"Mama, you have also seen my situation, but one day with me, I will definitely try my best to protect you." After listening to Mama Wang's words, Cui Yan had even more doubts in her heart, but she had not yet been born at that time, and there were some things that she had to find an opportunity to ask Cui Haoran.

Cui Yan pulled out her hand and put away the dressing box, "Remember to avoid touching water these days, the energy makes it breathable, and now it has a scab, and it will be fine in two days." ”

"Mother, your injury?" Mama Wang reacted at this time, Cui Yan's injury was also on her forehead, and the precautions she just said must be what she should pay attention to.

But this morning, she also deliberately cut the wound and covered it with bangs, which is not conducive to wound healing.

Knowing what Mama Wang was worried about, Cui Yan lifted her bangs, "It's already fine, I'm young and have a fast metabolism, and this scab will fall off tomorrow morning." ”

Although Mama Wang didn't understand what metabolism was, she was relieved to see that the wound on Cui Yan's forehead was no longer as hideous as it was in the Longevity Palace, and it looked like it was just an ordinary bruise.

Cui Yan said again: "Mama, you have a good rest, I still have to go to see Qinghe." ”

Thinking of the girl who saved herself from danger twice, Cui Yan's heart softened.

The master and servant looked at each other, their eyes collided, and there were some words that they didn't need to say, and both of them understood.

———I'm the dividing line———

Begonia Hall, candle flame flickering.

Xue Xiaorou was lying on the top of the concubine, her eyebrows twisted slightly. Xiao Yu sat on the side, without saying a word, and the low pressure on his body seeped people.

After being silent for a long time, Xue Xiaorou still opened her mouth first, "Yu-"

Just one word, the voice turned several times, and a weak pretty face added a bit of charm. However, Xiao Yu did not come over to comfort her or hug her as usual.

However, her coquettishness still has some effect, although Xiao Yu still has a straight face, she is two points softer.

She stretched out her hand and pulled up his sleeve, her bright eyes were a little aggrieved, and she looked at Xiao Yu like this, like an injured little white rabbit, looking forward to being pitiful.

"I am the Son of Heaven." Xiao Yu's voice was faint, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

In front of her, he rarely called himself "I", and Xue Xiaorou knew that he was really angry. Angry that she shouldn't listen to the villain's slander and murder the queen.

Although, in the end, she withdrew her hand, but Cui Yan fell into the water and almost died, which had nothing to do with her.

He is the Son of Heaven, there must be a harem, even if he loves her, he can't avoid such a thing.

Today there is Cui Yan, tomorrow there will be Wang Yan, Zhang Yan, Li Yan, he can spoil a concubine, or even give her the only love, but there will not be only one concubine. Moreover, with Xue Xiaorou's identity, even if he loves her, it is impossible to give her the identity of a queen.

She understands, she understands, but when all this really comes, she finds that it is not so easy to accept.

Xue Xiaorou hugged Xiao Yu and buried her head in his broad chest, "I know." I just couldn't help it, when I learned that you were going to marry the daughter of the Cui family, my heart felt like I was pricked by a needle. I'm afraid, I'm really scared of ......."

In a thick nasal voice, he trembled and said his fear, "Rou'er is so afraid, I'm afraid that if you have a queen and other concubines, you will forget Rou'er." ”

Wu Yu's pus voice was low, even if his heart was like steel, it instantly turned into a gentle finger.

(A certain monk: Ah, ah, it's all your fault, you fell in love with me easily.) ）