Chapter 202

"I see, Taiyi. I'll listen to you."

The jade cicada looked at Chang Ping in a dazed way. At a young age, he had such an excellent medical skill. He had a little more admiration in his heart.

According to Chang Ping's command, Yu Chan pressed Han Xuyuan with all his strength, and his wound was sewn.

When he sewed the wound, Han Xuyuan was in terrible pain. Jade cicada replaced his hand with his knee and put one arm in Han Xuyuan's mouth to let him resist the pain.

Sew up the wound, apply the medicine, and wrap it up.

"Don't worry, Madam Yu. As long as the wound is healed, it's OK. I'll prescribe some medicine and give it to your highness. It will be much better. "

Chang Ping lowered his head and saw that the jade cicada's arm was bleeding. He found a ointment from the medicine box and handed it to him.

"Madam Yu, this is Tianxue Yufu cream. After wiping it, it doesn't leave scars."

Jade cicada Leng there, she did not care about his injury, but Changping noticed.

The little maid in waiting by her side took over immediately, smiling and blessing her body.

"I thank the doctor for my wife."

Chang Ping nodded slightly, then left respectfully.

Out of the East Palace, Chang Ping sent a messenger to Yan Luoli. When he learned that the prince's condition was stable, Yan Luoli stopped asking.

The days of healing were the most peaceful for Yan Luoli.

She also knows that this period of calm can only last until your majesty returns to the palace. It's just two days.

Looking at the book in her hand, her eyebrows twisted together.

Close your eyes, take the book as a quilt, fell into deep thinking.

How can I find out about my mother?

Now that Xiao Zhengyuan is dead and no news is left, concubine Xiao is forced into the cold palace again.

Yes! Concubine Xiao!

The eyelids are getting deeper and deeper, and Yan Luoli's consciousness is getting farther and farther away

"Lil!"

Hearing the news of Yan Luoli's injury, Han xuyao, who is still on his way back, immediately arranges his troops to go back to the capital day and night.

I ran into Lingxi Pavilion and saw Yan Luoli lying on the couch under the big tree.

A pot of tea was burning at the table, a book in one hand was on his chest, his wrist was on his forehead, and his eyes were closed.

On his face covered with ice and snow, his frown slowly loosened and walked towards her.

He lowered his head and gazed at her face. As long as he saw her, his confused heart became calm.

"How did you come back?"

She jumped up, took his arm, raised her head, and looked at his face with a smile.

Han xuyao held Yan Luoli tightly in his arms.

This girl, where he can't see, always does something that makes him nervous.

Hold her face, deep eyes staring at her eyes.

Heartache spread, he bowed his head, blocked her lips.

Strong and overbearing kisses surge in, mixed with his worries, his reluctance, his gentleness

Hold her tightly in his arms. If he can, he will never want to hurt her any more.

"Husband, you, you hold down again, I will suffocate."

Yan Luoli opened his mouth a little painfully, and Han xuyao let go of his arm like an electric shock.

Hands on both sides, a little at a loss.

Doting with a little punitive to hold Yan Luoli's face.

"Yan Luoli, you have a lot of skills. When you come back from the border, you will fight!"

Hiss

Yan Luoli looked at his more and more gloomy face and grinned.

"That's not Mr. Wang. You're a good teacher."

Blinking his eyes, he put his arms around Han xuyao's neck, with some worship on his face.

Han xuyao's arrogance is gone. The girl is more and more thief, and more and more

The eye son has already turned, embrace Yan Luo glass, straight went upstairs.

Entering the room, he threw Yan Luoli on the quilt. Han xuyao turned over and locked her in his arms.

A sense of oppression came to her face. Yan Luoli turned her head and muttered pitifully:

"my husband, my injury is not healed yet."

Cough, cough

It was as if he was a fierce beast.

He sipped his mouth awkwardly, held her in his arms and let her rest on his arm.

Her hands caressed her long hair, but her eyes were worried.

When Xiao Zhengyuan was killed this time, his Majesty would be afraid of Yan Luoli.

At the thought that she might become the new target of his father, Han xuyao's heart was inexpressible.

"I'm much better now. I don't have to worry about it, but I'll have to bother you in the future to teach me martial arts and help me improve my physical fitness."

Yan Luoli catches Han xuyao's eyes, holds his face and makes a serious report.

He leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, I'll take care of you."Gazing at her affectionately, Han xuyao's eyes twinkled with light. He went to kiss Yan Luoli's forehead.

She grinned sweetly, got into his chest, and put her arms around his waist.

"My father is going back to Beijing soon, isn't he?"

"Well."

The sweet atmosphere became dignified. Yan Luoli knew that his majesty had doubts about himself.

It's not easy to find out about my mother.

Intuition told her that her mother's death had something to do with her majesty, father and queen!

"After my father's return to Beijing, I will tell him that you will no longer participate in the affairs of the imperial court, OK?"

At this time, she should be restrained.

Yan Luoli thinks about it a little bit. Yes, to retreat is to advance. Plus

"Well, I'm tired too. I want to rest."

Say, the head buries into his chest, coquettishly rubbed rubbed rubbed.

He raised his head to Han xuyao's ear and bit his earlobe.

This girl, began to be restless again!

The slender fingers lifted her chin, and Han xuyao turned over.

The curtains of the room fell, and the tent looked down.

"Lord, here comes the prince."

As night falls, Han Qi knocks on the door of Lingxi Pavilion and stands at the door, reporting with a stiff head.

"Let him wait in the front hall!"

There was an impatient voice inside.

Looking at the sleeping woman in his arms, Han xuyao stood up reluctantly.

"Brother Huang, what brings you here?"

Han xuyao walked into the front hall with a smile. He saw Han Xuyuan sitting on the top of the hall, pale and dark.

When did his highness, the prince, be so down.

When Han Xuyuan saw Han xuyao coming, he was surprised. Did he come back so soon?

The expectation from the bottom of my heart disintegrated, and the only flash from the bottom of my eyes went out instantly.

"Come to see Li'er alone. After all, she picked up her life."

His voice was low and weak. Han xuyao didn't adapt to it.

It seems that there is no chance to speak to Yan Luoli today. He covers his heart. As long as the wound vibrates, it will hurt, even if he talks.

That warm face, no blood color, should be wake up and then hurry to visit it.

What is his feeling for Yan Luoli?

Han xuyao's eyes can't help raising a trace of doubt. He clearly remembers that in the prime minister's mansion and Yan Luoli's fall to the ground, Han Xuyuan's reaction is much calmer than now.

"Li'er's injury is almost good. The emperor doesn't have to worry too much."

He opened his mouth without expression, his tone was light, and he couldn't hear any emotion.

Knowing that she was all right, Han Xuyuan felt relieved. He slowly got up and looked at Han xuyao with complicated eyes.

It was only after a moment's staring that a smile appeared on his face.

"Don't worry, King Jing. You should take good care of him."

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