The long street kisses the snow, the winter that freezes for thousands of miles, the drowsy sky, the fluttering snow, for many days, there is no sunny weather in Ningling City.

The whole mansion of the eldest princess was in a tense state, because their eldest princess had been in a coma for more than half a month after being assassinated, and the imperial doctor came wave after wave, and the decoction was also fed a lot, but it was useless.

Yi Jingxuan rarely burned the brazier, and there was a woman lying on the bed, the quilt was tightly covered, her face was as white as paper, without a trace of blood, her faint willow eyebrows seemed to have been carefully retouched, and her long eyelashes covered her eyelids.

"It's been half a month, why hasn't the princess woken up yet, but at this time, there was another incident in the palace."

Outside the house, Aunt Ji and Cui Ping stood under the corridor with sad faces, and Seventeen was still standing under the plum tree, he couldn't see clearly with his mask, but he could feel his sad mood, his eyes fell on the bookcase through the window, and she was still sitting there at this time to deal with official business.

But now......

Thinking of this, his hand holding the sword tightened, and a trace of murderous aura flashed in his eyes, and finally he closed his eyelids, dispersed the murderous aura, and continued to stay here waiting for her to wake up.

"Aunt Ji, don't worry, the princess will be fine."

Cui Ping gently patted Aunt Ji's hand, but found that her hand was so cold that it was biting, she was silent for a moment, and looked up at her, "Aunt Ji, you also have to rest well, if you go on like this, your body will be unbearable." ”

"How can I rest in peace." Aunt Ji frowned, her hands were clenched together, her eyes were slightly red, and she had obviously cried, "If the princess doesn't wake up for a day, I won't be able to sleep and eat for a day, and the officials in the palace are all white-eyed wolves. ”

"Aunt Ji, ...... you"

Cui Ping didn't move, and she didn't say much, she turned around and put her eyes outside, looking at the snow flying all over the sky, her eyes glanced at random, and she saw seventeen under the tree, and then looked away quietly.

The brazier in the room burned more and more, Changhuan sweated a lot on her forehead, her eyelashes moved slightly, she frowned slightly, the noisy dust turned into nothingness in an instant, and after a period of darkness, the dawn in her heart bloomed, and her blurred eyes left those heavy memories and slowly opened.

"Ahem......"

She sat up on the edge of the bed, clutching her chest, her eyes were a little confused, her eyes were less sharp, more peaceful, she looked through the window at the white eaves outside, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly.

In a moment, she lifted the quilt, sat up, put on her shoes, and stood up, for the wound was not yet healed, and a tingling pain struck, and she leaned against the table, her brow furrowed.

After a slight adjustment, she covered her chest and walked directly to the door, then reached out to open the door, and suddenly a gust of cold wind rushed towards her, she covered her chest with some discomfort, but did not say anything.

"Princess, you're awake."

Cuiping turned around and saw Chang Huan standing at the door, the surprise in her eyes seemed to overflow, she took two steps forward excitedly, then turned around and folded her hands and closed her eyes, "God open your eyes, God opens your eyes!" ”

"How does the girl feel?"

Compared with Cuiping's surprise, Aunt Ji was much more indifferent at this moment, because she knew that the princess was a person with a precious life, and she would never leave easily, she stepped forward and wanted to help Changhuan, but she raised her hand to stop it.

Seventeen under the plum blossom tree not far away, his body finally loosened completely, and he watched Chang Huan silently withdraw his raised foot.

That's nice.

Finally woke up.