I am cultivating myself in the palace

Nothing to say all night.Early the next morning, when the servants of Prince Yan's Mansion woke up to the sound of roosters and started a new busy day, Qingyan was huddled on the bed in the cold courtyard with a fever. The servant girl touched her forehead, her tentacles were hot, and she turned around in a hurry.

"Don't turn around..." Qingyan watched her turn around listlessly, only feeling dizzy: "I'm fine, I won't die."

"Bah, bah, what's not going to die!" The servant girl stomped her feet, "I'm going to find the prince now!"

"What are you looking for him for? It's not annoying enough." Qing Yan barely sat up: "It's better to go to A Weng and ask the doctor to correct him."

The servant girl suddenly realized and rushed out.Qingyan said in her heart that you should pour my saliva first?? There is no way.I could only rely on myself, but when I stood up, I felt more top-heavy, and after taking two steps, I felt dizzy. When I grabbed the teapot, I found that there was not a drop of water in it.The wound on the head hurts, and the wound on the hand also hurts.There was no food to eat, and Qingyan felt sad for a moment, she shed tears of grievance, she sniffled, and heard rustling noises behind her.As soon as she turned her head, she saw that white mink poked its head halfway from the door last night, staring at her with small eyes.

"What are you looking at!" Qing Yan casually grabbed a cup and threw it over: "Have you ever seen someone cry!"

The white sable was startled, and shrank his head back. The cup flew out along the door and fell in front of a pair of black python-embroidered gold soft boots. The owner of the boots suddenly paused. She frowned fiercely--is this woman addicted to smashing things?

He didn't sleep well all night. He originally wanted to go to Jiang's room, but he walked to the door, but he was blocked by the maid. Jiang rarely said that he was unwell and could not go to bed. Not only did he not show up, but even the door He was not allowed in.Mu Zheng had no choice but to go to Wen's room again. Wen's was naturally happy and served him with all his heart, but he always felt restless. Seeing Wen's cautious appearance, somehow he remembered to move to the house on his own initiative. Yue Qingyan from Leng Yard.

Talking about living in secluded self-reflection is nonsense at a glance.

"What's so good about that broken yard?" He couldn't figure it out, so he muttered.

Wen Shi, who was leaning against him and was expressing tenderness and sweetness, froze suddenly. She racked her brains to flatter Mu Zheng for a long time. About the princess moving to the cold courtyard?"

The man didn't hear the sourness in her tone, but instead asked her: "You said, why did she insist on moving there? Wouldn't it be good to live in the master bedroom?"

It's hard for Wen, how can she answer this, she is not a roundworm in Yue Qingyan's stomach, she hesitated for a long time, but she couldn't tell how ugly she is, the man was impatient, so she changed the way of asking: " Let's put it this way, the main bedroom and the cold courtyard. Where do you live if I let you live?"

This time Wen's face turned pale with fright, and he quickly knelt on the ground: "My concubine dare not think anything wrong! The concubine is my example, and my concubine is willing to follow the example of the concubine and move to live in Lengyuan!" Mu Zheng himself It was boring, seeing Wen's trembling appearance.Immediately bored, sexually exhausted.In the end, I turned around and had nowhere to go, so I had to sleep in the study resentfully.Xiao Anzi clicked his tongue in amazement, and said to himself that although the concubine and the prince were fighting in a mess, but since the concubine entered the mansion, the prince has never favored the other concubines, it is really strange that one thing is one thing.

So early the next morning, Mu Zheng, who was guarding the vacant room alone, couldn't control his legs and ran to the cold courtyard.Of course, what he said was that he wanted to see how miserable Yue Qingyan was, but in the end, he was rewarded with a teacup without giving him a hand. Lord Yan was either advancing or retreating with this step.He took two steps in the yard, Yue Qingyan in the room heard the movement, thought it was Yu'er who came back, and thought in his heart that this girl was moving very fast, so he raised his voice and shouted: "Get some water in."

Mu Zheng was stunned for a moment, a little at a loss, and Yue Qingyan's throat was smoking in the room.Impatiently waiting: "Hurry up, I'm dying of thirst!"

