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Pei Ruochen was silent, but she also tacitly agreed.

"The empress dowager is critically ill and has been in a coma ever since. I wonder if she'll be able to survive this spring." He Lan Chun's voice was a little gentler as he continued, "If possible, I hope to hear the good news about You'er as soon as possible. A woman, if she were a mother, would definitely be more sensible. It will be a lot more peaceful. "

These words were to urge Pei Ruochen to go to the same room as He Lan Lu as soon as possible.

Pei Ruochen remained silent for a moment before she replied, "This subject has already invited Teacher Feng Jiu to treat the empress dowager tomorrow. The empress dowager will definitely be blessed by the heavens and recover her health."

"Feng Jiu, the Feng Jiu who did things for A Xue?" He Lan Chun asked doubtfully.

"Yes," Pei Ruochen calmly replied, "Even so, even if he has other motives, he would not harm the empress dowager. Furthermore, with Feng Jiu's fame, his medical skills are also well regarded. This subject believes that we can give it a try."

"That's the only way, but you have to be careful, don't let him play any tricks." After a pause, He Lan Chun said to himself, "General Qin came to the palace in the afternoon to tell me that according to reliable sources, A Xue has already entered the capital. His visit this time is definitely related to the empress dowager's illness, and he's probably worried about some good intentions. "I've already ordered General Qin to send over Hubai's troops from the capital. You better be careful too."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Pei Ruochen bowed and answered.

"It's getting late, you should go back and see You'er. Don't let her stay alone in that empty room anymore." He Lan Chun waved his hand.

"One more thing." Pei Ruochen turned around and was about to leave when she suddenly thought of something. She then said, "Regarding the marriage between the Xiahou Clan and the Leng Empress, what kind of arrangements should we make regarding materials and etiquette? Is it a son or a prince? "

"This is Prime Minister's duty, and there is no need to consult me. You can decide. Just ask for Xiahou's opinion first." He Lan Chun said flatly, "Xia Yu was also a good one. I never thought that the Queen Leng would fall for him — by the way, what is the name of the person who went with him?"

"Liu Xi, I heard it's Xiahou's nephew."

"Liu Xi … Xia Yu has settled down in Ice Country. I'm afraid that the Marquis' title will be passed down to this nephew Liu Xi. When the time comes to order Liu Xi to enter the palace, I will test him and praise his worth. " After saying that, he couldn't help yawning, covering his mouth, and then casually added, "Also, don't spread the news about the Queen at your house. If there is a second person in the court who knows about this, I will definitely hold you accountable."

"Yes, your servant will take his leave first." Pei Ruochen respectfully saluted once again before turning around and following the lantern-beaming eunuch out of the palace.

Outside the palace, the servants who escorted Pei Ruochen into the palace were still waiting on the spot. When they saw him come out, they quickly went to greet him. Pei Ruochen simply waved her hands and raised her head to look at the clear and cold moon in the sky before saying, "I will walk back by myself."

Then he took a step forward and headed into the empty street.

When He Lan Xue returned from the Prime Minister's Estate, it was already getting late.

It was not the end of the evening.

Her lover had already hastily washed up, eaten something else without thought, and slipped into bed for her spring and autumn dream.

When He Lan Xue returned, Yi Jian pointed to the room, indicating that her lover was asleep. He then asked the prince if he had heard anything from the Prime Minister's manor.

He Lan Xue didn't say anything. She just smiled, shook her head, and then quietly opened the door.

There was a moment of silence in the room. There was no light, and the evening sun was shining through the windows. The ground was rippling.

Gently, he went to the bed and sat down beside his lover, who lay sprawled on the bed, her face red in the light. His eyes were tightly shut, his lips slightly parted as he quietly breathed in and out.

He Lan Xue looked at it for a while, then reached out her hand to kick the blanket off of her. She then pulled it up again to cover her exposed shoulder.

Her lover seemed to be a little hot as he pushed off with his legs and pushed off the blanket again.

He Lan Xue bitterly smiled, and then pulled it back up again.

The woman kicked again.

Pull again.

Another step.

He held her by the shoulder, and regardless of whether she was awake or asleep, very immoral, he forcefully lifted her up.

Her lover, who was sleeping soundly, woke up after being tossed around like this all of a sudden. He opened his eyes shakily and looked at her in confusion.

He Lan Xue firmly held her shoulders, not allowing her to lie down.

Her lover was speechless. She looked at him for a while, yawned, and closed her eyes, intending to continue sleeping just like that — even if she sat there, she would still be able to fall asleep.

"My beloved." Before she could fall asleep, He Lan Xue hurriedly called out to her.

Slowly, the woman opened her eyes and looked at him dreamily.

However, He Lan Xue just looked at her deeply and became silent again.

"What is it?" she asked patiently, trying to get rid of sleep.

"I just saw her." Houlan said.

"Oh." Her lover's expression was languid and listless.

"My beloved …"

"Eh?"

