The white fungus lotus seed porridge was cooked, carefully put it into a bowl, and Chu Junxi walked out of the kitchen.

Without the dark clouds, the moon in mid-sky was a little brighter than before, and the branches of the spruce trees on both sides of the road were clearly visible.

Chu Junxi walked forward slowly, her soft-soled embroidered shoes stepped on the bluestone slab without any sound, and her shadow slid across the half-green and half-yellow dying grass beside the road, as soft as water.

Yuan Qingduo didn't like that there were so many people guarding the side when he was sleeping, so the maids who were originally guarding the inner hall were all driven outside, and they were not allowed to come in without a summons.

Chu Junxi helped Yuan Qingduo, who was lying on the dragon bed, to get up and make it, and handed a spoonful of white fungus lotus seed porridge in the bowl to his mouth, and the crisp sound of porcelain colliding echoed in the entire hall.

Chu Junxi took care of Yuan Qingduo very carefully, not because he died and he would be buried with him, but because seeing him made her think of her mother.

The same lying in bed needs to be taken care of by the children, the mother is pitiful, she is unattended when she lies in bed, and the same is pitiful for this poor emperor, there is no one to take care of him except himself.

Chu Junxi took care of him as his own relatives, so although the two did not speak, she was extra attentive.

After eating a bowl of porridge silently as usual, Chu Jun helped him lie down and cover the quilt, holding the empty bowl and wanting to leave, but Yuan Qingduo opened his mouth, "What's your name?" ”

Chu Junxi put the bowl in his hand on the yellow birch table carved with intricate patterns next to it, and said respectfully, "Slave Chu Junxi." ”

Yuan Qingduo seemed to be very tired, he closed his eyes faintly, his breathing was smooth, and when Chu Junxi was thinking about whether to take out the empty bowl, he said, "Do you know the rules of selling money?" ”

Knowing that Yuan Qingduo was referring to the funeral, Chu Junxi had already seen this matter, if this was the fate that God had arranged for him, then he could only accept it, "The slave knows." The tone was calm, without resentment or unwillingness, not even a hint of sadness.

"Are you Hou Yan's princess?" Yuan Qingduo's eyes were still closed.

"Yes."

The national strength is weakened, and it is reduced to using a woman to maintain the peace of the country, and the life of this woman after marrying can be imagined. The real princess has been pampered since she was a child, where can she stand the humiliation of such a lowly and cynical sake, so the princesses who are generally close to each other are selected from the clan, and even more are used as palace maids.

And the victorious countries rarely care about this, all they care about is the dowry of the country, the food, silk and other items that this woman has brought over.

Although it is a princess and a princess, how many real princesses are there? I am one of them, although I am the biological daughter of my father, but who cares about my life and death, in their eyes, I am not even as good as a lowly palace maid, and I exchange a princess who is not favored for the peace of the country, why not? It simply doesn't get any better than that.

Ning He, the title given by his father before marrying, protects Hou Yan's peace and tranquility, what a beautiful will.

How ironic it is for myself.

Yuan Qingduo opened his eyes and glanced lightly at this girl who had taken care of herself for more than a month, about sixteen or seventeen years old, her delicate face was thinly powdered, her eyes were like a pool of clear water, her lips were red and gently pursed together, revealing a sense of perseverance, not a beauty who was like a flower and a jade, but it was very comfortable.

"I'm tired, you go down first."

"Yes."

Yueniang was covered by dark clouds again, the night became darker than before, and when she walked out of the hall, a cold wind rushed towards her, Chu Junxi instantly had a dense layer of goosebumps, stretched out her hand and rubbed her arms, Chu Junxi quickened his pace.

The hall has long been lit with braziers, and there are special maids to take care of them. Returning to the warm hall, Chu Junxi felt much more comfortable.

In the past, when Hou Yan was in winter, the Reva Palace where he lived was not much warmer than outside, and he was used to the cold of winter and did not feel so difficult.

Halfway through the hour, after making sure that the emperor was asleep, Chu Jun took a pity to extinguish half of the yarn lamp in the room, and then put down the curtain on the bed, and prepared to sleep on the small bed prepared for himself outside.

