Lan Zijin struggled to get up from the cold ground, and at this time Nangong Yu had already left, taking her Coiling Dragon Sword with her.

She lay back on the bed and covered herself with the quilt, the pain she could bear, and she cared more about the child at this time.

If it goes on like this, she won't be able to keep it.

Her own life had long been put on the line, but this accidental child was indeed innocent, and she really wanted to exchange her life for its life.

The iron door creaked open, and Lan Zijin subconsciously hid in the corner of the bed.

A maid walked in with a meal, placed it on a table not far from the bed, and lit a new candle, which was flooded with light, adding a little warmth to the cold secret room.

"Mother, please eat."

Lan Zijin didn't move, just stared intently at the food she brought, she was very hungry, but she didn't dare to eat it.

"Mother?" The maid saw that she looked dazed, so she called her softly again.

Lan Zijin got out of bed and said to the maid, "You taste it for me, how does this meal taste." ”

The maid is not stupid, she knows that this disgraced lady is afraid that the food is poisonous, looking at the poor lady's wounds, she picked up chopsticks and tried it for Lan Zijin, and said: "Niangniang, the food is very delicious, you must be hungry, eat quickly." ”

Lan Zijin picked up the dishes and chopsticks and devoured them, sweeping away the food brought by the maid.

The maid cleaned up the broken table, put the dishes back in the food box, and was just about to leave, Lan Zijin grabbed her, her eyes were full of sadness, and said softly: "Next time, will you come to bring me food?" I believe you. ”

The maid looked at her with pity, Lan Zijin was a few years younger than her, but she didn't expect that the master's life was worse than them. responded with a faint smile, hoping to make Lan Zijin feel a little at ease, and said, "Well, next time, the slave will bring you food." ”

"What's your name?" Lan Zijin asked.

"The slave and maid are called lotus clothes, lotus of lotus flowers, and clothes of clothes."

"I know, Naheyi, you must come next time." Lan Zijin looked at her with a lot of longing.

"Hmm. The slave and maid retired first. ”

Looking at the back of Heyi leaving, Lan Zijin said to himself: "Good name." The lotus is used as clothes, and the hibiscus is used as clothes. ”

Alone in this secret room, Lan Zijin stared at the faint candlelight, thinking that it was already the height of summer outside, but she couldn't help but feel a little cold, cold to the bones, so she had to wrap the quilt tightly.

The second time, when Heyi came, she brought some ointment, and she took off her clothes for Lan Zijin and gently applied it to her.

"Niangniang, your scar is simply miserable, such delicate skin, the prince actually did it."

"It's nothing, it's just a little injury, Heyi, don't call me Niangniang in the future, just call me Zijin, remember my name, my name is Lan Zijin, Lan is the blue of blue, Zijin is the Zijin of Qingqing Zijin and my heart."

He Yi didn't understand, so he asked, "Qingqing Zijin is in my heart?" ”

"Yes, it's a sentence from the Book of Songs." Lan Zijin explained.

"Niangniang, why do you want the slave to remember your name?"

"Because, there are not many people in this world who know me, and I am afraid that after I die, no one will remember me anymore."

He Yiliu frowned slightly, tears were dotted, and said, "Niangniang, don't say such unlucky words." Sooner or later, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will let you out, so let the slave maid bring this fine gold sore ointment, which is said to be applied to the wound without even leaving a scar. ”

"What about scars? I don't care, Heyi, are you married? The ointment had been applied, Lan Zijin got dressed, turned his head and looked at the lotus clothes gently, and asked.

"Slave maid, not married yet." Looking at the lotus clothes' expression, he was a little shy.

"It's great, if I could, I would also like not to marry for the rest of my life." Lan Zijin turned his head, his words full of sadness.

In Dongfang Wangcheng, Dongfang Luoyu sent several spies to Nangong Wangcheng to inquire about Lan Zijin's news, but it had been several days, but there was no reply.

He paced back and forth anxiously, uninterested in the government.

Dongfang Luo Qi rode his horse to the palace, ignoring the guards who asked him to dismount and walk, and went straight to the imperial study.

When he entered the imperial study and saw Dongfang Luoyu, Dongfang Luoqi hurriedly asked, "Brother Wang, is there any news of Zijin?" ”

Dongfang Luo Yu calmed his face and said, "Luo Qi came here at a gallop, but he really cares about her." ”

"As I said, Zijin is my friend, and of course I will care about her."

"Just friends?"

Dongfang Luoqi was a little angry when he saw Dongfang Luoyu asking like this, and said righteously: "Zijin is so infatuated with you, but you doubt the friendship between us?" That's right, we're just friends now, if one day, Brother Wang, you make her sad, or she gives up your relationship, then I will pursue her, give her a stable home, and never let her get involved in the struggle between countries! ”

Dongfang Luoyu was silent, he had long seen that Dongfang Luoqi's feelings for Lan Zijin were not simple, but he also knew that now Lan Zijin was his woman, so Dongfang Luoqi would not do anything out of the ordinary.

"I have already sent Duanmu Han and a few masters to Nangong to inquire about the news, if Zijin is still alive, it should still be in the Prince's Mansion in Nangong." Oriental Luo Yu Road.

"Brother Wang, let me go." Dongfang Luo Qi looked sincere.

"No, it's inconvenient for your identity to go, not to mention that Nangong Yu is very familiar with you, if you don't go back, Yu Chao will be uneasy and afraid of trouble." Dongfang Luoyu's tone was resolute.

"Okay then." Dongfang Luoqi said that he wanted to turn around and leave, and then turned back to Dongfang Luoyu and said, "Brother Wang, if there is any news, please inform your brother." ”

Dongfang Luoqi walked on the way home, in addition to worrying about Lan Zijin, he also heard doubts from Dongfang Luoyu's words, and what Dongfang Luoyu cared about more was the government of Dongfang Country.

And Dongfang Luoyu sat in the imperial study, looking at the mountains of twists and turns, he was very depressed and had a sad face. After sitting quietly for a while, I still calmed down and read them one by one.

"Yanyan is flying, and the pond is feathered. The son is home, and he is sent far away. Looking at the Buddha, weeping like rain. ”

In the secret room of the Prince's Mansion, Lan Zijin hummed an ancient ballad softly, revealing a little desolation, a little sorrow, and a little dazed. It makes people sad to hear.

This song reached Beiming Yiyi's ears, she didn't know who was singing where, so she had to ask the maids beside her, and the maids shook their heads, and they all said they didn't know.

Bei Ming was suspicious in her heart, and she was a little familiar when she heard this voice, but she couldn't remember who it was.

In the evening, Heyi walked into the rockery next to Nangong Yuzheng Garden with a meal, opened the mechanism, entered the stone gate sideways, walked through the dark stone road, and opened the rusty iron door.