Song Qing'an recuperated for a few more days, and almost all the people in the harem came to visit in the past few days, and even Liu Qiyun came to visit.

But Zhuyan stopped these people on the grounds that "the princess needs to recuperate".

Emperor Liang probably found out in his conscience, and felt that his behavior of calling away most of the imperial doctors was a bit excessive. In the past few days, all kinds of tonic medicines have been delivered like a stream, along with all kinds of rewards.

Bamboo smoke even dared to stop Emperor Liang, but he didn't dare to stop two people.

One is Song Qinghuai.

One is Pei Qing.

"Where's the princess?"

"The princess is in the inner sanctum, just taking a nap."

The bamboo smoke stood outside, seemingly blocking, but the body completely let go, revealing the half-open door.

Pei Qing glanced at the servant girl with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes with a smile, and stretched out his hand to push the door open.

Bamboo smoke was about to follow when the door slammed shut a few inches from the tip of her nose. Bamboo smoke touched his nose and turned to leave.

The doors and windows of the dormitory were closed, and only a lamp was lit by the couch, and it looked dim during the day. Pei Qing came to the side of the bed silently, pulled up the curtain with one hand, and sat on the side of the bed very naturally, turning his jade wrench slowly, and looking at the person on the couch with his eyes down.

Song Qing'an closed his eyes, his long crow eyelashes trembled slightly uneasily, and his pale face turned unnaturally crimson.

Song Qing'an began to have a fever a few days after he woke up, and Lu Chuan told him that this was a normal phenomenon that the residual poison had not disappeared. Thankfully, although she was hot, she never fainted.

Pei Qing lowered her eyes slightly, and her slightly cool fingers gently slid against her cheek.

Rarely did she be so quiet and vulnerable, like a fragile porcelain doll.

Song Qing'an slept unsteadily, and as early as when the door of the temple was opened, she was quietly woken up. It's just that she was dizzy and too lazy to move, so she continued to close her eyes and pretend to sleep.

When she felt the mattress on her side sinking, she slowly realized that it was not bamboo smoke that came in.

There is obviously only one person who will do this.

Pei Qing.

The place where his face was touched was crispy and numb, and Song Qingan was finally unbearable, and opened his eyes unbearably.

"The princess is awake." Pei Qing met her gaze very calmly and withdrew her hand.

Maybe it was hot, or maybe it was not long after waking up, Song Qing'an's original water-like eyes were a little loose at this time, and at a glance, they were hazy, like a cloud.

"The princess will be taking care of her body these days, and she probably doesn't know what is going on outside."

Pei Qing said in a low voice, most of his body was overturned, completely cruising Song Qingan in the shadows. On the dim bed, Song Qing'an's hearing became extremely sensitive, she heard the sound of brocade clothes, the sound of breathing, and ...... The sound of your own heartbeat.

Song Qing'an smelled the agarwood on Pei Qing's body, and his head was dizzy. She lifted her eyelids and saw Pei Qing leaning towards her, as if a light breath was spraying on her cheeks.

Song Qing'an's pupils shrank, but Pei Qing just helped her sit up and straightened the soft pillow behind her.

"What is the princess looking at our family like this." Pei Qing straightened his waist, his long body was like a pine, blocking most of the already faint candlelight.

Song Qing'an was shocked to lose his temper, his eyelashes drooped in panic, covering his watery eyes, and he was secretly annoyed.

After a moment of light and shadow swaying beside him, a porcelain white tea cup appeared in front of Song Qingan's eyes. The hand holding the tea cup was as white and crystal as bone china, and it made the tea cup a little dim.

Song Qing'an stretched out his hand to take it, and his soft black hair was like a cloud like night, and all of them fell down. She was still wearing a snow-white middle coat, holding a tea cup and taking small sips, the rising heat filled her face, and the dim candle flame swayed, which made Song Qingan look like a person made of snow.

"Does the princess want to know about the beauty?"

Song Qing'an paused, and turned his head to look.

