Yu Qiqi was seriously injured and lay on the soft couch for several days.

When she woke up, she only saw Ah Jian and Zhao Niang, but did not see Nangong Yan. Ah Jian said that Nangong Yan has been accompanying Lu Yin in the Changhuan Palace.

She tugged at the corners of her lips and drank the decoction handed over by Ajian.

"Yu Qiqi!"

In the evening, she heard a cold scolding from outside the palace gate, and her eyelids jumped.

Nangong Yan came to her dormitory, and a gold-trimmed robe embroidered with a jade unicorn was reflected by the candlelight in the hall, which made him more noble and arrogant.

The place where the hem of the clothes was brushed was a touch of cold.

As soon as he saw him, Ah Jian immediately picked up the long sword on the side, unsheathed the sword, and pointed it at him.

Nangong Yan's deep eyes flashed a cold light, and he stared at Yu Qiqi who was leaning on the soft pillow, "This is the good slave you taught?" ”

Dare to take a sword and face it at his master.

"Notes."

Yu Qiqi called a note, and her hand holding the long sword tightened, and then slowly let go.

Yu Qiqi let Ah Jian retreat, and in the empty dormitory, only she and Nangong Yan were left.

"Wan Niang's business, I won't let you go." His eyes were like two cold arrows, shooting at her coldly, as if he wanted to stab two holes in Yu Qiqi's body.

Wan Niang is the honorific title of Lu Yin in the East Palace.

Yu Qiqi's slightly curled eyelashes trembled, "I'm here to save you." ”

Nangong Yan snorted coldly, and there was a hint of ridicule in his lukewarm eyes, "Are you Nanzhao people so shameless?" ”

"Nangong Yan!"

For a moment, Yu Qiqi's hand was tightly clutching the corner of the quilt, the qi and blood on her head were surging, and she hated him very much.

"Don't forget, Yanjing's soldiers and horses are still stationed in Nanzhao." He was deliberately reminding.

Her slightly stunned eyes slowly dimmed, and she replied resignedly, "I didn't lie to you. ”

"Tomorrow, you copy the Buddhist scriptures a hundred times, and you will overtake the fetus lost in Wan Niang's womb. After that, he personally went to the Changhuan Hall to apologize to Wanniang. ”

He didn't believe her, not a word.

Watching his gold-trimmed robe disappear from the hall little by little, Yu Qiqi's eyes suddenly covered with a sense of loss.

In his eyes, there has always been only green groaning.

When the poems are painted, there is a green chant. When playing the piano and playing chess, there is a green chant. When you visit the garden to enjoy the flowers, there is a green chant... In short, there is a green moan in everything, but there is no her.

She didn't know why she rushed up desperately to block the sword for Nangong Yan at the city gate that day, maybe she was afraid that she would become a widow if he died...

She didn't know.

The moon quietly climbed up the treetop branches.

The next day, Zhao Niang prepared a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for her early in the morning, and the scriptures were opened and put aside.

A hundred times, Yu Qiqi had a headache when she thought about it, Nangong Yan knew that she hated copying these things the most.

By the time she finished copying the Buddhist scriptures, the sun had set, and her whole body ached.

Ah Jian took her to the Hall of Eternal Joy.

Nangong Yan was also inside, accompanying Lu Yin.

Lu Yin seemed to have just woken up, lying in Nangong Yan's arms, his long hair hanging down on his shoulders and entangled in his gorgeous brocade clothes.

Although her face was haggard, it added a bit of grace and moving.

Seeing Yu Qiqi, she was about to get up, but Nangong Yan's slender hand gently pressed her shoulder, "Your body has not healed yet, don't move." ”

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yu Qiqi's two fingers under the cuffs curled slightly, and no one noticed it.

Midori raised her eyes and whispered, "Yes, Your Highness." ”

"A hundred times of Buddhist scriptures, but can you finish copying them?" Nangong Yan stared at her and asked.

Yu Qiqi's face was a little tired, but a pair of smart eyes stared at him, "I have already asked Zhao Niang to take it and burn it." ”

"What's next?"

He lowered his head and slowly rubbed Midori Moan's cheeks with his fingers, moving gently.

Yu Qiqi retracted his eyes, and his slightly curled eyelashes fell gloomily, "Wan Niang, that day at the city gate, it was I who caused you to lose the fetus in your womb, and I apologize to you." ”

Lu Yin was stunned, and her words were a little overwhelmed, "The crown princess doesn't have to say that, maybe it was a misunderstanding that day." ”

Maybe...

No one believed that she was trying to save Nangong Yan, they all thought that the sword in her back was her own accident.

"She apologizes to you, and you suffer."

Nangong Yan stopped the movement in his hand, he was angry for her.

"Your Highness," Midori said softly.

There was a faint hint of charm in the hall.

Yu Qiqi retreated, and as soon as he came out of the Changhuan Palace, there was a gust of cold wind blowing, and the leaves outside the hall were blown to a loud sound.

It was the end of February, and the spring cold had not completely dissipated, so she shrunk her neck, and Ah Jian wrapped her robe tightly for her.

The two of them walked down the long stone steps, their windswept robes blending into the endless twilight.