The little girl is right. The prince softened his expression and chuckled: "The little girl has taught Gu a lesson! When did Gu say that he wanted to take her as his concubine? Gu and Miss Zhen have a life-or-death promise, and naturally he wants to marry her as the crown prince."
He thought silently that after being stabbed, the former Wei Ji had been stabbed to death by Zhen Qingyin, and now this Wei Ji was the new Wei Ji. The new Wei Ji refused to admit that he had thought of taking someone else's young lady as a concubine.
Well, he always only wanted to marry the princess.
Zhen Qingyin is the blood that flows out of his body, which is equivalent to most of his life. She is his heart and soul. He loves and favors her just as he loves and favors himself.
It was too late for him to lift her up to heaven, so how could he humiliate her as a concubine?
How could the blood of his majestic Prince Dajing be only worth a little concubine?
To humiliate Zhen Qingyin is to humiliate himself.
His Royal Highness, who had been arrogant all his life, slowly corrected his thoughts.
"Is it true?" Tan Yun thought for a while. The prince's cousin had indeed never said that he would take Sister Zhen as a concubine. It was the imperial aunt and the imperial concubine who guessed it. She asked in surprise, "The prince's cousin , do you really want to marry Sister Zhen as the crown princess?"
"Of course," the prince's tone was extremely firm, "but please don't reveal this matter yet. Miss Zhen's family is somewhat complicated. Please wait until the matter is settled before you go ask Father for orders."
Tan Yun grinned: "Prince cousin, you are so awesome! When I get married in the future, you have to help me choose a good husband, like you. No, I will be satisfied with you 80% of the time! Too much Well, it seems that the appearance of the talented man and woman sung in the play has come to reality, and I won’t be afraid of getting married in the future!”
The prince was delighted and asked doubtfully: "What power?"
"Ahem," Tan Yun didn't dare to say. She secretly read the banned book, but she couldn't help it. Her mother loved to read it. She accidentally opened it and read the beginning. She couldn't eat or sleep at night until she saw the ending. "It's nothing. Slip of the tongue, meaning, you are awesome. If Sister Zhen knew that you wanted to marry her as the Crown Princess, she would definitely love you even more!"
The prince gently rubbed his fingers under the quilt, suppressing the heat in his ears: "You are a little girl, you are not ashamed to talk about love and love, go to the queen mother quickly, she can't see you now, use The food doesn’t even taste good.”
"I understand, I understand!" Tan Yun winked mischievously, bowed hastily, and walked out briskly.
Prince: ...little girl, what do you know?
He lifted up the thin quilt and called out to Feng Youxi who was like a bolt from the blue. Regardless of his expression, he asked softly: "How is Miss Zhen doing?"
"Your Highness... Your Highness," Feng Youxi was struck twice by the prince's thunderous words early in the morning. His tongue was tied and he said with a wooden face, "Back to Your Highness, Miss Zhen has already washed up, had breakfast, and eaten. It’s medicinal porridge, and I’m holding Tang Pozi in my arms, leaning on the bed and listening to the palace maid reading.”
As expected, I didn't wait for breakfast with him. "She is in a good mood. What book is she reading?"
"Script."
"Huh?" The prince kicked off his shoes, a little surprised.
"It's a storybook written by that grumpy little tomato, and it's banned by the imperial court." Feng Youxi was horrified, "Ms. Zhen had her breakfast and said she wanted to read some books. The little eunuch who went to pick up the books from your bookshelf was illiterate, so he just took them as you ordered. The storybook that I found. After hearing a few words, I hurriedly went to ask for it back, but Miss Zhen insisted on reading it, so I had no choice but to ask His Highness for instructions."
Why did you pick that one? The prince pushed Feng Youxi away, moved faster, and changed his clothes.
He had to go quickly to prevent Zhen Qingyin from being led astray by the grumpy little tomato.
"Where's the medicine?"
Feng Youxi's legs were trembling: "It's cooked."
"Bring it to me."
Feng Youxi lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Yes."
*
Zhen Qingyin had a low fever and was feeling weak all over. She wanted to go back to the tent of Duke Chao's mansion or the tent of Zhen's family, but the palace maid and eunuch refused to let her go, so she could only lean on the pillow and fall asleep.
The palace maid's face turned red while she was reading, her mouth felt like it was burning, and she stuttered.
As expected of a book banned by the imperial court, after reading only two pages, the hero and heroine rolled into the flowers.
When the prince came in with a heavy look and raised the curtain, the maid was reading: "... Wei Jiulang tore... tore open Qingqing's... front, revealing... revealing... white... flowers..."
"Qing Yin!" The prince called out in time, fearing that the dirty words written by the grumpy little tomato would hurt Zhen Qing Yin's pure ears.
Du Ruo and the palace ladies hurriedly knelt down to pay their respects.
The maid who was studying was greatly relieved.
The prince waved them away, but Du Ruo did not move, staring at him like a wolf.
The prince didn't care. He sat down with the help of two eunuchs and asked softly: "Qing Yin, are you feeling better?"
Zhen Qingyin felt angry and became more pretentious. She pretended to be weak and said: "Your Highness, there are people coming and going and it is noisy. I can't sleep and I am weak. I forgive you for not being able to get up and salute Your Highness."
"It's okay, I don't need your courtesy." The prince said good-naturedly, "There was a bit of noise in the camp, and I couldn't live in peace. After lunch, we moved to the palace. It's secluded there, and it's a good place to recuperate. .”
Zhen Qingyin: "..." I hate myself for talking too much and being too pretentious.
"That's not necessary. Your Majesty just suffers from an ordinary cold. You can recover after taking a few medicines. However, Your Highness is seriously injured and needs to rest well."
She suppressed her fear and glanced at the prince's abdomen.
Last night, she had nightmares all night long, including scenes of her being killed in her previous life, and scenes of her stabbing the prince.
Repeat over and over again.
The sound of daggers piercing flesh, some stabbing her, some stabbing him, turned into a nightmare, haunting her.
It scared her after all. The prince couldn't bear it, so he sat on the bedside, gently held her shoulders, held the stiff Zhen Qingyin in his arms, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, it was just an accident, he bumped into her alone, and it has nothing to do with you. Besides, isn’t it good to be alone? Why don’t you touch it and see?”
He grabbed one of Zhen Qingyin's hands, which was full of softness and tenderness. He couldn't help but feel distracted, and his eyes shifted to her lips. He restrained himself and quickly moved his eyes to her abdomen, his eyes suddenly turned painful.
Zhen Qingyin didn't know why he had such no sense of boundaries.
They're not familiar with each other at all, okay?
Even though they had kissed, it was far from enough to cuddle.
"Your Highness, please respect yourself." Zhen Qingyin broke away from his hand, not daring to make any big moves for fear that his wound would burst.
Although he said for the second time that it had nothing to do with her and that he did not blame her, the person who almost killed him was herself. Zhen Qingyin could not forget the scene of stabbing his abdomen. The feeling and fear at that time were like maggots on the tarsal bones, following each other like a shadow. She felt tortured and guilty.
The less he blames her, the more ashamed she becomes.
Saying that she liked him, committing herself to him with her body, her heart, and being willing to die for her love were all lies. Not only did she lie to him, but she also couldn't respond to his sincere feelings.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of something wrong with his expression, and Zhen Qing's heart sank. Could it be that the imperial doctor had diagnosed her with some terminal illness? Otherwise, why would you look like this?
