Chapter 200

September 9, Double Ninth Festival.

The emperor held a banquet in the palace in honor of his officials.

Yi Xiaoqiao didn't want to go to the palace. After all, what happened when she met Yun Jiao last time really made her unhappy.

But the emperor sent two or three posts to invite Mu Yi'an and her, which clearly wrote the name of Yi Xiaoqiao. In this case, she can't go without going. Besides, she has to take care of Mu Yi'an.

Mu Yi'an's health is not very good recently. She can't even see a face these days except when she goes to his yard to have a sneak look when cooking. Lin Yi also reminded her that Mu Yi'an's poison is more serious. If it goes on like this, she's afraid of dying soon.

These days, I have been exploring North Xinjiang and West Chui. Unfortunately, there is no news, not to mention the antidote. Even the blood lotus sect seems to have completely disappeared.

"Why don't you ask for leave and don't go." Yi Xiaoqiao turned his back to the bead curtain and was full of worry.

"The emperor sent so many posts, how can he not go." Mu Yi'an tidied up his clothes and his eyes fell on Yi Xiaoqiao's back. There was a smile on his lips: "don't worry, I'll be careful and nothing will happen."

"Actually... It doesn't matter if you turn around. I can't see you forever."

Yi Xiaoqiao's heart moved as if the spring breeze had blown and left ripples in the heart lake. She slowly turned back and glanced at him quickly: "forget it, I can't afford to gamble."

"Are you going to keep your back to me today? Go to the Palace Banquet and turn your back to me?"

Yi Xiaoqiao pursed her lips. It's true that she can't never go to see Mu Yi'an all her life. It's not the way to keep her back to him.

"Don't worry, I can hold it." Mu Yian held her shoulder and turned her to himself.

Yi Xiaoqiao found that his eyes were full of tenderness, like gentle waves patting her body, both physically and mentally.

"Mu Yi'an..." Yi Xiaoqiao looked at his face. His wheat skin had turned pale, like a piece of paper, and his lips were pale. He looked weak, as if he would be blown down by the wind in the next second.

Mu Yi'an certainly doesn't like his weak appearance. Although he seems to be nothing, he has pride in his heart. As a general, his pride is an inviolable temperament. At this time, it must be more painful for him to become like this than to let him die.

"You look very bad, or I'll cover it for you?"

Mu Yi'an smiled: "let me paint like a woman?"

"What does it mean to be like a woman? I remember there are such people among you men. It's not uncommon."

"No." Mu Yian shook his head: "I don't want to be like a woman."

Mu Yi'an doesn't look down on women, but he has a barrier in his heart. A man should look like a man. Killing iron and blood on the battlefield is the real man. It's not his style to paint all over the place.

Even if he is ill, he will be ill with momentum and like a man.

Yi Xiaoqiao knew he said, but he didn't tangle. He sorted out his clothes: "let's go, let's go."

The carriage ran over the path of bluestone and stopped in front of the towering palace gate.

Yi Xiaoqiao opened the curtain and looked outside, but he saw that in front of the gate of the palace where there are many sparrows on weekdays, it was already rattling cars, rustling horses, kings, grandchildren and nobles, just like the swimming fish walking to the palace.

Seeing many people, Yi Xiaoqiao calmed down and bent down to get out of the carriage.

"Wait."

Mu Yi'an's voice came behind him. Yi Xiaoqiao looked back strangely: "what's the matter?"

"I'll go out first."

Along the way, I don't know how mu Yi'an calmed down. At this time, although his face was still pale, he could see some popularity. He drilled out of the carriage and stretched out a hand to Yi Xiaoqiao: "slow down."

Yi Xiaoqiao realized why he had to get off first. He wanted to take care of her. He was looked down upon.

She put her hand into his palm and got out of the carriage carefully.

"Let's go." Mu Yi'an smiled.

Maybe because of the poison, Mu Yi'an was more gentle than usual. This feeling was definitely Yi Xiaoqiao's first experience. She held his hand tightly and walked hand in hand with him to the palace.

"Mrs. mu."

There was a cry behind him. Yi Xiaoqiao went strangely and saw Yi Zhen coming quickly.

She first stood still and blessed her body. Then she smiled and said, "North King, Mrs. mu, you're coming."

"Miss Yi Zhen, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

Yi Zhen smiled softly: "yes, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"My young lady has been praying in yunwai Temple these days..."

"Pei'er." Yi Zhen glanced at her, then smiled and said, "Beiwang, are you okay? I heard you were ill. Are you better?"

Mu Yi'an nodded: "Xiao Qiao, let's go."

"Yes." Yi Xiaoqiao looked back and nodded to Yi Zhen: "Miss Yi, let's go first."

"Ah." Yi Zhen opened his mouth and suddenly said, "wait, Mrs. mu, wait a minute."

Yi Xiaoqiao looked back at her: "is there anything else for Miss Yi Zhen?"

Yi Zhen smiled: "in fact, i... I don't know the way very well. Can I... Go with you?"

Not good at knowing the way?

Yi Xiaoqiao thought of the last time Yi Lan saved her. She seemed to have said such a sentence, but she always thought it was just an excuse for Yi Lan. Is it true?

"Then..."

"It's also our first time to attend the Palace Banquet. I don't know where it is. Instead of following us, Miss Yi might as well find a maid to take you. It's faster." Mu Yi'an nodded at her, dragged Yi Xiaoqiao, and walked quickly into the Palace door.

Yi Zhen opened his mouth. All the voices were stuck in his throat. After a while, they turned into a helpless sigh.

"Miss, the North King is too ignorant." Pei'er grumbled discontentedly: "according to pei'er, the young lady likes the childe of which family better than him. She has such a treasure with a concubine room. She may not have seen the world."

Yi Zhen glanced at her and said, "shut up. If you're heard, what's the matter?"

"Miss, he just did this to you..."

"He is also for my good. He and I are different after all. If we walk together, we will inevitably spread gossip. How can I marry again in the future?"

There was a moment of silence in space, as if heaven and earth were silent.

"What's the matter? Do you think I'm wrong?" Yi Zhen squints at pei'er and asks in a low voice.

Her expression was like whispering between the master and servant, as if discussing something happy, but the tone was so cold, like a sharp knife rubbing on Peier's neck.

"Of course not. The young lady has been praying for the North King. Up to now, the North King will certainly understand the young lady's mind and know that the young lady is true..."

"Enough." Yi Zhen snapped at her, "let's go."