"Thank you, Third Prince." Lin Xin'er said.

In addition to the sick body bones, this Ximen Yin is also very handsome, and he is also very thoughtful and enthusiastic in dealing with people, I heard Ximen Zhen say that the knee pads that Ximen Che used for himself were borrowed from Ximen Yin, that is to say, when she didn't see Ximen Yin, Ximen Yin had already helped her.

It is said that the three princes have the legacy of the Leng family of the previous dynasty, and they do have a bit of a "virtuous" style and are helpful.

In this way, Ximenyin is the easiest person to get along with in this palace.

does not have the supremacy of Ximen Jinglie, not like Ximen Jingxuan's indifference of rejecting people, nor is it like Ximen Che's wanton behavior and Ximen Zhen's ruffianism, he is a relatively ordinary person, and he is the only person who makes Lin Xin'er have a good impression when they meet for the first time.

Ximen Yin smiled slightly and asked the maid to serve tea to Lin Xin'er.

"This is the best health tea, and I am the only one in the entire palace who has this kind of body conditioning thing here." Ximen Yin said, "I am sick and weak all the year round, and I can't do without these, and it is also good for the imperial aunt to drink some." ”

"Third Prince Xie." Lin Xin'er politely took the tea.

Looking at Ximen Yin's sick and weak appearance, it is really worrying, fortunately, he was born and raised in the palace, if he was born in a poor family, it is estimated that he would have died a long time ago.

"Aunt Huang is polite." Ximenyin walked to the back of the piano seat and sat down, flicking his fingers to pluck the strings in front of him.

The melodious sound of the piano flowed from Ximen Yin's fingertips, swirling above the Cuizhu Pavilion, and the palace people guarding the Cuizhu Pavilion were really blessed.

Lin Xin'er is a person who understands the piano, and her superb piano skills are a blockbuster at the palace banquet. And Ximenyin's piano skills are by no means below her. Lin Xin'er listened to the sound of Ximenyin's piano and thought, if the emperor went up to find Ximenyin and the qinist to play the piano that day, there would be nothing to do with her, it seems that neglecting Ximenyin was a big mistake in her plan that day, but it happened that she stood up in advance and did not give the emperor a chance to find Ximenyin.

Ximenyin's piano sound is very euphemistic, as if recalling the good past.

Lin Xin'er listened to it as if she was fascinated, and her memory seemed to go back to eight years ago, and her short time with that nameless young man, protected by him, was the most beautiful and warm scene she kept in her memory.

Ximenyin's piano sound brought her to that time, and the scenes appeared clearly, but unfortunately the young man's face was covered with blood, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

Lin Xin'er regretted a little, why didn't she think of using rain to help him wipe the blood on his face at that time? I just know that I sit stupidly in the hole.

But what about knowing what it looks like? In the vast sea of people, do you really expect to meet again?

Lin Xin'er smiled self-deprecatingly, and casually took out the knife she had specially brought with her before entering the palace from her arms.

Pull out the scabbard, and the knife is still as bright as it was eight years ago.

The special feature of this knife is that the handle is in the shape of a meniscus, rather than a straight one like a general dagger, which should be rare in the world, and it is probably specially made.

Ximenyin's piano sound suddenly became urgent, as if the beautiful encounter was shattered in an instant, and it stopped abruptly with the undulating sound of the piano.

Lin Xin'er's hand shook, and the knife fell to the ground with a thud.

Ximenyin's piano is not a killer magic sound, it can't kill people, but it can drive people's thoughts, and they are happy and worried.

The crisp collision sound of the knife hitting the ground brought Lin Xin'er, who was temporarily distracted, back to reality, and was ready to get up and get out of bed to pick up the knife.

The knife fell in front of the piano, and Ximen Yin got up and bent down to pick it up first.

"This knife is the Imperial Aunt's possession?" Ximen Yin walked to the bed and handed the knife back to Lin Xin'er.

Lin Xin'er took the knife, inserted it into the scabbard, nodded and said, "Yes, this knife has been with me for eight years. As long as I go out, I will bring it, and I always feel more peaceful. ”

Lin Xin'er is telling the truth, when she was still very weak, with this knife, she would feel a lot more at ease, as if there was a protective power in the dark, and even now, with this knife, she felt that it would be a lot safer, and she invisibly developed a dependence on it. Actually, you don't need to hold it, you just carry it on your body.

However, for fear of losing it inadvertently, Lin Xin'er rarely carries it with her, this time when she entered the palace, in order to be able to find the imperial doctor as soon as possible, Lin Xin'er specially brought it, hoping that it could bring her aura and ensure that she found it as soon as possible.

"Well, it's a knife like no other." Ximen Yin said, his eyes falling on the special hilt.

"yes, I love this crescent moon too." Lin Xin'er nodded.

Fortunately, it was Ximen Yin who saw this knife, and if she was someone else, maybe she would be interrogated one after another why she entered the palace with a knife.

People with a clear and clean heart will not think complicated, only people with killing evil in their hearts will think badly when they encounter trouble.

It's rare that there is an untainted person like Ximen Yin in the palace, probably because he is weak and destined to be unable to pay attention to power, so he died early, right?

"Did the imperial aunt ever think that the crescent moon was originally a couple?" Ximen Yin asked.

"You mean there are two of these knives in a pair?" Lin Xin'er asked, bowing her head and stroking the crescent moon, "This is probably only known to the original owner of the knife." ”

"This knife wasn't originally the emperor's aunt's?" Ximenyin asked very casually.

"Of course not." Lin Xin'er smiled and put away the knife, "When I was in Northern Xinjiang, I inadvertently saved a person, and this knife is paid to me, hehe." ”

Lin Xin'er half-truthfully and half-jokingly told Ximen Yin the origin of the knife.

"Oh, the imperial aunt has lived in a windy and sandy place like Northern Xinjiang since she was a child." Ximenyin's eyes looked out the window, flashing with a little expectation.

A sick and weak person like him can probably only die in the palace, not to mention the north and south of the two frontiers that can dominate the storm, even a few feet away from the palace, he rarely sets foot in the place, thinking that eight years ago, he was also a prince with a strong body, and he followed his mother to avoid the war in a hurry.

The catastrophe eight years ago was actually a turning point in the lives of many people.

"The illness of the third prince should be seen by famous doctors from all walks of life, what is it?" Lin Xin'er saw the loss that gently crossed Ximenyin's eyes and asked.

"In addition to being nurtured all day long, they are all helpless." Ximenyin sighed softly, he should have recognized such a reality a long time ago.

"It's all so useless?" Lin Xin'er frowned, this is a bit similar to her master, it is useless to search for famous doctors in the world, and in the end she can only put her hope on the mysterious imperial doctor who lured to the concubine.

"Didn't the imperial doctor who eloped with Concubine Ru catch it back then? I heard that he is the descendant of the divine doctor of the Guigu Valley, and his medical skills must be extremely high, but the third prince has not seen him? Lin Xin'er asked quietly.