After Danju said this, she quickly lowered her head and secretly looked at the rain outside the door. Is this rain called Xiao? Also, she really hopes that the Prime Minister can come, otherwise it will be them who suffer at that time.
The palace maid is here.
The door creaked, bringing water outside and a ray of coldness.
"Who is so bold?" Fang Ning's pretty face became strict when he saw someone uninvited.
"It's me," the faint male voice filled the rain. Fang Ning's mood suddenly improved when she heard it was Yan Hao's voice. She grabbed a flower in her hand and threw it on the ground, and then stepped on her feet.
Suddenly the flower became unrecognizable.
Yan Hao was standing at the door, covered in water, his clothes were wet, and even the rain continued to flow down his clothes. His black eyes were calm and he looked at Fangning faintly.
Fang Ning suddenly felt a little timid. For some reason, why did she feel that Yan Hao was a little cold today.
"Brother Hao, why are your clothes wet:" Fang Ning had already reacted at this time and hurriedly directed the palace maids in the first palace, "What are you doing here? Why don't you go and prepare clothes for the prime minister quickly."
Yan Hao was still standing there, looking coldly at the palace maid in the room in a hurry. He seemed to be ignorant and unconscious, allowing his wet clothes to stick to his body.
I don’t know how long it took, and I don’t know how much it took. When Yan Hao went back, it was a little smaller, but it still didn’t stop.
"Zhao Ye, are you okay?" The coachman asked Yan Hao carefully, who looked extremely dismal. He saw that he had changed into a new piece of clothing, but when he walked out of the palace wall, he was wet again, so
He wore a wet dress from beginning to end.
"It's nothing," Yan Hao coughed gently, his face turned unusually pale. When he returned home, he put down the curtain of the carriage. The rain was falling outside, and he could be heard from time to time inside.
Cough sound.
He was relieved when he returned to the mansion, and then prescribed a medicine for himself. He knew that this time, even if he was hit by iron, he could not bear it. Therefore, his medicine for medicine must
It is necessary to make the heavier ones;.
"Young Master..." Tinglan was so worried that he didn't know what to say. It seemed that something was wrong with the young master.
"No defense," Yan Hao waved his hand lightly, and he sat upright, his breath feeling weaker than usual.
"Where are those potato seedlings, isn't it?" He closed his eyes, as if he was enduring something.
"It's okay," Tinglan said quickly, not daring to worry too much for Yan Hao. "Short after the young master left, You'er asked us to cover the bean seedlings. She said, no matter what happened to the young master, it's okay.
I deal with it myself, but something happened to these bean seedlings. Even if the young master is Tongtian’s magic, he would not be able to plant the same bean seedlings again.”
Yan Hao finally smiled, "Yes, she knows me, as long as the potato seedlings are fine, I will feel relieved." He put his hand in his ear, as if he was tired, Tinglan
He didn't dare to disturb him, so he gently stepped out and closed the door.
He shook his head at Tingyu who was standing outside the door.
"Young master is tired, let him rest. I always feel that if this continues, the young masters will be tortured to death by that princess. I really don't know what that woman has. In addition to being noble in status, she has a picture
Besides a good face, what other things are there? It’s not as pleasant as you can see.”
Tingyu closed his eyes and said nothing. His face was not very good. He could even reach Yan Hao directly inside. But the difference is that Yan Hao was sick, while he was angry.
Their Prime Minister's Mansion has always been a protective person. If the young master protects them, they will naturally protect them. As long as anyone hurts the people in their mansion, I am sorry, even if she is a princess, they will not like it.
Qi You'er sat up from the bed again. She picked up her quilt and buried her face in the quilt. There was a rustling sound of wind blowing leaves outside. You could hear the vague sound of rain. Unfortunately, this place is not spring.
, otherwise I would really feel like I would listen to the spring rain in a small building overnight.
She looked outside and was stunned for a long time, then she sighed, took her clothes and put them on her, and then opened the door. When the door opened, a wind with water was blowing.
Although it was already early summer, it was a little cold at night, especially when it was still raining. She wrapped her clothes tightly, stopped in place for a while, and then resolutely walked towards the yard where Yan Hao lived.
She stood outside the door, but didn't know how to enter, whether to knock on the door, turn around and leave, or just like that night, she was waiting here for a day, standing for a night, blowing the cold wind for a night.
She reached out and placed her hand in the air, but she held it tightly and put it down again. After repeated several times, her hand finally placed on the door.
"Knock..." She knocked on the door gently.
"Yan Hao, have you slept? I can't sleep. I want to come to talk to you. That, don't think about it, I really can't sleep..." Her voice became less and less, and she didn't know if she woke up.
If she was allowed to enter, another gust of wind blew, which made her fight a cold war.
She shrank down and it was so cold.
"Yan Hao," she stood at the door, frozen and shivering. Do you want me to go in? I'll give you a question? If I don't allow it, I'll go back and never come again.
There was still no one talking inside.
"Yan Hao," her temper was about to rise, but when she thought it seemed wrong, she immediately pushed open the door and walked in. She knew that Yan Hao herself had martial arts skills, and it was no less than Tingyu Tinglan and the others, although
She had never seen him use it, but Tinglan said that the five senses of martial arts people are better than others, let alone those who are meticulous like Yan Hao, otherwise he would not have been the right prime minister.
He was in position, so something must have happened to him, otherwise he would not have been frozen outside.
The door was pushed open with a slam, and there was still no sound inside.
"Yan Hao, Yan Hao..." Qi You'er couldn't see anything clearly in the darkness, so she could only touch her. She kept calling Yan Hao's name, but Yan Hao never answered, she vaguely said.
You can also hear a burst of rapid breathing.
"Yan Hao!" She was anxious and banged. I don't know what she encountered. The person fell to the ground. She couldn't get up on the spot because of the pain. She struggled to get up, and didn't care about herself anymore. She was busy.
She touched the table, touched the flint on one side, and her hands were trembling. Until the light was lit, she was still a little uncomfortable at first, and her eyes were also uncomfortable.
After finally seeing everything in front of her, she almost stopped breathing when she saw the person on the other side of the bed collapse.