Concubine, don't flirt: His Royal Highness is hiding something

Yu Qiqi was seriously injured and lay on the soft couch for several days.

When she woke up, she only saw A Jian and Zhao Niang, but not Nangong Yan.A Jian said that Nangong Yan has been singing with Lu Yin in Changhuan Palace.

She twitched the corners of her lips and drank the soup that A Jian handed over.

"Yu Qiqi!"

In the evening, when she heard cold reprimands from outside the palace gate, her eyelids jumped.

Nangong Yan came to her bedroom, dressed in a gold silk-trimmed robe embroidered with jade unicorns, under the reflection of candlelight all over the hall, it made him even more noble and aloof.

Wherever the hem of the clothes brushed, there was a touch of cold air.

Seeing him, Ah Jian immediately picked up the long sword at the side, unsheathed it, and pointed it at him.

A cold light flashed across Nangong Yan's deep eyes, he stared at Yu Qiqi who was leaning on the soft pillow, "Is this the good slave you taught?"

How dare you point your sword at your master like this.

"Ajian."

Yu Qiqi called Ah Jian, and she tightened her hand holding the long sword, and then slowly let go.

Yu Qiqi asked Ah Jian to retreat, and only she and Nangong Yan were left in the empty bedroom.

"Wanniang's matter, I will not let you go." His eyeballs were like two cold arrows, shooting towards her coldly, as if they were about to pierce two holes in Yu Qiqi's body.

Wanniang is Luyin's honorific title in the East Palace.

Yu Qiqi's slightly rolled eyelashes trembled, "I'm here to save you."

Nangong Yan snorted coldly, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his warm eyes, "Are you people from Nanzhao so shameless?"

"Nangong Yan!"

For a moment, Yu Qiqi tightly clenched the corner of the quilt with her hands, and the blood on her forehead was surging. She hated him for saying this very much.

"Don't forget, Yanjing's soldiers and horses are still stationed in Nanzhao territory." He deliberately reminded.

Her sullen eyes slowly dimmed, and she replied resignedly, "I didn't lie to you."

"Tomorrow, you will copy the Buddhist scriptures a hundred times to rescue the lost fetus in Wanniang's womb. After that, go to the Changhuan Hall to apologize to Wanniang."

He didn't believe what she said, not a word of it.

Seeing his golden silk-trimmed robe disappearing from the hall little by little, Yu Qiqi's eyes were suddenly covered with disappointment.

In his eyes, there has always been only green Yin.

When reciting poems and painting, there are green chants.When playing piano and chess, there are green chants.When visiting the garden to enjoy flowers, there is a green song... In short, there is a green song in everything, but there is no her.

She didn't know why she rushed forward to block Nangong Yan's sword at the city gate that day, maybe she was afraid that she would become a widow if he died...

she does not know.

Moon quietly climbed up the treetop branches.

The next day, Zhao Niang prepared a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for her early in the morning, and opened the scriptures and put them aside.

A hundred times, Yu Qiqi would get a headache just thinking about it. Nangong Yan knew that she hated copying these things the most.

After copying the Buddhist scriptures, the sun had already set, and her whole body was aching.

A Jian took her to the Hall of Changhuan.

Nangong Yan was also inside, accompanying Lu Yin.

Lu Yin seemed to wake up for the first time, lying in Nangong Yan's arms, with long hair hanging down on his shoulders, entangled in his gorgeous brocade clothes.

Although her complexion was haggard, she added a bit of charming appearance.

Seeing Yu Qiqi, she was about to get up, but Nangong Yan's slender hand gently pressed her shoulder, "Your body is not healed yet, don't move around."

Looking at the scene in front of her, Yu Qiqi curled her two fingers under her cuffs slightly, no one noticed.

Lu Yin raised her eyes and responded softly, "Yes, Your Highness."

"Have you finished copying Buddhist scriptures a hundred times?" Nangong Yan questioned her, staring at her.

Yu Qiqi's face was a bit tired, but her bright eyes were focused on him, "I've let Zhaoniang burn it."

"what's next?"

He lowered his head and slowly rubbed Lu Yin's cheek with his fingers, his movements were gentle.

Yu Qiqi withdrew her gaze, and her slightly rolled eyelashes were filled with sadness, "Wanniang, I caused you to abort your unborn child at the city gate that day, I apologize to you."

Lu Yin was stunned for a moment, a little at a loss in her words, "Prince Princess doesn't have to say that, maybe it was really a misunderstanding that day."

maybe...

No one believed that she was trying to save Nangong Yan, they all thought that the sword in her back was accidentally done by herself.

"She apologized to you, and you took it."

Nangong Yan stopped what he was doing, he was venting his anger for her.

"Your Highness..." Lu Yin said softly.

There was a hint of charming atmosphere in the hall.

Yu Qiqi withdrew, and as soon as he got outside Changhuan Hall, a gust of cold wind blew in, making the leaves outside the hall whirling.

It was the end of February at that time, and the spring cold had not completely dissipated, so she shrank her neck, and A Jian wrapped the robe tightly around her body.

The two walked down the long stone steps, their robes blown by the wind blending into the boundless twilight.