Chapter 225

Nangong Yan stared at Ji Qingxue with burning eyes for fear of missing any subtle expression. He laughed in his heart. When did he end up like this, so worried about gain and loss.

Ji Qingxue's expression remained unchanged for a long time. Ji Qingxue reached out and gently stroked the man's handsome face. At the moment when her hand touched him, she obviously felt his trembling all over.

"Does it matter what kind of person you are? I've seen selfish, overbearing and gentle. I think if you really love someone, you should accommodate and accept everything about him."

So it doesn't matter what you do, as long as the person standing next to me is you.

Ji Qingxue was slowly buried in his chest. Her stuffy voice sounded like the sound of nature in nangongyan: "You and I have no sense of security. I have never had any men before you, so I don't know how to give you the so-called sense of security, but don't be afraid. I'm very trustworthy. I said that as long as you didn't ask me to leave, I would never leave you."

At the moment, Ji Qingxue's mouth is saying what Nangong Yan wants to hear most, but he is stunned and somewhat at a loss.

Ji Qingxue stood on tiptoe and kissed his face. Nangong Yan didn't say anything. She blushed first. After all, she rarely did such things before.

Ji Qingxue didn't dare to look at him and whispered, "that's it."

Nangongyan finally had a reaction. Without saying a word, she pulled her into her arms, bowed her head and ingested her fragrant lips, and sighed that her lingering lips overflowed.

Xue, you don't know what I would be like without you. Of course, you don't need to know, because I won't give you a chance to leave me.

Nangong Yan hugged her tightly in his arms, as if to integrate her into his own bone and blood.

Ji Qingxue asked softly in his ear, "our Lord is not angry now?"

Nangong Yan's iceberg face finally melted: "it's not the princess's comfort. It's a great credit, so the king decided to reward the princess."

After that, Nangong Yan picked Ji Qingxue up. Ji Qingxue subconsciously hugged his neck with his hands: "what are you doing? It's broad daylight now!"

Nangong Yan raised his eyebrows. What happened in the daytime? Despite ah Xue's words, he was still worried, so he decided to practice the matter of giving birth to a son and a half with ah Xue.

In the evening, Nangong Yan refused to let her go. Ji Qingxue was sore and soft, and he really wanted to cry without tears.

How come she is the one who finally gets tired of such things? Instead, she looks at Nangong Yan's energetic face. Ji Qingxue dares to protect her. If he is not tired at the moment, he can continue. It's terrible!

Ji Qingxue didn't wake up until the next day. Rong came early in the morning and said he wanted to ask her to move to the study. Master had something important to discuss with her.

But Nangong Yan stopped him at the door: "even if it's a big thing, you can't disturb her rest. Wait until she wakes up."

And Nangong Yan also said that she has a very serious anger to get up. If someone interferes with her good dream, the consequences are very serious.

But Rong had to wait outside the door. When Ji Qingxue woke up, he invited her to the study.

Dayan, Prince's residence.

Recently, Nangong LAN stayed in the mansion and seldom went out. All the civil and military officials in the court said that the prince had learned a lesson and began to cultivate himself.

Nangong LAN is pruning a pot of flowers. Ji Qingling is walking in the garden. Everyone in the prince's house knows that the prince and the side imperial concubine sleep in separate rooms. They don't play harmoniously as rumored, but the play still has to go on after all.

Ji Qingling walked for a while and felt tired. He sat down opposite Nangong LAN. Nangong LAN didn't say anything to stop him, but continued his movements.

After Nangong LAN cut off a flower, he said, "yesterday, I heard the servants in the house say that your appetite is getting worse and worse these days."

Ji Qingling replied lightly, "maybe because you are pregnant, your taste becomes more and more tricky."

"Today, I ordered people to invite imperial cooks to the palace. They always make things much more exquisite than ordinary cooks. It doesn't matter what you do, but you still have children and can't take care of your body."

After all, it's for the child, but since Nangong Lan said so, it shows that he has recognized the child's identity.

However, the original Benji Qingling doesn't expect him to love himself. There is no love in this world that is eternal. The only constant is the relationship of interests.

Only by making use of each other's relationship, can we be the strongest and most secure.

Ji Qingling picked up the flowers on the table, but was accidentally stabbed by the thorns on the flowers, and his hands immediately shed blood.

Nangong LAN put down the scissors and held her finger. He frowned: "didn't I tell you not to touch these things?"

Ji Qingling said carelessly, "this little injury is nothing."

Nangong LAN stared at her for a while. Ji Qingling asked him what he was looking at. He replied, "I used to think you were a daughter. You didn't understand anything in your boudoir. Now it seems that you are not what I think."

This is the first time that they sit opposite each other and chat so calmly.

