Disgraced Consort

An Ru came to Yuanxihou courtyard with soup and was quickly admitted.

Gently moving the lotus into the main room, she saw that Yin Qi Cang Bing Hui's eyes looked like her, and when she saw her, this look seemed to be only looking out The corner of the spring is beautiful.

Really, it ’s very beautiful in spring, and the peach blossoms in March are strewn with colorful flowers on the branches.

However, the quietness of this room, but even the spring light coming in, could not be swept away.

Just like in the palace of the country, the sky of rose color was just to make his gray heart feel bright for a moment. However, he knew that it had always been self-deception.

His childhood experience made him think that life is like this. No matter what, he could not save his dark soul.

It wasn't until her appearance that his feeling of spring was bright, and the deserted ones, if they could grow a little longer, how nice.

Of course, in less than a year, too much happened in the end.

And she got along with him in this year, only a handful.

He withdrew his gaze and fell on An Ru. An Ru looked at him and looked at himself again, with a bit of joy in his voice, and a calm voice with a bit of reason:

"Honey, your soup."

When she said this, she lowered her face somewhat pretentiously, because Yin Qi Cang's upper body was naked, and a thick white bandage was wrapped obliquely around his sturdy chest, which made her blush and heartbeat.

In such a blushing heartbeat, she couldn't give him the medicine herself. She was afraid of an instability in her hand, and instead made him laugh.

So, she placed the tray in her hand on the side of the case, and she pointed to the bowl of medicine, indicating Yin Qi Cang.

"Huh." Yin Yao Cang reached out, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

She didn't like this embarrassment and continued with a brisk voice:

"Xiao Zhuozi asked me to give this soup to Lord Hou and said that Lord Hou would drink it soon."

This was obviously what she wanted to say, but it hindered her daughter's restraint, and it was planted on Xiao Zhuozi's head. Only this planting, Rao made Yinji Cangfu's lip slightly dipped in the soup, inadvertently Asked:

"It's Zhuo-Father-in-law let you send it?" Calling her this way is a bit uncomfortable.

"Yeah, Xiao Zhuozi's collar was pulled high, and he said that he was cold last night and his throat hurts, so I sent the medicine to the waiting master."

He frowned slightly, caught cold? Pull the collar up?

I'm afraid it's not a discomfort.

She knew her injury, but only sent An Ru to come to see him. She understood her intentions.

Only with this intention, he should not accept it.

He, Yin Qi Cang, the only woman who has visited the church in his life, is only one.

This point will not change.

Infatuation is really a crime, hurting yourself and hurting others.

In the past, he used disdain to disdain such infatuation, but at the end, it was so deep.

There is no place in the world, such as love and impermanence.

Drinking the bowl of soup medicine on the back of the neck, the medicine enters the lips and is very astringent.

The bowl lifted up blocked the bright spring light that came in, and the darkness before him was what he wanted.

The time to drink the next bowl of medicine was too short before putting down the bowl, and it was Anru who handed a small plate of preserves:

"It's bitter, it won't be bitter to use this."

He never eats such small snacks, and this time is no exception. He only put the bowls in the tray on one side, with alienation in his voice that is thousands of miles away:

"No need."

"Do you really need to order it?"

"I don't like to use sweet ones."

"It's not sweet, it's a bit sour."

acid--

Is this taste more suitable for his current state of mind than bitterness?

He glanced at the blue fruit in the dish. At this moment, An Ru took the opportunity to put the dish up a little bit, and his eyebrows smiled into the shape of a crescent moon:

"Try it. How do you know if you don't try it? This is the best way to get rid of the bitterness of soup."

The meaning of this phrase, the speaker, may not actually have the heart, but the listener, in the end, is in the ear.

However, I am afraid that it will not be removed if I try again.

Because of the bitterness, it spreads not only in the lips, but also from the bottom of my heart.

But, looking at those smiling crescent-shaped eyes, he couldn't refuse. The hand held a piece of green plum and put it in the lips. The fruit of the lips was really sour. This sour taste masked the bitterness in the mouth. Into the throat, between the teeth, but left a trace of sweetness haunting.

"It's delicious. First, the sour taste brings away the astringency in the mouth, but when you close it, you can taste it sweet." An Ru's brows smiled sweeter and sweeter, "This is for the Lord. ! "

An Ru put a saucer in Yin Qi Cang's hand, and with this stop, her fingertips touched him slightly, and when she retracted in a panic, her face was redder than rouge.

Yinqi Cang could see these strange appearances of An Ru, but he just lay back on the couch, and suddenly, his throat was sweet, and a red blood came out from his mouth.

Splashing on Anru's orange blouse, although infiltrated into the embroidered flowers, look closely, but still clearly discernible.

"Honey Lord!"

She screamed, Yin Ge Cang handed her the dish back to her, saying:

"This is not a hindrance, remember, don't let anyone know."

She reached for the dish and Yin Qi Cang wiped away the blood remaining on her lips with a pale face.

"Go out."

Fortunately, when the arrow wound on his back was bandaged last night, the carpet on the ground was splashed with a little blood. Today, I have to replace it with a new carpet.

Therefore, no one will notice when the blood squirting out has dried up.