Pei Qingfu sat down next to her couch again, and said lazily: "If it weren't for the princess being hit by that, I'm afraid that there will be one more person in the Prison Department right now." ”

"Didn't Pei Zhangyin say that no one has ever been able to get out of the prison department alive?"

Song Qing'an's voice was still sickly hoarse, and she narrowed her eyes and said, "If I enter the Criminal Prison Division, will Pei Zhangyin kill me?" ”

Just when she thought she couldn't wait for an answer, a low voice came from beside her: "No." ”

Song Qing'an's eyes lit up, like an inch: "What did Pei Zhangyin say?" ”

Pei Qing ignored her anymore, but took out a small jade bottle from his sleeve.

"This is an antidote pill made by Lu Chuan, if the princess takes it, the residual poison will be eliminated quickly."

Song Qingan didn't pick it up: "So what's wrong with Limeiren?" ”

"The princess probably knows... Her name is Peony. Pei Qing approached Song Qing'an's ear, "But the princess knows...... What's her last name? ”

Looking at Pei Qing's eyes, Song Qingan confirmed the guess in his heart.

“…… Jenin. ”

Pei Qing didn't say much, but Song Qingan roughly pieced together all this.

Ah Shao is actually a member of the Western Night Royal Family, but her mother is only the lowest-ranking palace maid in the palace, and she only has a position after being lucky. After the birth of Apeony. Because of his natural blue eyes, he was regarded as ominous, and he was bullied in the palace.

At that time, only Yening Achu, who was in a similar situation to her, occasionally helped her. But no matter what Jening Achu's mother says, she was also a concubine who had before, and Yening Achu was the prince again, and the two gradually had no contact with each other.

As she grew older, Ah Shao's beauty and blue eyes made the entire Western Night Royal Family quite jealous, so she was sent over at every opportunity.

Goodbye Yening Achu, the two only said one word.

He said to her, "O Shao, remember where you are. ”

On that day, after receiving the clay puppet sent by Song Qing'an, Ah Shao smashed it, and it was a thin silver bracelet that had not yet been circled. The silver bracelet fits the size of Ah Shao, and I want to know that Ye Ning Ah Chu had premeditated it.

Song Qingan was immersed in thoughts, but someone suddenly stuffed something in his mouth, and the bitter taste suddenly filled his entire mouth. Song Qingan's face changed slightly, and he was about to spit it out.

Pei Qing clamped her chin at this moment, lifted her face, and forced Song Qingan to look at him, his eyes were dark and unpredictable: "This medicine is hard to find, please princess for the sake of the jade body, don't live up to the kindness of our family." ”

Song Qingan wrinkled his nose, but he didn't try to spit it out again. To win Pei Qing's trust, first... Show full trust in him.

"After talking about Ah Shao, it's time to talk about the princess."

Pei Qing gently stroked her slightly messy sideburns: "Why did the princess pounce at that time?" ”

Song Qing'an took a sip of the teacup, diluting some of the bitterness in his mouth. She knew that her behavior that day was indeed a little abnormal, and Pei Qing would definitely be suspicious.

Was it premeditated or coincidental? Gain trust, or clear suspicion?

After a long time, she whispered, "I thought it was ...... A peony will stab Mu Zhi. ”

"The princess is too underestimated of our family, is our family like His Majesty?"

Pei Qing scoffed.

"Mu Zhi, it happened suddenly, and I didn't think about it that much."

Song Qing'an said softly, she looked up, her black hair was like satin, a little more delicate than usual.

"Really?"

Although Pei Qing pinched her jaw, his subordinates did not exert force. Song Qing'an suddenly leaned forward, easily broke free, her lips pressed up, the hall suddenly fell silent, and all Pei Qing's unfinished words were blocked by this sudden kiss.

Song Qing'an was satisfied to see the stunned in Pei Qing's eyes, he seemed to freeze, and his always cold face was cracked at this moment. Song Qing'an's eyes swept over the narrowness, and with a slight stroke on Pei Qing's lips, he stepped back.

"Now...... Mu Zhixin? ”