The first rain of May came in the middle of this silent night.

The willows were swaying in the wind, and the red cloth hanging from the branches was shivering, as if it could be swept away with a little more effort.

Lightning struck, illuminating the dimly lit room and the woman's pale face.

He Lan clutched his chest, sullenly panting, the window creaked, Cai Run Ningle ran to fix the window, and then came in to guard the door.

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The wind and rain outside the window poured down without warning, and the man on the couch slept deeply, his eyebrows twisted tightly.

The rain never ended, and it didn't get lighter until the sky was bright.

If you want to leave, you just go to the basin of water, and when you come back, there will be no one in the study.

In the kitchen, there was a faint sound of kitchen knives chopping the case, and the man's movements were skillful, meticulously preparing breakfast, kneading dough, stuffing, kneading buns, steaming baskets, and adding firewood by hand.

The man's back was still wide and straight, silently making breakfast, and he felt sad when he stood at the door, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Until Lonely Yao squinted, there was still scarlet blood in his right eye, and the scalp of the person who looked at it was numb.

"After the steamed buns were sent over, they said that I had political affairs and was too busy to come, so I would go to see her in a few days, and if I shouldn't say anything, say less." Silence's voice was hoarse and low.

His eyes, stripped of the blood, were no different from ordinary people, as if they did not hinder his vision.

To clench your fists and bow your head slightly, "Your subordinates understand." ”

He knew that the prince was telling himself not to mention the matter of his eyes, let alone the matter of spies.

After the steamed buns were steamed, Lonely Yao left, and before leaving, he told the doctor to let the doctor check Helan's pulse.

Looking at the delicate buns on the steamer, my heart became more and more sour.

He didn't understand why her master was so good to her......

It's okay to laugh at herself, yes, she was originally a spy, and her purpose was impure from the beginning.

Holding the bun and heading towards Fanghuayuan.

To Ling Yaoli's surprise, at such an early morning, He Lan was sitting in the gazebo in the courtyard, his stomach was slightly bulging, his eyes were blank, and he seemed to be in a daze.

She didn't wear a heavy robe, but a plain shirt, her hair was slightly messy, and her cheeks were rarely bloody, and she looked bad.

But in the end, it is the prince's wife, and no matter how dissatisfied you are from your heart, you have to follow the prince's warning.

Took the bun over and put it down, "Princess, breakfast is ready." ”

He Lan's eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at him, and then at the bun.

She sat here before dawn, and the light rain drenched the hem of her skirt, but she didn't realize it at all, looking at the delicate little bun, her eyes were still blank.

Until he was about to leave, He Lan didn't ask about Lonely Yao.

Even if she had to say it, she seemed to feel something.

She became more and more suspicious, and Silent Yao knew.

He really knew......

"Crown princess, eat breakfast while it's hot, no matter what, you have to take care of the child in your womb, the prince has just ascended the throne, and naturally political affairs are busy." Cai Run looked at her worriedly and helped her into the room.

He Lan didn't know the taste, but he also tasted that this was a lonely Yao bun, and the taste and appearance of the bun were all the consistent style of Lonely Yao.

She didn't say a word, and it wasn't much different from usual, except for a little more imperceptible sadness in her eyes.

After breakfast, she leaned in front of the window and stared at the tree in the yard, on which hung a strip of red cloth with their names written on it.