The young man's voice was tinged with anxiety: "Your Highness, let me give you the medicine."

Fuying nodded, and saw the young man standing up to her side. The matte pink skirt hanging down was like the purest hibiscus in the world, and one corner happened to be entangled with his clothes.

After getting the promise, Pei Yan gently put his thumb on the little princess's cheek, gently touched the wound on the white jade glaze, and said in a gentle voice: "Did Banzhu cause you to fall?"

In contrast to Shao Hai's soft voice just now, Pei Yan's voice fell in Fu Ying's ears, and it was like the sound of nature.

The young man's tone was soft, and his gentleness was filled with deep concern.

As soon as his cold fingertips touched the girl's soft skin, Fuying couldn't help but tremble.

Reply to him: "Yes."

For now, let’s put the blame on little Banzhu first, and reward it with a small piece of dried meat later.

But the young man asked again in a calm voice: "Did you get hurt by a fall?"

"Yes." Fuying responded in a low voice, feeling a little guilty. Recalling what Shao Hai had just said, she felt a little confused for a moment.

Pei Yan gently applied the ointment evenly and didn't ask any more questions, but she didn't notice that the young man's eyes were a little deeper.

She has a touch of someone else's breath...

Pei Yan did not expose her, but continued to apply medicine to her in a proper manner.

The young man was very close to her, and Fuying could clearly see those twin beautiful phoenix eyes, which were flamboyant and beautiful but also radiant and affectionate, as if they were the blessing of God, everything was perfect and perfect.

Fuying thought that if he were a woman, she would be able to charm countless talented men and women with her exquisite beauty, and have countless literati and poets recite poems and compose poems for him.

The brilliance flowing in those deep eyes was sincere and pure, without any excess, but the invisible eyes falling on her were like the blazing sun in the twelfth lunar month, possessing the power to melt ice and snow.

, the scorching reflection makes the heart feel hot for no reason.

Fuying's heartbeat was subtle, and her voice was inexplicably nervous: "I, I will do it myself."

Pei Yan raised his eyes and replied to her: "Your Highness's two hands are injured and you can't hold anything firmly with your fingertips. How can you apply medicine to yourself?"

This is the truth. The girl's two small and soft palms are covered with bright red marks. Against the backdrop of the snow-white skin, they look even more shocking.

Pei Yan lowered his eyes, stopped the movement of his hands, and his eyes fell on the little princess, as if waiting for her promise.

Fuying blinked unnaturally and spread her hands: "Okay, you'd better help me."

Then, the girl's wrist fell into Pei Yan's palm. He touched the wound bit by bit, but his fingertips were inadvertently pressed under his palm. He rubbed it gently and repeatedly, making Fuying curl up unconsciously.

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Pei Yan whispered: "Your Highness, if you move around, it will hurt."

Fuying said "Oh" and could only let him rub her. She could clearly feel the feather-like strength of his gently holding her wrist, and the back of her hand touched his skin from time to time, causing bursts of numbness.

Strangely enough, Fuying didn't hate this feeling, and even felt the slightest tremor in her heart for the first time.

After applying the medicine on his hand, Pei Yan asked her: "Are there any other injuries?"

Fuying replied: "Yes, there is still something on my neck."

The girl raised her chin slightly, revealing her slender swan neck. There was a long and slender wound that seemed to have been scratched by a branch. A few small drops of blood seeped out and had dried up.

Pei Yan dipped some ointment on his fingertips and applied it gently.

The touch of the fingertips is soft and smooth, like painting on fine white jade glaze, with snow-white skin, delicate collarbones, and slightly nervous breathing.

Looking up, on the beautiful and charming almond eyes, there is a row of slender eyelashes, trembling slightly, like a Helena Morpho butterfly standing and resting, never staying in front of anyone, blinking, and running away.

It was so beautiful that it took Pei Yan's breath away.

Helena, known as the goddess of light by the world, was killed and made into a specimen, solidified into a transparent glass box, and kept it for herself.

The selfishness of human nature is endless. He wants living butterflies to dance for him, and he also wants to watch the madness when thick ink stains pure white silk.

The innocent girl knew nothing about his dark thoughts. She just felt that the place where the wound was touched by him was like countless little ants giving birth, and the numbness invaded the limbs and bones.

The young man was very tall, and now he was kneeling in front of her. His back was slightly bent to accommodate her, and she could see his crow-feather eyelashes as she lowered her eyes.

Suddenly, there was a pain in the neck, and the cherry red lips uttered a sentence: "It hurts."

Pei Yan immediately stopped and asked: "Where?"

Fuying grabbed his knuckles, touched her neck, and said in a delicate voice, "This is right here."

The young man frowned slightly, but the movements of his hands became gentler. Fuying's whole body was drowned in his breath, and she couldn't help but peek into his eyes.

When it is calm, it is always dim there, which is very different from the obedience in daily life. It lacks some sincerity and luster, like a deep and calm pool, which can swallow people up if they look at it a few times, and their eyes touch.

During this time, there will be a slight chill.

She suddenly became a little uncontrollable and asked in a strange way: "Pei Yan, you have also met my grandmother, what kind of person do you think she is?"

Fu Ying felt that Pei Yan would definitely not lie to her.

"Eunuch Chang said that my mother-in-law and I have very similar temperaments. What do you think?"

She thought that Pei Yan would definitely answer "like", but the young man remained silent.

After finishing the medicine, Pei Yan put the medicine bottle away and then said slowly: "Your Highness and Lan Zhaoyi look at people with gentle eyes."

"What about my father and I? Do we look alike?" the girl asked anxiously.

Pei Yan was wiping his fingertips with a brocade handkerchief dipped in water, and said softly: "Your Highness is the Holy One's favorite daughter. Father and daughter are naturally alike."

After hearing this, the girl seemed to be relieved, and murmured to herself with a strange expression: "Yes, yes..."

If her father loves her so much, how could she not be his biological daughter? What Shao Hai said today was so shocking and absurd that she would not believe it no matter what.

But the expression on Shao Hai's face was so firm, and there was no trace of guilt in his eyes. This made Fuying feel scared, and the image of her mother's eyes looking at her, full of hatred, appeared in her mind...<

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She thought that she needed to ask for clarification, to ask her mother for clarification, otherwise, this uneasy feeling would not dissipate.

"Pei Yan, can you accompany me to Chonghua Palace tomorrow? I miss my mother and want to see her."

The young man's voice was gentle and soft: "Okay, I will accompany your highness tomorrow."
Chapter completed!