"Boom."

This time, the movement in the small courtyard seemed to be even bigger, accompanied by some small moans.

It seems to be the voice of human pain.

The sunlight shines through the branches and green leaves, shining on Qinglian's slender little face, a little strong but not dazzling, there can't be someone sick inside, the little body turned his head, and stretched out his head to look at the courtyard between the doors.

There is a lot of desolation, there are a few flowers and plants planted alone, there is already a phenomenon of semi-withering, the small pine tree is also half dead, the courtyard inside is quite large, and the sound seems to be coming from the innermost room!

The devil sent the gods, and he stepped on the embroidered shoes and went inside.

"Hello, anyone? Someone's words can make a sound. This time, the soft voice was tainted with the smell of fear.

Walking to the door of the big room, it should be this one, but she was not sure, so she reached out and pushed the door, and with a "squeak", the door opened.

The room is very tidy, the purple checkered curtain, the white wall, the diamond flower bronze mirror, in the middle of the room is a pear blossom marble case, the case is stacked with various celebrity stickers, and there are four treasures such as treasure inkstone and pen holder.

The whole room exudes an understated and luxurious atmosphere.

There is a man in a moon-white brocade robe lying on the ground, his hair is tied up with a bamboo hairpin, and his waist is tied with a jade belt. At this time, he frowned slightly, as if he had fainted, and looked uncomfortable.

"Childe, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? ”

Squatted down and gently patted his face with his slender jade hand.

Obviously, the man who fainted had no way to reply to her.

With a turn of his eyes, he saw a porcelain bottle of half-opened medicine in his hand, could it be medicine?

Got up and poured a little water on the table, poured out a little of the small balls in the bottle, and fed him with the water to swallow, and when he hesitated to help him find a doctor, the handsome man's pale face was a little better, not so pale.

Seven-year-old Qinglian couldn't carry this man at all, and she slept on the ground and was not clean, so after thinking about it, she took off the pillow on the bed and put his head on it!

Little hands caressed his temples and massaged him.

In the palace, when the nurse's head is sick, when she presses it like this, the nurse will smile and say to her: The princess presses it like that, and the old slave's head will not hurt immediately.

She has told the nurse that she can be called by her name, and she doesn't need to be called a princess, after all, her identity is not respected and she has no real name.

The nurse will say solemnly: It is the thirteenth princess of my Daqing Dynasty, and the slave and maid dare not cross the line.

Yes, in the eyes of the nurse and her little palace maid Chunxing, she is their princess!

It's only been two days since I came out, but I miss the nurse and Chunxing a little bit.

Guarding the man's side, Qinglian's eyes were slightly red.

"Hmm."

A man's voice broke the silence of the hut, and also pulled Qinglian's thoughts back, looked at his face urgently, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with a handkerchief, and said: "You're awake, if you don't wake up, I'll go to help you find a doctor." ”

Charming as jade, the anxious expression of the little face is not visible.

This is what Pei Wandui saw when she opened her eyes.

He had just been practicing the Inner Strength Mental Method, and he was accidentally rebuffed, and he really couldn't rush it when he practiced.

After this tribulation, he also realized the mystery of this set of mental methods.

It's just that this petite girl, where did she come from...

"Thank you, girl, it's better, I'll do it myself." Realizing that the little girl's hand was massaging her temples, Pei Wanwan struggled to get up.