"In your eyes, I'm just a woman who lives on you, so you don't have to care what kind of person I am."

I'm afraid men in this world think so. So do the so-called wives and concubines. To some extent, they are one of the capital that men show off. They are an object. Since they are the owner of the object, how can they care.

Nangong LAN put Ji Qingling's injured finger in his mouth. The numbness from his fingertips made Ji Qingling stunned for a moment: "what are you doing?"

Nangong LAN sucked a little blood and spit it out: "this flower thorn is poisonous, but don't worry. It has no effect on children, but it will make people sleepy. If I don't suck it out, I'm afraid you'll have to sleep for three days and nights."

"Thank you." Ji Qingling said without salt.

Nangong LAN put the flower on Ji Qingling's bun: "although the flower thorn is poisonous, the flower fragrance is good for people's health."

Nangong LAN eased her attitude towards Ji Qingling just because she thanked him. The woman pulled him back from the edge of the cliff. Although he knew that Ji Qingling wanted to know the supreme position, she could not talk about any sincerity to herself, but this was enough.

Because he Nangong LAN never believed in any so-called sincerity. Too ethereal things can't make people really have a sense of security. Only what he saw with his own eyes and can really hold in his hand is what really belongs to him.

"What are you going to do after that?" Ji Qingling suddenly asked.

Nangong LAN looked around at the potted plants she had trimmed: "it's not urgent. A pot of beautiful flowers needs a lot of effort. Cut off the rest and slant out to leave what I want."

The waste heat of that matter has not yet subsided, and the father emperor will not easily believe that he has really broken his mind. Now his inaction is to gain the trust of others to the greatest extent.

The servant brought a bowl of porridge and Nangong asked her to put it down.

"This is the nourishing porridge I asked the imperial chef to cook for you. You should drink some." Nangong LAN pushed the bowl to Ji Qingling.

Today's Nangong LAN has given her too many surprises. He would even take the initiative to ask the imperial chef to make something for himself.

Ji Qingling picked up the bowl and fed a mouthful of porridge in his mouth. Nangong LAN asked, "how does this porridge taste, but it still suits your appetite?"

Ji Qingling looked up at him: "not bad."

"That's good. It's windy here and it's easy to catch cold. After drinking the porridge, you'd better go back and have a rest."

Ji Qingling heard the concern between the lines clearly, and a smile finally appeared on her face.

Seeing this, Nangong LAN asked, "what are you laughing at?" it was just a smile, and she smiled so strangely.

"I didn't laugh. It's just that you suddenly care about me so much that I don't know what to do."

Ji Qingling is telling the truth. It's rare that he doesn't speak ill of himself, but he's not used to it.

Nangong Lan was a little uncomfortable on his face. Was he really so bad to her on weekdays? He got up in a hurry and said to Ji Qingling, "I'll go first. You can drink porridge slowly."

Ji Qingling stared at the porridge in his hand, with a thoughtful expression. It's not good to always sit and wait for death. They have to find a way to let Ji Qingxue never return to Kyoto again.

After Ji Qingxue got up and cleaned up, Rong took her to the study. Yu Wenji jumped with anger: "I asked you to bring her here. It's two hours since you went?"

Rong felt that master's anger really wronged him. He wanted to bring her, but wasn't there a evil spirit guarding the door?

"Come on, you came to me to cure your hatred."

Since Ji Qingxue has guessed, Yu Wenji naturally doesn't have to beat around the Bush: "you know her condition best now, so you should also know that it's impossible to cure her completely. I can only renew her life now. I need you to help me."

As soon as the promise arrived, Ji Qingxue turned a corner: "promise to help you, but you have to teach me the rain god needle."

OK, this girl is waiting for herself here.

"Incredibly use this as an exchange condition. Aren't you friends with Sima Jingxuan?" Yu Wenji muttered to Ji Qingxue. This girl is not very considerate, but she has a lot of eyes.

"It's a friend. But my dear brother has to settle accounts clearly. After all, my medical fee is also very high. I never do business at a loss."

Ji Qingxue's wishful thinking crackled, but Yu Wenji just smiled and said, "OK, but I can only teach you the first level of skill."

Ji Qingxue quickly promised: "it's settled. You have to keep your word."

Yu Wenji uttered a cold hum: "I will do what I say. I will teach you."

"When shall we start treatment?" the hated disease really can't drag on.

"After noon today," Yu Wenji replied faintly.

"Then I'll go back and prepare." Ji Qingxue got up to go. Yu Wenji suddenly called her, "is Sima Jingxuan really your friend?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Nothing. Just ask."

Yu Wenji narrowed his eyes and his eyes were slightly cold. I'm afraid the Sima mirror was more than just the second prince of Wei.