"..." I love you. From now on, I only love you. "

"Oh."

Her reaction was rather calm, and she didn't mind. He just let go of her and let her roll back into the bed, wrapping her up and continuing her sleep.

He Lan Xue stood up. Once again, she looked down on her face. She dotingly smiled at him, and then, he lightly walked towards the door.

When he reached the door, he suddenly heard a muffled voice coming from the blanket, "Ah Xue, is your hand ready?"

"I won't be able to get better for the rest of my life." He Lan Xue turned her head and calmly replied.

"Oh." After her lover agreed, she no longer made a sound.

He Lan Xue went out and carefully closed the door.

His heart was very calm.

The dust settled. It was as if he had trekked for a long time, only to find peace and quiet after his return home.

"Your Highness." When they reached the corridor, Yi Jian came closer and carefully reported, "Mr Feng is in my room right now."

He Lan Xue nodded, looked left and right cautiously, then turned sideways and sneaked into Yi Jian's room.

Feng Jiu didn't seem to be able to wait for him. He sat at the table, a pot of tea in front of him, several cups in which he was sprinkling tea, pouring water, washing, shaking, pouring and pouring the tea again — he was having a great time, even when He Lan Xue came in, Feng Jiu didn't notice.

"So engrossed?" He Lan Xue sat down across from him and asked with a smile, "What are you busy with?"

"A new tea from Lord Xiao Pei." Feng Jiu raised his head, smiled, and replied, "It is indeed of the highest quality."

"Could it be that the tea leaves of the imperial family can't compare to these?" The tribute of the imperial household is a top quality item worth a thousand gold taels. " Hera Xue asked in a very vulgar tone.

"There's no market price. I'm afraid not even the royal family has this kind of goods." Feng Jiu finally finished brewing a cup, took a sip in enjoyment, then closed his eyes and said, "So it can be seen that the officials of Jun Shan are as devoted to Lord Xiao Pei as they are to the Emperor."

He Lan Xue began to ponder.

"Rather, it would be better to explain the matter of entering the palace in the morning." Feng Jiu finished his cup and returned to the main topic at hand.

He Lan Xue also sat up with a serious face.

He could not sleep, nor could he sleep.

She turned the bed over and over, tossing it back and forth in seven or eight positions: on her side, on her back, with her head under the bed, her feet on the bedstead, or curled up like a shrimp. All the postures had been tried, but he couldn't sleep.

So insomnia is so uncomfortable, living so much, finally can taste what insomnia is like.

It was simply — better to die than to live.

She simply stopped tormenting herself and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

However, the moment she quieted down, she heard what He Lan Xue said just now.

What was this? What was this?

It was good that he loved her, but after that, what could he do?

She must go back to Yan Han's side. She must because — she had also promised Yan Han.

Was his hand going to be fine for the rest of his life?

What should she do? What should she do? She only felt that she had gotten herself into the most trouble in the world, and she could not find any standard to measure it.

As he thought about it, he suddenly felt dizzy.

She got up, took a pitcher of water, drank it without a care, and crawled back into bed.

After a while, she got up again, drank some water, and went back to bed.

Again and again.

Her stomach swelled up, and she was too lazy to get up, so she just continued lying there.

She hated trouble!

Why did He Lan Xue just throw out a question and irresponsibly leave?

Forget it, I'm not thinking about anything anymore. She pulled up the quilt, covering her face, and tried to fall asleep.

However, after lying like this for a short while, she had no choice but to sit up again.

She had drunk too much water. She was going to the latrine.

There was one thing in ancient times that she hated deeply.

That was: the latrine was too far away, and every time he wanted to solve a problem, he would have to walk far away with a groan.

Now that she lived in an inn, the latrine was in the small yard behind the inn. The thought of climbing the stairs and having to pass through a long alley made her face turn green.

Endure it until tomorrow morning.

Helpless, his stomach rumbled. Looks like he couldn't hold it in any longer.

Finally, reluctantly, she picked it up, carelessly put on a pair of slippers, and stumbled open the door.

He Lan Xue was still in Yi Jian's room discussing important matters with Feng Jiu, so she didn't notice the situation on her side.

Her lover went downstairs.

The guests had all gone back to their rooms, except for the waiter who was napping at the entrance. When the servant walked over, he had just lowered his head and did not notice her at all.

Her lover was also half asleep. The insomnia just now had tortured her to the point of death, making her dispirited and depressed.

Because of this, the alley should have left the door and turned right. The girl was confused and turned left onto the street.

At the end of the street, beside the radiance of the stars, a handsome and slender figure was walking over.

She clutched her stomach, hurrying, bumping around like a headless fly.

Under the starry sky, the figure gradually approached and emerged from the mist.

She ran into it.

Suddenly raising her head, she was stunned. After a long while, she finally said, "I'm looking for a latrine."

Pei Ruochen also looked at her with a drowsy look and smiled, "I'll take you there."

This was their reunion.

This was their first conversation.