Because of the fever, the woman's voice was slightly hoarse, and the person she was talking to was Yu'er, so she had a slightly coquettish nasal voice.It sounded rather tired, and Mu Zheng had never seen her attitude like this before, and he felt a little unclear in his heart.The man glanced across the yard, saw the well next to the poplar tree, and thought about it.Still walked over.Standing by the well, Lord Yan looked at the wooden frame that drew water by the well. When did he fetch water by himself, and picked up the wooden bucket, he always felt rather awkward, and finally gritted his teeth and threw the bucket When the well was completed, he heard the sound of falling into the water from below, the man rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the wooden frame and squeaked and shook it.If this scene is seen by the servants in the mansion, they will probably lose their teeth in shock.

After a while, the first bucket of water drawn by Prince Yan came out of the well in a grand manner. Seeing his own image reflected in the water surface of the wooden bucket, the man had a rather complicated expression.In the hut, Yue Qingyan waited left and right, seeing that Yu'er didn't make a sound and didn't come in, she was really impatient, so she propped herself up and walked towards the door, muttering as she walked: "Yu'er, let you get some water. Don't you want to dig a well now?"

As soon as he arrived at the door, he bumped into Mu Zheng, who was carrying water, and spilled most of the bucket of water.

Qingyan groaned, she is now dizzy, her feet are weak, her reaction is unresponsive, her clothes are mostly wet, the well water is cold, she shivered from the cold when she touched it, and she was about to complain, but when she looked up and saw Mu Zheng, she was suddenly dumbfounded Eye: "Why are you?"

Mu Zheng was not much better than Yue Qingyan, the front of his clothes was completely wet, and only a small half of the water he had worked so hard to draw was left, the man felt annoyed.He also wanted to know how it was him!The two stared at each other for a while, then Qingyan finally noticed the thing in Mu Zheng's hand. Seeing the woman staring at the bucket, Prince Yan suddenly felt ashamed and panicked. Throwing the bucket into Qingyan's arms: "The water you want."

"Oh." Qingyan took it stupidly, and it took a while to realize——Mu Zheng fetched water for her himself? !

Before she could express her thoughts, Mu Zheng turned around and left. The panicked look was similar to fleeing, but just as he reached the gate of the courtyard, he bumped into the maid who rushed in angrily. After bumping into it twice, Mu Zheng couldn't hold back his anger: "You're a hairy man, don't you have eyes?"

Yu'er was taken aback: "My lord, my lord? Why are you here?!" Besides, why are your clothes still wet?

Mu Zheng was not happy: "Where is this king, do I still need to notify you for approval? Get out!"

The maid hurriedly lowered her head to clear the way, not daring to breathe.Mu Zheng gave her a hard look, and strode away, just after leaving the courtyard, he was thinking about where to go next, when he heard the voice of a servant girl from the courtyard: "Miss, why are you standing here with a bucket in your arms? Oh, why are your clothes still wet, change them quickly, you still have a fever, if you catch a cold again, you will be fine!"

Mu Zheng paused - did Yue Qingyan have a fever?He left in a hurry, thinking back, the woman's face seemed to be quite red, and she was not as energetic as before.The man frowned again, thought for a while and turned back, Yue Qingyan was no longer at the door of the room, it seemed that he was helped into the room by a maid.Mu Zheng walked over, stepped into the door, and heard the servant girl complaining to Yue Qingyan: "The concubine Jiang is too domineering, she won't let the doctor go, and Uncle Weng won't give it to him, so he has to say something to see a doctor You have to come first, come first, she was alive and kicking when she came to pick on us yesterday, how come she is sick today, she is obviously just pretending, the lady has such a bad fever! Why don't you go and talk to the prince!"

"Don't go." It was Yue Qingyan's voice, it sounded really weak and nasal, "I told you I'm fine, just sleep and I'll be fine."

"Miss!" The servant girl couldn't do anything with her, and stomped her foot fiercely: "How can you stand up like this? I will go to Concubine Jiang right now, and even if I rob you, I will snatch the doctor from you!" Then I heard The sound of pattering footsteps, and Yue Qingyan's voice trying to stop: "Yu'er?"

However, before the maid came out of the inner room, a tall figure blocked her back.

Mu Zheng's face was gloomy, and his words were chilling: "What do you think the Jiang family has done?"