Chapter 10

Gong Zilin stared out of the powder tent attic. As far as he could see, a courtyard was as wide as the Imperial Palace, but less dignified than the Imperial Palace, more casual and indifferent. The mountains, rivers, trees and trees in each courtyard were beautiful, and there were two or three lights, cold and soft.

Song Ningyu didn't know that she had no time to close her eyes for three days and three nights since she entered the room. Gong Zilin spent three days and three nights in the red tea building, singing every day. When she heard these words in July, she just nodded without feeling. Whether it was a play or not, even if it was a play, it had nothing to do with her.

She won't worry about what the emperor will think when they hear the news. Originally, she didn't come here because of feelings.

After three days and three nights, song Ningyu was still wearing the same clothes, and her makeup was almost off, but she didn't know it at all and still stayed by muqianxun's side.

On the first day, her Manglietia seeds had lost their effectiveness. The Manglietia seeds for later treatment were sent by people from Gong Zilin. Although the number was small, the delivery time was just right every time. The only thing that made song Ningyu confused was that there were always some scars on them, such as knife wounds and sword wounds.

Every time she saw these scars, her eyebrows were slightly picked, but she didn't say anything.

Three days and three nights, muqianxun's skin color has basically returned to normal. Although it is not very ruddy, it is not pale to transparent.

Song Ningyu asked hibiscus and July to help take mu Qianxun back to bed and ordered the servant to start cooking porridge.

These prescriptions were once taken by mu Qianxun. She remembered that Hibiscus listened to song Ningyu's orders. Her eyes were soft and talked about each point carefully. There was a smile on her worried face. It was a blessing for her to know song Ningyu and meet each other in her life.

In July, after tucking muqianxun's horn in, he stood up and pulled song Ningyu, who was going to wipe muqianxun's body, and said again, "Miss, you go to rest now."

The tone even had the smell of command. Song Ningyu was slightly stunned and said with a smile: "what's the matter? This is, suddenly, this expression. Who bullied you?"

"Miss." song Ningyu used to say that she would retort with a red face in July, but this time the expression on her little face was more serious than ever. Looking at Song Ningyu's eyes for a moment, "you must rest today. Before, you were inseparable because of Miss Chihiro's disease, but now, Miss Chihiro has recovered, you..."

"Ning Yu..." a soft and quiet voice sounded. Although it was light, July stopped talking directly, just because the speaker was mu Qianxun.

When song Ningyu heard the sound, her eyes brightened and a smile appeared on her face. She was just going to have a good look at mu Qianxun. Suddenly, her whole body fell down soft.

"Miss!" July quickly stretched out his hand and flustered to catch song Ningyu.

"Ning Yu!" Mu Qianxun just opened his eyes and saw this scene. He propped himself up and wanted to get up. Finally, he was carefully held by hibiscus.

A purple figure flashed slightly and took song Ningyu into his arms in July.

The clear and moist breath immediately filled the room. Muqianxun looked at Gong Zilin in a purple and gold robe in front of the bed and held song Ningyu in his arms. His eyebrows were slightly frozen. At that time, he was relieved and said in a voice with insufficient Qi: "she is too tired and needs to rest."

"I see." a purple robe flying, different from the publicity of red, purple is more dignified, but wearing it on him, coupled with the demon face, Leng makes July feel a little cold, just like when I first saw him.

Mu Qianxun looked at July, smiled and said, "don't worry, he won't hurt her."

Then he looked at Gong Zilin holding song Ningyu's departure direction and was slightly distracted. He showed her feelings she had never seen before. Was that worried?

Worry about condensation? Married for a day?

Mu Qianxun's eyes were a little blurred. Then, his wandering eyes suddenly became firm, looked at hibiscus and said, "prepare meals."

Hibiscus looked at her and replied, "the young lady has told me to do it. I'll bring it up."

Mu Qianxun nodded. She always thought of everything. She always knew it, but this time, she didn't think of it.

Thinking of what had happened before, mu Qianxun's eyes became cold, and his voice was even colder: "this year, I was really too gentle to them, making them more and more presumptuous."

When mu Qianxun said this, hibiscus and July obviously felt that the temperature in the room had dropped more than a little. They looked at each other and shook their bodies.

In the green forest yard, Gong Zilin put song Ningyu on the bed. Ziyan followed behind him. When he saw it, he directly ordered his girl to boil water. Now Song Ningyu didn't look very good. His clothes had a faint smell of sweat, and his makeup was yellow and white, looking like a flower cat.

"I'll let someone clean up for her." Ziyan looked at Gong Zilin, his voice was natural when talking to his friends, without a pinch.

Gong Zilin turned his head suddenly, looked at Ziyan with burning eyes, and said in a deep voice, "is she like her?"

Ziyan looked at him, sighed slightly and said, "Zi Lin, you should understand that she is not her."

"I know." Gong Zilin frowned, took a deep look at the tired song Ningyu on the bed, turned and left. The purple robe was bright and dark in the sun, and the skirt swayed.

Ziyan looked at Gong Zilin's back and looked back at Song Ningyu with closed eyes on the bed. His eyes were wandering and whispered, "you are really like her, and I miss her very much. But you are not her after all..."

The whisper seemed to be a sigh and pity, including too many emotions. If song Jingyu woke up, she might think clearly, but at this time she was sleepy and had no perception of the surrounding environment.

After the girl brought up the water, Ziyan ordered the girl to tidy up song Ningyu. Looking at the cleaned face, it was exquisite, clean, with silky dexterity, ink eyebrows and long eyelashes like a fan. It cast a shadow on the skin as bright as porcelain and jade. Qiong's nose was just good to separate her eyes. Before seeing song Ningyu, Ziyan thought Gong Zilin's facial features were the most exquisite, but after seeing song Ningyu, she realized that Gong Zilin was the ultimate of beauty.

Song Ningyu is a pure combination of exquisite and facial features. Each stroke seems to have been carefully carved. More points will be more, and less points will be too much. At first sight, it is not beauty, but the comfort that moistens the heart. People can't help but want to get close to it.

What a transparent face it is.

Looking at Song Ningyu's transparent face, Ziyan was stunned, and the smell of the green forest seemed to lighten all at once.

"Ziyan." a cold voice sounded in the room. Ziyan's original stunned expression converged in an instant, turned his head and looked at a dark figure behind him, frowned slightly: "Why are you here? The Lord asked you to explore the news of the imperial palace?"