Although An Ru ’s skirt was stained with a little blood, he did n’t have any clothes for her to replace. Fortunately, the splashed area was just some delicate embroidery, which was not very eye-catching, so I added a sentence :

"There is blood on your skirt. Change it quickly."

"But, your injury--"

"Don't come again." He said this coldly, closed his eyes, and forced himself to evenly regulate the turbulent breath in the body.

He violated the word on the duckweed. The meaning in the word was very simple, so that at any time, he was not allowed to help any of the two countries.

Originally, it was easy to do nothing, but because he didn't want to let her down, he didn't let him do what he meant.

Violating the meaning of the Lord is the small punishment and the big ring at this moment.

He was hit with an arrow wound, and he was forbidden to make big tonics, but the soup should contain the big tonics, and he thought that this was something she ordered to give him, and he really ignored the drink before drinking. Identify whether this soup is mixed with other contraindications.

These taboos also indirectly told him that if he had any difference, I am afraid it would be more than just a spit of blood.

Involved, it should be Xi Yan.

For example, if this matter is spread today by someone with ulterior motives, then the hearts of the 200,000 soldiers will surely worry about it. At that time, the spearhead will undoubtedly point directly at Xi Yan.

Even if Xuan Yuanyu wanted to keep this 'little Zhuozi', he would definitely lose his military spirit indirectly.

Lord Nalan Jingde, such a man who can even use his family, is no different from the devil.

And what he has to do now is undoubtedly a dangerous exchange game with the devil. He is a little careless and loses not only his life but also hers.

He was not afraid of death. If it were not for her, he had already decided to die as early as the day he broke the country.

"Cang, if you die, I won't live."

Only because of her sentence, even if it was a lie, still he decided to live.

Even if it is humble work.

Now, he can't die even more. Since she chose to come to Hangjing, he can live for a day and protect her for a day, right?

On his bare skin, there was a little sweat, and the spring outside was bright again, but it had nothing to do with him.

An Rubu walked out of the courtyard heavily, even if he told her not to tell anyone, but even if she could not tell anyone, it was really uncomfortable.

At her feet, she returned to Xiao Zhuozi's main room involuntarily. When the palace person at the door saw her, she didn't stop her. She entered the room. Xiao Zhuozi was lying on the recliner, and she was able to get out of the window with one hand. The peach blossoms entering the temple saw her coming and closed their hands, but their ears were red.

This little Zhuozi is indeed very womanish. Isn't it because of this that she is also in love with ‘him’?

"Miss, will you be back so soon?"

"Well." She carried the tray, took the preserves from the tray, and put them on the few cases beside the recliner. "This, for you."

Xi Yan looked at the empty soup bowl in the tray, hoping that his injury would get better soon.

When the light came back, it fell on the plate of preserves, but found that it was wrong. There was a hint of red on the white porcelain next to the plate. Her eyebrows were slightly cursed, and she focused on An Ru. This condensation just saw that the complicated embroidery on An Ru's orange placket was also dyed red that she shouldn't have.

This kind of red, she will not be strange.

It belongs to Yin Hong before the blood dries up.

"Are you waiting?" She asked this sentence, her eyes locked on the changes in An Ru's face.

"he--"

When An Ru was asked by this question, it was ultimately the heart of the little woman, who couldn't control it anymore. A teardrop fell suddenly, before she opened her lips, but when she saw Xiao Zhuo shaking her hand, she paused. Only listen to Xiao Zhuozi said:

"Hou Ye thinks that the injury hasn't recovered, and the prescription opened by the doctor can't help it. The young lady doesn't have to worry, crying like this, being seen by someone, it's bad."

Seeing An Ru's expression, she knew that Xu Xu's blood must come from Yinqi Cang.

Now that she knows, she doesn't want Anru to say it again, so that not only Anru will be more uncomfortable. And, if An Ruo crying out loud here, such emotions will not only infect people, but also cause unnecessary trouble.

There are too many people in this courtyard.

If the arrow hurts on the back, it will not appear on the side of the dish and An Ru's shirt, unless there is such an impulse when pulling the arrow, so there is only one possibility, he vomited blood.

How heavy is his injury?

Her heart can no longer be calm.

Ruo Ruo, if this arrow goes down and kills him, can she still sit so calmly?

If this is the case, then she will not be in the mood covered by the word guilt.

"Miss, this candied fruit, the minions are left to use. You can go back to Xiulou, and come out so soon, it is estimated that the old master of the prefect had some thoughts. Anyway, since today, he should not restrict the young lady out of the Xiulou."

An Ru picked up the veil and wiped her tears, but the pair of beautiful eyes, after a while, cried a little bit red.

"Well, I know, but, I just worry about his injury."

"Relax, here, there is no other, some are good doctors, it is not possible, the minions will also ask the emperor, let the courtyard be shown to the Lord."

After Xi Yan finished this sentence, she handed an exquisite jade butterfly on her belt to An Ru:

"Here, you take it back. If the prefect asked, he said it was from the Emperor's Reward. Thank you for making a woman red."

This, when I put on the **** uniform today, accidentally discovered that the one who was sitting aside was thought to be sent by Xuanyuan.

After all, she is a daughter, why would she not like these things?

This jade butterfly looks crystal-clear. Sending it to An Ru is also a complement to each other and can be an account.

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