Chapter 103： You finally came

"The body of the wife-lord is the most important thing. She has not recovered from the poison, so she needs to take good care of her."

Qiao Yun knew that it was An Yu who was helping him. Whether those words were ordered by Nan Jun or An Yu intentionally said them to the servants in the mansion, they were all to protect his unfavored lord.

"Thank you, Wang Jun, for your understanding. The master said that if the Wang Jun needs anything, he can just tell the housekeeper, and everyone in the house is obedient to the Wang Jun's order."

This is not what An Yu said to make Qiao Yun happy, it was what Nan Jun said early in the morning, even if he didn't like this Young Master of the Qiao family, he would not wrong him at all.

"On behalf of my lord, I thank the wife-lord."

Qiao Yun pursed her lips and nodded, a look of hope flashed in her eyes.

Nanjun, Nanjun, even if you don't remember anything, you still don't want to wrong Yun'er.

"If there is nothing wrong with Wang Jun, the subordinate will leave first."

An Yu saluted Qiao Yun again, turned around and hugged Lian Qing, but left without raising her head.

Hugging the arm that hurt from the fall, he turned a blind eye to Qing An annoyed An Yu.

Even Qing Qi was stagnant, her little face was blue and red, while Shuang'er was secretly happy, and even her impression of An Yu was much better.

"If you have nothing to do, Mr. Lian, please go back! My lord is about to rest..."

Shuang'er deliberately emphasized the word "Wang Jun", seeing that Qingqi was so angry that her eyeballs were about to pop out, but there was nothing she could do about him.

"let's go…"

Lian Qing pretended to be pitiful and said to the two servants beside him, the two looked up at Qiao Yun again, and then helped Lian Qing to leave.

"It's just an unworthy person, what are you doing with him?"

Seeing people leave, Qiao Yun shook his head at Shuang'er and said.

"Shuang'er just can't bear to see his vicious appearance, taking the credit of the young master and running to the young master to show off his power. Where does he have the face? How can there be such a brazen person in this world?"

As soon as Lian Qing was mentioned, Shuang'er became angry, her little face was full of disgust.

"It's okay, let him be proud for two days first."

Qiao Yun looked down at his fingers, and a shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

The higher you stand, the harder you fall.

He has countless ways to let Nan Jun know who is her savior, but now he wants to see what Lian Qing wants to do.

If you want to drive him away, you have to uproot him, so that Nan Jun can see through this person.

There are too many moths, and they will always bite themselves.

"Shuang'er just can't get angry, but Shuang'er also knows the seriousness, so she won't miss the young master's good deed."

After all, Shuang'er has followed Qiao Yun since she was a child, so she is very clear about her master's disposition.

His son is not a submissive person, and Lian Qing can't get anything good.

"The food is getting cold, so hurry up and eat!"

Qiao Yun pinched the wound on his finger, Nan Jun's words from last night echoed in his ears again, and his heart also felt a dull pain.

Sister Jun, the person in your heart is definitely not someone like Lian Qing, but who is that person?

Who else in this world loves you more than Yun'er? Why do you like him and not Yun'er?

After An Yu went back, he would briefly tell Nan Jun what happened in Yuxuan, but Nan Jun shook his head helplessly, but he didn't take it to heart.

An imperial decree was issued in the palace saying that Nan Ju's body is just fine, so they are not allowed to enter the palace to pay their respects for the time being, and after Nan Ju is well, they will bring Wang Jun into the palace to see him.

Nan Jun was happy and at ease, so he sat in the study all day, looking for something that could evoke memory.

This night, as soon as Nan Jun closed his eyes, he felt the breath of the person he had been waiting for for a long time.

Before Qiao Yun, who was dressed in black, approached Nan Jun's wrist, Nan Jun grabbed his arm.

"Ah You…"

Qiao Yun exclaimed, afraid of offending the guards outside, she bit her lips tightly, and looked at the woman in the white undershirt with red ears.

"You finally came…"

The corners of Nan Jun's mouth curled up. Obviously, she was in a very good mood at this time.

She was looking forward to it day and night, thinking that he would come to look for her on the wedding night, but she kept her eyes open and waited until midnight, but she didn't find anyone.

His arrival today was not beyond Nan Jun's expectation.

"You knew I was coming?"

Qiao Yun's heart trembled, not knowing what Nan Jun's words meant.

The arm held by Nan Jun's warm palm was a little cold, and he pulled the cloak that was hung on the screen with one hand, and wrapped it directly around Qiao Yun's body.

"Even if it's not yet autumn, it's cold at night, why don't you wear more clothes when you go out?"

Letting go of Qiao Yun's arm, Nan Jun carefully tied the belt for him, and pulled him to sit on the couch beside the bed.

It's not that Nan Jun didn't want him to sit on the bed, it's just that this lonely man and widow, Nan Jun was afraid that he would lose control and did something that would hurt him.

Qiao Yun's eyes became hot, his long eyelashes trembled, and he sat there blankly without saying a word.

He hadn't seen such a gentle Nan Jun for many years.

The two sat side by side like this, and neither of them spoke first.

In the end, it was Nan Jun who couldn't bear the silence of the night, and took the initiative to hand his wrist forward.

Qiao Yun was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Nan Jun in puzzlement.

"You always come to see me at night, and you take my pulse first when you come. You must know about my injury, right?"

Qiao Yun nodded silently, and poked her fingers towards the beating pulse on Nan Jun's wrist.

Staring at Qiao Yun's serious and pensive face, Nan Jun couldn't help but stare blankly, this feeling is so familiar.

Slowly closing his eyes, Nan Jun listened carefully to Qiao Yun's voice.

"The body has recovered a lot, but the congestion in the brain has not disappeared. I am afraid that I will have headaches from time to time, and I can't remember many things."

Someone grabbed his wrist suddenly, Qiao Yun looked flustered, not knowing what Nan Jun was going to do.

"Why is your voice so familiar? Do we know each other?"

Nan Jun stared closely at Qiao Yun's eyes until Qiao Yun's little face flushed. Seeing him nodding his head slightly, he reluctantly let go of his wrist.

"Beautiful eyebrows and bright moon, and a smile that makes the city happy."

Nan Jun couldn't help but look at the red cinnabar on Qiao Yun's forehead, always feeling the beauty there.

Although there are no noble sons in Nanju Mansion, she has seen some men outside when she went out these days. The men here like to draw flowers on their foreheads. I don't know if every man has such a star on their foreheads. The beautiful cinnabar mole is dazzlingly red and touching.

"What did I... call you before?"

"Pity... Yun'er, call me Yun'er!"

Qiao Yun didn't want to mention the word "Lian Qing" because of Lian Qing, and because if he mentioned that name, Nan Jun might doubt Lian Qing's identity.

The time has not yet come, and he doesn't want Lian Qing to be exposed so soon.

"Yun'er? A shallow love always seems to be like a cloud, and the cloud is uncertain, still in the soul of a dream." Nan Jun couldn't help murmuring.

However, Qiao Yun shook his head, and explained in a low voice: "It's not the 'cloud', it's... Guan Qing has a beautiful appearance, and Yun Ruochan looks back with a smile."