After Song Aweng left, Li Ping walked in sync with Pei Yan and asked him in a low voice: "Where are you going? Why don't you follow me out of the palace and go to the Grand Scholar's Mansion to have a look."
Pei Yan did not stop, but headed in the direction of Ning'an Palace: "Thank you very much, grandpa, for your kindness. My grandson will come back with you next time."
Li Ping opened his mouth, about to say something, but Pei Yan had already strode away, as if he was impatient to see someone.
Fuying drank the medicine and felt drowsy.
When she learned that Pei Yan had been pardoned, she felt relieved and fell asleep again. The medicine contained a prescription to soothe the nerves. Her vitality was severely damaged when she came back from Chonghua Palace, and Pingyang came to cause trouble.
I feel so weak.
She didn't know when Xie Zhou left. Fu Ying was sleeping uneasily. She vaguely heard the footsteps that were deliberately lightened, followed by the sound of quarreling. She couldn't hear it clearly, but she heard Pei's voice.
After the sound of inkstones was quiet for a long time, someone came to her cave and stood there for a long, long time.
Fuying tried her best and couldn't open her eyes. She was so tired that she didn't even notice that her sweaty little hands were being held in the palm of her hand.
When she woke up completely, it was already dusk on the second day, her throat was no longer so stinging, and she had gathered some strength, then she called someone in to serve her.
Yunye's eyes were red and swollen. It seemed that she had cried a lot. She carefully helped Fuying up: "Your Highness, are you thirsty? Do you want some water?"
Fuying gently touched Yun Ye's red rabbit-like eyes with her fingers, and asked in surprise: "Yun Ye, who bullied you?"
Yun Ye began to choke and sobbed until she was completely speechless. She looked at Fuying extremely sadly, her tearful eyes containing a sense of pity and sympathy.
Rumors have spread throughout the palace that Princess Ning'an is not His Highness's biological child!
In just one day, some people can rise to the top of the clouds, while others can fall from the clouds into pieces. Why is God so cruel, and how unfair is fate? How come such ridiculous things happen to the best people?
On the little princess.
Yunye suddenly rushed forward, hugged Fuying tightly, and cried in a low voice: "Your Highness, Your Highness..."
Fuying had a bad feeling in her heart: "Yunye, what's wrong with you?"
Yun Ye was heartbroken: "Your Highness, no matter what happens, Yun Ye will always be by your side and will never leave you. No matter what, you are Yun Ye's His Highness, and Yun Ye will fight to the death."
Fuying was a little dumbfounded: "Yunye, did someone bully you? Why did you leave me? Is the eldest sister trying to get angry at you because of what happened yesterday? Don't worry, I'll go talk to daddy and let him do it.
You make the decision, okay?"
When Yun Ye heard her mention the Holy Emperor, he cried even more heartbrokenly.
The Holy One is no longer the father of the little princess, but the father of the eighth prince!
The atmosphere in Ning'an Hall today was very strange. Fuying looked around with some confusion. Everyone in the palace had red eyes, looked sad, and sobbed in pain.
Fuying's uneasiness became more and more intense: "What happened? What happened to you?"
No one answered.
At this time, a figure stood outside the corridor for a long time.
The figure shook for a moment, and Fuying subconsciously raised her eyes to look over. Only then did she find the figure hiding behind the screen. She smiled happily: "Pei Yan, is that you?"
Pei Yan responded in a deep voice: "It's me."
Fuying immediately waved to him: "Great! You're so lucky that nothing happened to you. Come in and let me take a look at you."
Hearing this, Pei Yan walked out of the screen, wearing a long straight-breasted green-brown dress and a silver crown, and his aura of nobility was natural.
All the palace people bowed respectfully and saluted: "I have met His Highness the Eighth Prince."
Fuying was surprised and asked everyone with a smile: "What is the Eighth Highness? Where did the Eighth Highness come from?"
Yun Ye didn't want to answer and turned her head sadly. A pair of brocade boots embroidered with gold threads came into her sight. Yun Ye subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the old man with an extremely unfriendly look. The sadness and anger in his eyes was almost overflowing.
Coming.
But the young man's ice-like eyes swept over him, and a mountain-like sense of oppression came one after another, and Yun Ye had to retreat from the edge of the collapse.
The girl seemed to be half-relying on the soft pillow as if she were boneless. Her white and delicate little hands fell into a pair of warm and dry palms. Pei Yan sat on the spot where Yun Ye had been sitting just now, his phoenix eyes looking closely at the support.
Sakura's eyes gradually became softer and warmer, her thin lips parted slightly, but her tone of voice when giving orders to the palace servants was as cold as the ice of the twelfth lunar month: "Everyone, please step aside. I have something to say to His Highness Ning'an.
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When Yun Ye heard him calling Fu Ying, he was still His Highness Ning'an. The anger in his heart calmed down a little, and he looked at the little princess reluctantly. Not only Yun Ye, but also all the palace people were like this. The little princess usually
He treated people very well, and they were grateful. They all looked back worriedly: "Your Highness, please don't be sad. Don't be sad..."
Everyone left, and silence returned to the palace.
While Fu Ying carefully looked at Pei Yan to see if he was injured, she laughed dumbly: "Yun Ye is so weird today. He always says those incomprehensible words. It's really weird..."
Suddenly, looking at the little princess's concerned eyes and gentle smile, Pei Yan couldn't bear it. His lips that were about to speak suddenly stopped, and his hand that was holding Fu Ying suddenly tightened very tightly.
The kind-hearted little princess only thought that he was acting like this after a disaster. Even though his strength was a bit strong and caused her some pain, the little princess did not break away. She pitied the poor boy because she had suffered so much.
Even, her soft and delicate thumb tapped his tiger's mouth, trying to give him the slightest bit of comfort.
These hands have slender fingers and snow-white skin. The backs of the hands are obviously very beautiful, but the palms that touch her delicate and delicate skin are covered with thick calluses. The backs of the hands, as well as the exposed wrists, also have a few fresh little lines.
Wound.
It must be very painful, he really suffered...
The girl lowered her head, moved her lips closer, and blew softly. Those extremely beautiful almond eyes seemed to be filled with autumn water, and shone with thousands of stars. She was concerned and a little guilty: "It's all my fault, it's me who caused you to be punished.
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Pei Yan's eyes paused, and he was stunned for a moment, looking deeply at the girl in front of him. The weak girl had a pale complexion, and her frail and sickly face filled her face as delicately as a lotus, adding a touch of wind.
The sadness and tenderness of the weak willow are increasingly overshadowing the beauty.
He held those little hands tightly, guided them, and placed them on his heart, against his hot heart, and pressed tightly against the heart that beat violently like a human only when facing the little princess.
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Fuying's eyes were moist, and she asked in a gentle voice: "Does it hurt here?"
This chapter has been completed!