Chapter 1622

Yan Beicheng tilted the medicine bowl slightly so that she could drink it slowly.

Mo Shanghua drinks medicine, Mou Guang floats at will.

Because he wanted to hold up the medicine bowl, Yan Beicheng's broad sleeves naturally slipped down, revealing his white arms.

At the elbow where the sleeves overlap, half of the scar is clearly reflected in the eyes of the flowers on the street. Her eyes suddenly coagulate, and the scar on the arm of the cloak man in her mind instantly gushes out and overlaps with it.

Are these two really

Thinking of this, a strange color flashed away in her slightly ill eyes, and soon recovered to indifference.

Calm drink a bowl of medicine, Mo Shanghua lie back, because the onset of efficacy, and is in a daze of sleep in the past.

For several days in a row, Raman, who was suffering from moshanghua, gradually recovered. Although he was still weak, he could at least take medicine by himself.

Looking at Yan Beicheng's handkerchief, Mo Shanghua took it and wiped his arm.

Yan Beicheng, on the other hand, sat bored.

Mo Shanghua sweeps Yan Beicheng's side with the remaining light. He can't help thinking of the scar he saw a few days ago.

With only one scar, she could be sure that Yan Beicheng was the cloaker.

On the surface, a dandy is willful, but on the surface, he is a mysterious and crafty master. His ability to bear for so long shows his strength now. It seems that she is right to cooperate with Yan Beicheng.

Just after thinking about it, Qin Ya hurried in from the outside and said, "to the prince and princess, the emperor sent someone to send a wedding gift. Now the people from the emperor have arrived at the gate of the city."

The flower on the road originally wanted to pass the handkerchief to the past hand Shu of a meal, in the eye peep out a bit surprised color.

Yan North City is also the same, but also just surprised for a while, then again cry face, "father emperor so toss do what, make this king also want to go out to meet."

Mo Shanghua didn't like to deal with this, so she pulled the quilt on her body and said in a soft voice, "Lord, I'm not feeling well. I'm going to meet you. It's hard for you to go by yourself."

Yan Beicheng reluctantly stood up and looked at her with resentment, "you are a woman who clearly wants to take the opportunity to be lazy. Hum, I will go by myself."

After that, he went out with a sad face.

Mo Shanghua saw that he had gone far away, so he sat up again with a solemn face. "Qin ya, do you have any information about the person who came to send gifts

……

Yan Moli and Yan cenxuan are also riding on high horses, side by side in the front of the team, and behind them is a convoy of 100 people.

In the meantime, there was a luxurious carriage, surrounded by dozens of uniformed servant girls.

Yan Li's ink face is handsome, and he sits upright on the horse. Looking at the driving of Yan Beicheng not far away, his eyes are gradually filled with some deep feeling.

It's been a long time since the beginning of spring, but Yan cenxuan is still wearing a broad and slightly thick cloak. On his handsome face, he has a faint smile, and his temperament is as gentle and elegant as diabolo.

"Brother Sanhuang, it should be brother Jiuhuang's car ahead." Yan cenxuan also saw the car not far away, can't help turning his eyes to Yan limo, whispered.

"It should be." Yan Li Mo light point jaw, right hand le rein, left hand raised in the hair top side, "all stop, wait here."

As soon as the words came to an end, all the hundreds of people stopped neatly, and no one dared to walk.

The carriage also stopped, and a pair of green and delicate white hands came out of the small window. The delicate hand gently lifted the corner of the brocade curtain of the small window to reveal a beautiful cheek.

Liu Qianqian poked his cheek out of the window, looked around and said in a soft voice: "but I'm in Yuzhou?"

Close body servant girl fine son busy gather together to come over, low should descend, "is."

Liu Qianqian eyes suddenly across a dark color, eyes color slightly deep.

Liu Qianqian, no, it should be said to be "fake gold", or Liu Fu's daughter. If you knew I was here, what would it be like?

……

"Princess, my brother has gone to inquire about it. It is estimated that we will have news later." Qin Ya came forward and answered truthfully.

Qin ya just finished speaking, there was a rush of footsteps at the door. After a while, she came running panting.

He took a big breath, slowed down for a while, and then used sign language to describe what he saw.

"They are the third prince and the thirteenth prince, and Liu Qianqian, the daughter of the prime minister's house. Now they have entered the house, and the Lord has arranged their residence for them..." Mo Shanghua looks at Qin Lin's mouth and whispers what he has described.

It's OK for others, but when it comes to Liu Qianqian, her indifferent and calm water eyes are suddenly infected with a bit of ice, like the cold winter moon, cold Qinren bone marrow.

Qin Ya and Qin Lin look at each other, all of them are aware that the flowers on the street are not right."Princess, what's the matter with you?" After hesitating for a moment, Qin Ya comes forward worried.

"Nothing." The flower on the street just realized her gaffe, and the look in her eyes was clean.

Qin Ya is still worried. Just as she wants to ask more questions, another servant girl comes in.

"Tell the princess that miss qianjinliu of the prime minister's residence asked to see her sister."

"Come in, please." The cold color of the flower eyes on the street flickered slightly, and the face color remained unchanged.

Since "sister" came to visit, how could she not be seen as a sister.

When the maid faded, Liu Qian came in.

Today's Liu Qianqian wears a wide sleeve Ru skirt with flowing clouds in Sichuan brocade. Her 3000 black hair has become the most popular bun in the imperial capital. She wears a ring on her hair to match her beautiful cheeks. In addition to her weak posture, Liu Fufeng adds a sense of pity.

As soon as she saw the flowers on the street lying on the collapse, she hurriedly came over and said with worry: "I haven't seen her for several months. How can my sister be so thin? It's really painful to see her for a long time."

Every move, as if they had been so sisterly in the past.

What a big white lotus.

Mo Shanghua laughed in her heart, but she didn't show anything on her face. She only glanced at her calmly. "My body has always been so thin. I'm afraid my sister hasn't seen her for a long time. I even forgot about it."

To tell the truth, they have only seen each other since today. How can Liu Qianqian know her physical condition? She can understand the irony that others can't understand.

Sure enough, Liu Qianqian's face was stiff for a moment, and she just laughed, "my younger sister is so tired these days that I just want to see my elder sister quickly, which I forget for a moment. My elder sister must not blame."

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