After a while, Beilan Laiye didn't hear Yang Mingming's response, and when he opened his eyes, he found that it was Lan Qi lying beside him, half-leaning on the bed, looking at him.

She was stunned, and when she looked down at his face, she found that he was half-dressed and a little ambiguous.

"What is a grinding mirror?" Lan Qi asked her, at this moment she woke up in chaos, and before she remembered that she hated him very much, she replied along the way: "For example, you and Yi Nan, that is called broken sleeves, I and Yang Mingming, and that is called grinding mirrors." After saying this, she felt that something was wrong.

"No, why are you next to me?" Beilan Laiye still vaguely remembered that she was physically exhausted, and she fell on the case, she should have been sent back to Moyang Palace by Yang Mingming, but why was there Lan Qi on her bed?

She looked around, and outside the soft curtain was a mica screen, which was not her boudoir.

"I sleepwalked last night?" This is the only way to explain why she is here, and Lan Qi also handed her a "what do you say" look.

She paused, suddenly remembered something, took out the Fallen Moon Pearl from her sleeve, and put it in Lan Qi's hand: "Your things, return you." ”

Lan Qi paused and said, "Are you still thinking about the Shezi Flower Pond?" ”

"Yes." She didn't know what else to say to him. She walked out of the screen and saw a stack of hand-copied scriptures on a sandalwood table outside the screen, and the ink on it had not dried, as if it had been copied overnight.

She remembered that Lan Qi no longer needed to copy books, so what was the extra share...... She had the answer in her mind.

At this time, there was a sound of Lan Qi coughing in the screen, she couldn't bear it, and went back to look at him, and found that he had a bad complexion, and speculated in her heart: "You were infected by me?" ”

But then I thought about it, Lan Qi rushed to save her that day and scolded herself for standing by and watching, she was angry, but on the other hand, Lan Qi didn't know that he actually had plans to save her at that time, and when he came, he saw himself standing under the demon flower and laughing at her, and he was naturally unhappy for her.

She thought about it from another angle, Lan Qi protected her like Shen Tian protected herself, it was the same.

And it is not his wish to wet himself with the water of the pool, and he can only say that he is dead.

Thinking of this, Lan Qi also helped her copy the scriptures, and she really couldn't bear it in her heart: "You wait for a while." ”

Half a scoop of water, three pieces of ginger, boil for a quarter of an hour on high heat, and a bowl of ginger soup is ready.

Beilan Laiye held the soup in the green glazed bowl and walked back to the palace. She leaned into the screen and found that Lan Qi on the bed was still in a reclining position, unchanged.

"Although it can't cure the root, it can slow down the disease, you can drink it." She handed him the green glazed bowl, and Lan Qi's gaze fell on her green jade fingers, and along the smooth finger surface all the way to the whole hand, although it was properly maintained, there were still many sword marks on it.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch those scars, and just when his hand was about to touch her skin, Beilan Laiye asked him: "Let you drink soup, what are you doing?" ”

"The Demon Emperor can't be a good person to the end, feed me soup?" He was not at all ashamed when he spoke of these words.

"I can't." She shook her head, and in desperation, Lan Qi had no choice but to take the bowl, and just drank a spoonful, then said, "It's a little choking, remember to put some sugar next time." ”

Beilan Laiye is speechless, where is there any next time.

At this time, a woman's voice came from outside the palace: "I heard that Brother Lan Qi is sick?" Is he in the palace? ”

Beilan Laiye carefully distinguished, and knew that it was her voice. "You're leaving?" Lan Qi also heard the owner of the voice, and asked Beilan Laiye in a blink of an eye.

"You want me to go?" She thought that he was asking this way, subconsciously wanting her to leave.