"Ahh Come! Suddenly, Yan Qing in front of him screamed.

When the maid brought up the light gong to Yan Qing's side, Yan Qing was squatting on the ground in pain, bleeding from the arm of her right hand, she pointed to the opposite woods with an uninjured finger and said, "The person who hurt me went there, he is wearing a black hat!" ”

The maid glanced in the direction Yan Qing pointed and looked back, and when she saw the person behind Yan Qing, she said, "Prince Anchen, my subordinates have important things to do, please help take care of Mrs. ”

Yan Qing didn't know that there was someone behind her, and after the maid left, she turned to look at An Chen and asked, "When did you come?" Her expression was a little nervous.

"There's a stream ahead, I'll take you to clean your wounds." An Chen didn't answer, but just looked at Yan Qing from the beginning meaningfully, put aside his words, and then turned around

An Chen tore off Yan Qing's torn off the cut sleeve from the fracture, dipped it in water and carefully cleaned her wound, then took out the medicine bottle from his arms and sprinkled the medicine on the wound, and quickly tore off a strip of cloth from his robe to bandage Yan Qing.

During the bandaging process, the two never spoke, Yan Qing occasionally peeked at An Chen, but An Chen never looked up at her.

Until An Chen took the initiative to speak: "Want to go to the market to play?" ”

"Yes." Yan Qing responded softly.

"Don't do this stupid thing in the future, a rusty dagger might destroy your arm."

"Got it, thank you." Yan Qing felt sad for a while, An Chen really saw it, in fact, being stabbed was just a play she directed and acted after seeing the abandoned dagger on the ground, and An Chen was an unexpected guest of this play, but Yan Qing was not worried that An Chen would tell Ji Sijun about it, and after she thanked her, she was sure that he wouldn't.

"Go back to the carriage and I'll go with you." An Chen asked Yan Qing to get into the carriage first, and then he got into the carriage without knowing what he said to the groom, and the carriage turned around after a while.

The most prosperous street in the capital is full of people, and in the most famous restaurant, Yan Qing insisted on not having a private room alone, and An Chen and An Chen chose a window position on the second floor.

"Brother Anchen is so lively outside, it would be nice if I could come here every day to play." Yan Qing propped up the window with both hands and looked curiously at everything outside the window.

An Chen didn't answer, just quietly looked at Yan Qing's back, listening to her keep talking, sometimes excited, and a little regretful.

After looking at the scenery outside the window for a while, Yan Qing sat back in his position and began to look at other customers, watching others talk and laugh, not to mention how much he wanted to come forward to talk.

"Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom."

I don't know which student suddenly chanted a poem, Yan Qing heard the prestige, and saw that the person was holding a pear blossom in his hand, and the white pear blossom looked like a noble goddess from a distance.

"Thousands of trees, pear blossoms, pear blossoms." Yan Qing chanted softly, her thoughts were messy in an instant, and her mind was full of a scene of pear blossoms flying in the sky, and a figure of a woman in white.

"Brother Anchen, my head hurts so much~ My heart is so uncomfortable, I'm almost out of breath~" The picture changed suddenly, Yan Qing squatted on the ground with her head in her arms, her head seemed to be about to be exploded by those sudden pictures, and she was even breathing in pain.

"Qing'er!" An Chen nervously walked around to Yan Qing, and his wide sleeves swept the teacup to the ground and shattered it into pieces.

"Brother Anchen, I hurt~"

"Qing'er, did you take medicine yesterday?" An Chen took a pulse, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

"Brother Anchen, the medicine you prescribed is getting more and more bitter, I can't drink it, I secretly poured it yesterday." Yan Qing gasped heavily, his forehead was already covered with fine sweat, but his limbs were cold.

"Open your mouth and take this pill." An Chen picked up Yan Qing, who was curled up in a ball, and poured out a small black pill from the porcelain bottle in his arms.