian, and some secret past things that she couldn't usually detect.

It is said that if a man is weak in the crown, he must prepare the crown ceremony, and the father or the respected elders in the clan will give the word.

But Ji Yixian was weak last year, but he did not perform the crown salute, and the king of Guangling did not give the word, as if he had never had this son, but it was His Majesty of Dayan, who sent someone to run thousands of miles and personally gave Ji Yixian the word.

Linyuan.

If it weren't for the fact that Princess Guangling was more affectionate to King Guangling than Jin Jian, she really had to doubt whether Ji Yixian was the seed of King Guangling or Emperor Yan.

Standing under the porch for a long time, the drizzle stopped, and occasionally only heard one or two drops of rain dripping from the corner of the eaves, hitting the sound of hitting the stone steps, at this time, the closed door in front of him was opened from the inside, and Ji Yixian personally sent the old gentleman out.

As soon as he went out, Ji Yixian naturally saw Jiang Huan standing under the corridor, and he handed the old gentleman to Linglong: "Linglong, send the teacher back." ”

"Yes." Linglong blessed body, waist and limbs, stepped forward and helped the old gentleman.

The old gentleman was holding the book in one hand and Linglong in the other, and when he passed by Jiang Huan's side, he sighed involuntarily, and in that tone was a strong dissatisfaction.

Linglong turned her head and smiled apologetically, and then continued to help the old gentleman away seriously.

Jiang Huan walked up to Ji Yixian without squinting, and handed the medicinal food in his hand to him as if offering a treasure.

Ji Yixian turned around and took the lead into the study, and only after halfway through did he say, "Come in." ”

After hearing his voice, Jiang Huan dared to enter the study.

The smell of green bamboo in the study is stronger than that of the bedroom, and there is also some pine fragrance mixed with it.

She walked over, her skirt slowly wrapping up.

Ji Yixian's gaze swept over the medicinal diet, and a little indescribable emotion flashed in his eyes: "Are you here to deliver the medicinal diet again?" ”

Jiang Huan took the pen on the side and dropped it on the rice paper in front of her: "Yes." ”

"It's delivered, you can go down." Ji Yixian pushed the cup of medicinal food aside, saw that she didn't move, and said, "What, are you afraid that I won't drink it?" ”

"Madame personally sent it, even if there is poison hidden in it, the husband will drink it all without a drop." Ji Yixian's eyelids were reluctant to raise half a point.

For Ji Yixian's self-deprecating rhetoric, Jiang Huan would not believe it.