"Jing Guiren, if next time I find out that you have something to do and come to trouble Concubine Ye, just do it. It seems that you also really want to have a taste of the cold palace?"
After watching the Queen Mother leave, Nan Fengyu turned around, looked at Jing Guiren kneeling on the ground, and said with disdain
"I deserve to die...I deserve to die..." Jing Guiren kept saying
"Okay, get out of there, it's an eyesore," Nan Fengyu said angrily.
Jing Guiren hurriedly retreated, but when the corners of her eyes glanced at Ye Qingmian who had fallen asleep, she became even more sinister.
"Mian'er, are you okay?" Nan Fengyu had time to come over and support Ye Qingmian, and shouted anxiously, "Imperial doctor, please declare the imperial doctor quickly."
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The sky is bright, blue is spreading in the sky, it is the kind of large tracts of blue
Below is an endless green wilderness
Ye Qingmian was quietly pulled by Nan Fengyu, and the two of them ran and played on the grassland.
"You are my only one." When they were tired, the two of them stopped, and Nan Fengyu's kiss gently fell on Ye Qingmian's smooth forehead.
"It's so disgusting," Ye Qingmian said with a delicate smile.
"Is that so?" Nan Fengyu smiled slightly, with endless pampering on his handsome face.
Ye Qingmian was wearing a light yellow dress, no rouge, a pure face, and pretty features, and did not look at all coquettish.
"Of course, you are my life, that's what a poet would say." Ye Qingmian's smiling face wrinkled slightly, but it could still be seen that she was very happy.
"What is a poet?" Nan Fengyu asked curiously
"They are the ones who write poetry. Don't they exist in this country?" Ye Qingmian asked curiously, "For example, when will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."
"It's like this, we call it short sentences here," Nan Fengyu said lightly, and then chanted a poem casually, "Where is the beauty, the source of clear water and blue sky; the heart is full of sorrow, and the beauty doesn't know what is in her heart."
"It sounds a little sad," Ye Qingmian said with a smile.
"No, this is written for you," Nan Fengyu said lightly.
Ye Qingmian stretched out her hand, wanting to touch Nan Fengyu's handsome face. She could feel his love, but her hand only touched a piece of nothingness, nothing, it was empty.