Xia Qianqian lay on the bed and slept for another afternoon.

It wasn't until the sun set that she got up from the bed, stretched, yawned and opened the door.

At the door, the little maid hurriedly reminded: "Girl, it's cold in the evening, so wear more clothes."

She ran into the house, quickly found a cloak for her, and put it on her body.

Since coming through time travel, this frail body has become much stronger after her conditioning. Unexpectedly, when he fell down this time, his whole body was sore and weak, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

Therefore, Xia Qianqian admires Lan Yu very much.

She also knows medical skills and how to take care of the body. Even when she robbed the rich and gave to the poor, so much money passed through her hands without even thinking about it.

At least Yan Guo can grow some hair and improve the situation at home.

But she didn't.

How did she spend her days watching her mother and brother, hungry and struggling for life, while pretending to be crazy and stupid?

Let out a long sigh.

Perhaps after a long period of emotional suppression, she became disheartened after being abandoned by Xia Chi, voluntarily sank to the bottom of the river, and voluntarily begged for death.

And she won't.

How difficult it is for her to live another life.

She doesn't want to get entangled in those insignificant emotions, she must live happily.

She walked along the Yuhua Stone Path, passed through the arch, and headed to the front yard.

Fanshan is both familiar and unfamiliar to the people of Jiangcheng.

It's a familiar place, because every time you look up, you can see its majestic appearance, and the trees on the top of the mountain are clearly visible.

The strange thing is that for more than ten years, no one has been able to cross the Fu'an River and enter Fanshan for a tour.

But she is honored to have done this.

Surrounded by green mountains, green grass, and stone houses dotted with bluestone and white spots are dotted in the green.

On the hillside, among the grass, little green, purple, red and blue wildflowers are vying to bloom.

On the top of the mountain over there, there is a group of people, using hoes to eradicate the clusters of soul-inducing flowers, burying them underground and disposing of them harmlessly.

Xia Qianqian was walking and looking. When she passed by the window of a stone house, she casually glanced at the person sitting at the table.

Looking from here, only his profile can be seen.

God was really too mean to him.

Therefore, he was born into a royal family, his parents died early, and the relationship between his brothers and sisters was also indifferent and alienated. It can be said that he has been lonely since he was a child.

Children who grow up alone, without the love of their parents, generally have a certain loneliness and arrogance that cannot be erased.

Therefore, when they first met, his superiority complex really annoyed her.

God loves him deeply.

I closed a door for him and opened a window for him.

His appearance is really amazing.

There is a coolness in the elegance, and the youthful vigor is hidden in the handsomeness. That unique temperament between a man and a boy is really attractive.

Therefore, her previous kindness to him was purely based on his appearance.

But chasing stars is one thing, getting married is another thing.

She lacks understanding of him.

With a complicated mood, she lowered her head slightly. Behind her, the maid asked in a low voice: "Girl, His Highness is inside, would you like to go in and visit?"

Xia Qianqian shook her head silently, turned around, and walked towards the intersection ahead, not daring to take another look.

Inside the house, Ji Zimo looked up and saw only her lonely back along the window's only space.

This girl, after the night of confrontation with Feng Wei, I don’t know how much taboos were touched in her heart.

She has been avoiding him since she woke up.

A trace of sadness creeps onto Ji Zimo's handsome brow.

The pile of papers on the table that needed to be dealt with did not bother him, but her thoughts were tugging at her heart, making him restless.

A figure flashed at the door, and Xiao Yong came in with a tray in hand, walked to the desk, and reminded: "Your Highness, it's time to change the dressing on your wound."

Ji Zimo came back to his senses and put the brush in his hand aside. With Xiao Yong's help, he took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the sword wound on the upper side of his arm.

This sword wound was caused by Xia Chi's sword during the confrontation.

In fact, with Xia Chi's martial arts, it would be easy to kill him.

It is even easier to hurt him.

But his sword only scratched through the outside of his arm. The wound was not deep, but there was a lot of bleeding, creating a strong visual effect.

He understands Xia Chi’s intentions.

He is proving his loyalty to the suspicious Feng Wei.

That person made Ji Zimo deeply admire and feel guilty.

"Why did this wound open again?"

When Xia Yong removed the gauze, he couldn't help but tell him: "Your Highness, your arm is injured. The range of movement should not be too large, and it is not suitable for carrying heavy objects. You also need to write less."

How could his wound burst open just by writing.

Ji Zimo remembered that at noon, she fell to the ground in a panic, and he couldn't help but stepped forward and picked her up.

At that time, her face was pressed against his heart, so hot that his heart suddenly came alive.

"Change the dressing!" He ordered coldly.

Two simple words, it is clear that he dislikes his nonsense.

Xiao Yong did not dare to say anything, so he lowered his head and began to change the dressing.

At the door, Geng Zhong walked in carelessly. Seeing that Xiao Yong had made his master angry, he hurriedly tried to smooth things over, "Your Highness, Miss Xia still needs to do things like changing the dressing."

"My daughter is very clever and handy, and she is a female doctor, so she is naturally more proficient. I will call her now." He turned around and ran out.

"Stop!" Ji Zimo said two words again, which made people feel cold in their hearts.

Geng Zhong's forward steps suddenly stopped and he slowly turned around, "Your Highness."

"Mind your own business!" he said angrily.

Huh?

How can this be nosy?

Geng Zhong stood with his hands tied, lowering his head as if he had made a mistake, but he was full of curses in his heart.

What's going on, Your Highness?

On weekdays, if something happens, he will definitely discuss it with Miss Xia.

Even, for Miss Xia, he made exceptions in many things.

For example, His Highness is a person who is very particular about food. Following Miss Xia, he learned to eat simple meals, vegetables, tofu and wild vegetables.

Two people who usually stick together suddenly become estranged from each other.

Geng Zhong didn't understand, and then he thought of Xia Chi, and his heart became clear, and he didn't dare to say anything anymore.

After walking around outside and breathing in the fresh air for a while, Xia Qianqian turned her attention to those soul-inducing flowers again.

The soul-inducing flowers on the mountain are being buried into the ground little by little with the efforts of everyone.

Coincidentally, on the hillside not far from her, there was a beautiful purple soul-inducing flower growing, swaying in the wind, exuding a fascinating and unique aura.

Xia Qianqian looked at it, the Ruyi bracelet between her wrists felt slightly hot.

She felt a chill in her heart and slowly walked forward.

Behind her, the little maid hurriedly grabbed her sleeve and reminded: "Girl, that is the soul-inducing flower. We should stay away from it, otherwise we will lose our minds."

Xia Qianqian smiled faintly, looked sideways and said, "I know."
Chapter completed!