A man in a nightcoat stood in the middle of the room, his face hidden by a black veil, leaving only a pair of eyes staring at the sleeping man on the bed.

His eyes were dark and bright, like black gems, shining with a cold, sharp luster in the night.

Chu Junxi's heart instantly rose to his throat, black night clothes, he was an assassin?

"Who are you?" Chu Junxi's heart was pounding, and it was clearly audible in this silent inner room, and even now, she still had the courage to ask.

The other party didn't speak, didn't even look at her, stared at the figure on the bed as if she didn't exist, and walked towards the bed unhurriedly. Chu Junxi could even feel the cold air brought from outside on his body.

The second prince is on an expedition, and there is only the eldest prince Yuan Yuheng in the palace, isn't this person sent by him to assassinate the emperor?

The words for help were blocked before he could shout out, Chu Junxi's eyes widened in horror, forgetting to breathe, was he going to die? Is tonight my death?

"Don't make a sound." The deliberately restrained voice was deep and deep, with an unquestionable momentum, just like him.

Chu Junxi blinked and said that he would cooperate, and at this time, only by cooperating could he have any hope of survival. Unexpectedly, he let go of the hand that imprisoned him, stood beside the bed, and looked at the person on the bed through the curtain, with a solemn expression.

Chu Junxi looked at this black-clothed man who appeared inexplicably, his figure was slender and straight, he could feel his strong and powerful arms when he imprisoned himself just now, and his body exuded an indifferent and majestic momentum that no one could question.

An assassin wouldn't stand here quietly with such a look, who was he? What is he going to do?

The large inner room was silent, and the air in the room seemed to be frozen. The dim candlelight hit the man in black, draining some of the cold aura from his body.

The hour had passed, and when I entered the sea, the night outside the window became heavier and darker.

The man in black finally stopped looking at the sleeping man on the bed, turned around and stepped out of the window, and the black figure disappeared into the thicker night, "Take good care of him." "The man is gone, but the sound has not died down.

Chu Junxi walked to the window and looked out through the window, the man in black had long disappeared without a trace, everything was as usual outside, and even the leaves in front of the window did not move.

That person's martial arts must be extremely high, Chu Jun thought so, closed the window and went back to his bed to sleep.

Although Hou Yan himself is a princess who is not favored, he has never done the work of serving people, so when he first arrived in Guyu to serve the emperor, he was a little busy doing things, especially combing his hair, and he was afraid that he would be punished for scratching the emperor, so he tried to lighten the strength on his hand, so that the hair rope was too loose, and the emperor's hair fell apart before noon several times. Fortunately, after these days of exercise, she has become proficient in practice.

After serving the emperor to finish breakfast, Chu Junxi sent the empty dishes back to the kitchen, and when he came back, he found that the emperor had fallen asleep, and when he wanted to go out after the quilt was covered, he found that the emperor's face was very red, and after screaming a few times, the emperor still did not wake up, and he boldly put his hand on the emperor's forehead, and the tentacles were hot.

Hurriedly called the maid outside to ask for the imperial doctor, saw the golden basin placed under the window, put the white towel on the side of the basin into cold water to soak, wrung it out and put it on the emperor's forehead.

The imperial doctor hurriedly came with a medicine box on his back, because he was a little out of breath all the way, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his head in the early winter weather, "Weichen Xiu Wenhao knocked to see the emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live." ”

"It is important for the imperial doctor to diagnose and treat the emperor's condition."

Chu Junxi stood aside, since he took care of the emperor, although the emperor's illness was serious, he had never had such a sudden illness, could it be that he neglected something yesterday?

Suddenly thinking of the man in black last night, Chu Junxi's heart skipped a beat, could it be that he did something? If the man in black did what he was told, who would be the one who sent him? Yuan Yongyan, the second prince who is far away in the sky, or Yuan Yuheng, the eldest prince who is close in front of him?

Chu Junxi felt that the undercurrent in the palace had begun to loom.