Nangong Jing saw Qianqian lying on the stone table with his arm on his pillow, and his other hand kept drawing circles on the table.

It was approaching evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled a faint orange on her.

Seeing this scene, Nangong Jing felt that somewhere in his heart had become softer, and a warm feeling spread from his heart to his whole body in an instant.

What does it feel like?

Nangong Jing pondered seriously in his heart for a long time,

Yes, it's warm,

Nangong Jing stood quietly aside, looking at her, far away, her dark pupils under her thick long eyelashes faintly glowed with soft light, with a shallow smile on the corner of her lips, but she frowned from time to time,

Nangong Jing thought to herself in her heart: What is she thinking?

I wanted to go up and ask her why she didn't bring me food, but the words came to his lips, but he couldn't ask, he didn't really want to use her as a maid, but suddenly without her shadow, he felt very unaccustomed.

After thinking about it, I still chose to turn around and leave silently,

Qianqian had already caught a glimpse of the long figure on the side, she deliberately didn't look at him, but she hadn't thought it through yet.

Finally, after thinking about it for a long time, she still decided to pretend not to know,

Since he didn't want to let him know about his poisoning, she pretended not to know, and accompanied him in her own way.

His own way, whether he accepts it or not, anyway, she has made up her mind,

In fact, she can understand that no one wants to have a little bit of other things mixed in the relationship, such as: sympathy,

In fact, it's just self-esteem, there are so many poor people in the world, she won't be so sympathetic that everyone cares, everyone feels distressed, and she loses all her feelings.

is the only one for him, no matter what kind of feelings, even if he is sympathetic to the bottom line, sympathetic to the point that even if he knows that once he starts, he may not be able to recover in the end, it doesn't matter.

Inexplicably, a word "widow" popped up in my head,

T_T, is she the one who needs to be sympathized? pity her watery years, after all, she is going to be completely ruined for this man,

Ziyan said, although the poison is difficult to solve, but their master is not a doctor and Nangong Jing's master knows that they are looking for a way to detoxify everywhere, and there may be a glimmer of life.

Qianqian looked at the gradually blurred figure, and said silently in her heart: Nangong Jing, even if you go to hell, I will accompany you, I will not leave, and you are not allowed to give up lightly--

She didn't believe that there really would be a poison that couldn't be cured--

Nangong Jing walked into the bedroom, and was surprised to find that the original suite was artificially modified, the screen in the middle was removed, and there was a layer of bead curtain between the outer room and the inner room, and behind the bead curtain was a layer of red light yarn, which just isolated the line of sight.

Nangong Jing remembered Beibei's words in his mind, "Qianqian went to tidy up the bedroom for the prince, Qianqian was afraid that the prince would not be used to it, so he had to check it himself before he could rest assured",

Seeing this scene, Nangong Jing felt uncomfortable, so she still didn't want to share a room with her? Even if the middle is separated, she still has to withdraw her part,

Just before Nangong Jing's thoughts settled, the door was pushed open,

Qianqian saw the scene in the house and was stunned, what about the suite? Why is it like this?

Qianqian looked at Nangong Jing, and saw that there was still a thin anger and surprise on his face that had not completely faded at this time, so she just smiled at him, and then lifted the bead curtain and light veil to look inside.

Putting down the light yarn, Qianqian turned to Nangong Jing and blessed his body, "Lord Wang, it's not early, let's rest early",

After Qianqian finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the door,