442. Chapter 442 If you are crazy, go to Ji Wuhen to prescribe you medicine
After the tent was set up, Huangfuyan asked Mo Ying to take care of Agula in person, and then threw a scimitar to Anbei: "Give this to Zhuolu, the third prince of Northern Mongolia."
Anbei took a scimitar, which was exactly the one worn by Agula.
Immediately I understood what Huangfuyan meant.
After An Bei left the camp, Huangfu Yan coughed twice, took a sip of water, leaned on the simple bamboo couch, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The load on my body is still a bit heavy. I have been staying in the capital for these years and rarely move my muscles and bones. It is really worse than before.
I haven't received any news from the Prince's Mansion in the past few days. Could something have happened?
In the past, Mo Feng would report the recent situation to him on time, but since he wrote to An Xijian that time, he has not received any news from the Prince's Mansion, which makes Huangfu Yan really uneasy.
Mo Feng told him what happened in the palace before. Huangfu Yan guessed that Huangfuling would do something, so he made arrangements in advance. Logically speaking, nothing should happen, but why was he so uneasy...
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Xi'er, how are you?
Some habits are really terrible. Ever since Xi'er used the communication bird found by Xiaozhu to deliver messages, he has received messages from An Xiju basically every week. Over time, he has developed a habit,
Only when he saw that she was well could he feel at ease. This time, he had not heard from her for nearly half a month, and he was actually a little restless.
Longing was like crazy weed, torturing his heart.
It turns out that missing someone is not only a happy thing, but also a torturous thing.
Huangfu Yan got up, opened the tent and walked out. In the sky on the night of August 16th, the moon was extraordinarily round.
It seems that even he is not exempt from the vulgarity. It turns out that he misses his family even more during the festive season.
It's just that he can't go back recently. After successfully settling the matter in Northern Mongolia, he must leave for Xiqing immediately. He doesn't know when he will be able to see his Xi'er.
He hopes that time will pass slower so that he can have more time to do more things, and he also hopes that time will pass faster so that he can stabilize the situation and reunite with Xi'er as soon as possible.
People are always prone to be sentimental after they have concerns.
In the Prince's Mansion.
When An Xici woke up, it was already the next morning.
She wanted to get up out of habit, but was stopped by Lan'er: "Miss, Madam has told me that you can't get up anymore. You have to stay in bed."
Lan'er grinned, revealing her white and tender little tiger teeth, then stretched out a finger and waved it in front of An Xishui: "One month."
An Xici looked at her as if she were a monster: "If you are crazy, ask Ji Wuhen to prescribe medicine for you, and then come back after eating."
How is it possible to put her on bed rest for a month? She has never done such a thing in her entire life.
My mother had indeed told her several times before that she must have a good rest during the confinement period. She said that giving birth to a child was too much and she had to make up for it during the confinement period. If she got wind or something, the gain would not be worth the loss.
But An Xici just wanted to listen and give birth to a child. What else could he achieve?
Apart from feeling that her current body was a little weaker than before, she didn't feel anything was wrong at all. She could still run and jump, and there was no problem at all.
An Xici was too lazy to pay attention to Lan'er, so she sat up.