Li Yuyan was about to wake up Mrs. Li, but at this moment, there were footsteps outside, the footsteps were hurried, and the voice of the mother-in-law just now.

"It's not that I don't want to keep vigil, it's just that what the old lady said is too scary."

Judging from the footsteps, there were a lot of people coming, and Li Yuyan's figure flashed and jumped out of the window.

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Back in his room in the Zhenbei Palace, Li Yuyan took out the fire fold and just lit the lamp, and Ye Yiheng's cold voice sounded suddenly.

"Coming back?"

Just now, she scared Mrs. Li unconscious, and she was almost stunned by this guy.

With a trembling hand, she opened the lid of the fire fold, blew calmly, and lit the lamp.

The room was lit up, and Li Yuyan put on a glass lampshade, and then looked at him.

"Why did Your Highness come here?"

Someone sitting in the chair stared at her for a long time, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting in her room.

Ye Yiheng saw the night clothes on her body: "Where have you been?"

"Marquis Ningyuan's Mansion." Li Yuyan was frank, and then asked, "It's not too early, is there something wrong with Your Highness?"

It was the middle of the night, and there must be a reason why he was waiting like this.

Ye Yiheng put one hand on the arm of the chair, her slender fingers were clasped one by one, and the girl in front of her was wearing a black suit, completely outlining her figure, her heart was bulging, and her thin waist was graceful.

Feeling that his heart moved, his eyes gradually sank, and he quickly opened his eyes and lowered his eyes: "My eyes are uncomfortable, maybe I want to be blind again, and I want you to get a few stitches."

Li Yuyan nodded, went to the clean room to wash his hands, and came out to get the silver needle bag.

Placing the silver needle bag on the table, she reached out to catch his pulse: "The temperature of my body has dropped, probably because of the intermittent detoxification in the past few days, which has led to the recurrence of eye diseases."

Ye Yiheng raised her eyes to look at her: "So, there is also a possibility of cold illness?"

Li Yuyan bowed: "Today, there are a few needles in the acupoints around the eyes, and you have to detoxify your fingertips."

"Going back and forth between the East Palace and the palace, it is inconvenient to detoxify every day." He sighed, quietly observing her expression.

"That's right, it's inconvenient to come and go in the middle of the night." Although Li Yuyan said this, he didn't think about it deeply, and he completely followed his words.

Ye Yiheng took the opportunity to clasp her wrist: "Can you stay in the East Palace?"

Hearing this, Li Yuyan looked at him.

The man's facial features are extremely exquisite, the contours are neat and distinct, and the slightly raised phoenix eyes and tails are like hooks that hook people.

Ye Yiheng stared at her with burning eyes, and her eyes shone with a gentle and delicate light, as if she had a rippling spring light: "Yan Yan, are you good?"

"Before the wedding, I rushed to live in it, and it was not in accordance with the etiquette."

Li Yuyan retracted his gaze, took out the silver needle, and began to disinfect.

"I lived there before, and now I live again, it's okay." He seemed to be very patient.

Seeing that she didn't answer, the corners of his lips curled: "Huh?"

The trailing tail note, lazily, drilled straight into her ears.

Li Yuyan shook his face, his voice was particularly evil tonight, clear but low, sounding inexplicably restrained and ambiguous.

"It was the emperor's order before, but now it's different." Li Yuyan pierced the silver needles one by one into the acupoints around his eyes, "Your Highness, close your eyes."

Ye Yiheng looked at her deeply, then closed her eyes.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he heard the sound of her breathing deeply, he licked the corners of his lips, and whispered with a low smile, "What are you afraid of?"

"What am I afraid of? I only think that people's words are terrible, and unnecessary troubles can be avoided if they can."

"If you don't live in the East Palace, then I can only live with you."

Li Yuyan's hand pricked with a needle: "You can't be such a scoundrel."

"It's okay to stay tonight, right?" He said with a smile in his words, "My eyes are uncomfortable, if I am half-blind, how can this be good?"

Li Yuyan gathered his mind and replied softly: "Whatever you want."

The words fell, and the acupuncture points around the eyes were tied.

Look at someone who is extremely handsome, eye

Zhou was covered with slender silver needles, and this appearance was a little funny, and Li Yuyan chuckled.

Suddenly, she thought that the cause of her mother's death had not yet been investigated, so she quickly smiled, sat aside, and clenched her fingers.

This woman smiled obviously, this laughter was lost, Ye Yiheng frowned slightly: "What did you find in the Marquis of Ningyuan's mansion?"

"The old woman won't tell me why my mother died."

"Your mother's death may be related to the incident of seventeen years ago, during this time, I will send someone to find some old people from the Ningyuan Marquis Mansion, maybe there will be a discovery."

"Okay."

The two fell silent.

After a long time, Li Yuyan took the silver needle around his eyes, and then pricked his fingertips to detoxify.

After being busy, when the two of them washed up and went to bed, it was already the ugly time of the second day.

Li Yuyan was lying on her side in the bed, staring at the top of the tent with her eyes open, when she was ten years old, Feng's mother and daughter poisoned her, just to replace her and her mother, why did Concubine Xian also poison?

They poisoned her, ostensibly ruining her appearance and figure, but at that time she had already been diagnosed, and they actually wanted her life.

She was only ten years old at the time, and she had no entanglement with Concubine Xian, so why did she want her life?

Or did the old woman actually lie?

Ye Yiheng slowly walked to the side of the bed, looked at all her thoughts, and asked, "Do you have something on your mind?"

"Nope." Li Yuyan tugged at the corners of her mouth and focused her gaze on him.

When she was ten years old, she had just crossed over, and it was difficult for her to explain to him what happened at that time. Once she says that, this person will definitely think that she is a youkai who has borrowed the corpse to resurrect her soul.

Ye Yiheng didn't force her to say, lifted the quilt and lay down in the quilt.

At first, he lay straight and honestly with his hands and feet.

In the middle of the moment, he turned to his side and reached out to hook her waist.

The sudden movement made Li Yuyan exclaim, "I was kind enough to take you in, what are you doing?"

She patted him on the back of the hand, but to no avail, so she wriggled and struggled.

She struggled like this, the hem of her bedgown lifted, and someone's palm fingers completely stuck to the soft flesh on her waist, so frightened that she didn't dare to move again.

Ye Yiheng used his arm to easily scoop the person into his arms: "I'm cold, you give me warmth."

This person was indeed a little cold, Li Yuyan's body froze, and he only said, "Go to bed early, there are more toxins solved today, and it will be warm to sleep."

As she spoke, she quietly reached for the hem of her bedgown, but was grabbed by his hand.

The skin under the palm is smooth and crispy, and Ye Yiheng must try his best to restrain himself so as not to make other movements.

After a few days of detoxification, his body temperature dropped again. If he has a cold attack during the wedding, won't he really have to bear the name of not being good?

His cold illness is incomprehensible to many famous doctors in the world today, and only the miracle doctor in Lin Qingge can only be found after thinking about it.

Ye Yiheng pressed her face to the top of her hair, and asked as if unintentionally, "Yan Yan, you said that before the wedding, can my cold disease be completely cured?"

He asked her to find out if this woman had the strength to cure him of his cold and take his attention off the soft flesh of her waist.

But the more I wanted to move away, the more I couldn't help but swipe lightly with my fingertips.

The crispy numbness on his waist made Li Yuyan stiffen, and he prayed in a low voice, "Can you not move your hands?"