So when something happens, the first thing to do is not to go to the serious Lian Yu, but to the gentle Tuoba Nian, and it has become everyone's habit to go to Tuoba Nian.

Tuoba Nian smiled lightly, feeling very grateful for her trust.

He looked at her clearly, his eyes seemed to be filled with soft moonlight, "Give me your hand."

"..." Qinghe was suspicious, "What are you doing?"

His hand was already stretched out.

A small section of her white, soft and thin wrists was exposed from the wide sleeves. The string of moonlight Bodhisattva shimmered, adding a bit of blurry soft light to her wrists.

Tuoba Nian stretched his fingertips into the cuffs tightly, covering his black eyelashes, and suddenly stretched out his hand, patted her palm gently, "Go in!"

"..." Qinghe was slapped by him and subconsciously withdrew his hand, and the string of moonlight Bodhisattva immediately hid it in his flowing sleeves.

Staring at his slightly narrow face, she pouted and walked inside while muttering softly.

Tuoba Nian stood at the door of the palace, with a faint smile on her lips. It was not until her slender figure disappeared into the palace that the smile froze on her lips.

He lowered his head and took out a string of gray-white moonlight bodhi beads from his sleeves. He took a slight breath, squeezed it into his palm, turned around, and strode away.

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The next day, Qinghe got up early in the morning. After washing himself, he called his maid Qinyin.

Qinyin has been with her since she entered the palace at the age of twelve, and it has been six years now.

"Qinyin, have you picked up the medicinal materials I asked you to pick up at the Royal Pharmacy yesterday?"

Qinyin nodded and said feebly, "Princess, everything you asked your slave to prepare is ready."

Qinghe patted the hem of his clothes and looked up at her.

Seeing that her face was pale and her complexion was a little bad, she was stroking her abdomen with one hand.

She raised her eyebrows slightly. In the impression, she was also in such a listless mood for the past few days last month, as if she was sick.

He walked to the table, picked up the medicine box on the table, looked at her and said, "Qinyin, please don't follow me when I leave the palace this time.

I will write about a pharmacy later. You go to the Royal Pharmacy to get some medicine. One patch a day. Drink the medicine with three meals. If you insist on it for a month, your abdominal pain will be gone."

"My slave is fine. You can accompany the princess out of the palace and take care of her." Qinyin was weak, and there was a slight sweat on his forehead.

Qing He frowned, "Stop talking, it's okay if you accompany me out of the palace like this and don't let me take care of you. Okay, you can stay in the palace with peace of mind and take a good look at the palace. I will be back in five days."

After saying that, he walked out of the hall without giving her a chance to speak.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she reached the entrance of the palace, a figure quickly rushed in front of her.

"Sister Huang, do you want to leave the palace?" Qing Sheng put her hands behind her back and looked at her with a smile, so charming.

Qinghe twitched the corner of his mouth and patted her head helplessly, "Yes, let's leave the palace."

"I'm going too!" Qingsheng said directly about his intention without being tactful at all.

"No." Qinghe didn't want to refuse.

This girl is a troublemaker. If you take her out, you might cause some trouble for her.

Qingsheng pouted, her two little eyebrows curled into two little caterpillars, and tears came at every turn, pitifully hanging on her long eyelashes.

It was about to fall.

Qinghe rolled his eyes and knocked her forehead in compromise, "I really lost to you."

Qing Sheng immediately raised her sleeves and wiped her eyes, took Qing He's hand, "Let's go, Sister Huang."

"..."!!!

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Outside Hexu Hall, people who came all the way to see the goddess doctor had already formed a long queue.

Qing Sheng opened the curtain and looked over, and saw Nancheng waving to her from a distance. Her eyes lit up, and she jumped out of the carriage without waiting for it to stop.

The palace man driving the car was startled and stopped his horse hastily.

Qinghe was still frightened and hurriedly opened the curtains of the car, only to see someone running towards Nancheng.

Nancheng wore a white men's suit today and a nondescript hat on his head, with a ring of white fluff on the brim.

The weather in August|September is not too hot!

Seeing that a certain girl was fine, Qinghe took a breath.

He leaned forward to get off the carriage.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from behind, and the crack of a whip could even be heard.

The horse roared, kicked up fierce wind and dust, and whizzed past the eyes.

Qinghe frowned slightly and couldn't help but look at the horse galloping ahead.

But after one glance, he could no longer look away.

The man on horseback wore a crescent white brocade robe that tightly wrapped his slender figure, and the warm jade around his waist flew far behind his waist as the horse ran fiercely.

The man held a long white whip made of polygonum in one hand, and his whole body was sitting slightly backwards. His face was covered with a white mask that was similar in color to his clothes.

Those red lips were as red as rouge and very delicate.

And the eyes exposed under the mask were as bright as stars, dazzling even in broad daylight.

He kept staring at her with his eyes until he disappeared at the end of the street.

Qinghe stared at the direction in which he disappeared, holding on to the carriage's fingers, clenching them until they turned white.

The circles under my eyes turned red all over at some point.

Someone called her, and she looked over blankly.

But her vision was blurry and she couldn't see clearly.

Her pale lips moved slightly, as if she were saying something, but she didn't make any sound.

Suddenly, she opened the car curtain with great force, jumped out of the carriage almost madly, and ran forward desperately.

The wrist was grabbed from behind.

Qinghe broke away fiercely and ran forward desperately.

Her ears were buzzing and she couldn't hear any sound. There was only one thought in her mind: to catch up with the man in white riding a horse.

But soon, his waist was grabbed with great force and he was carried somewhere.

Her body was pressed tightly, and no matter how hard she struggled, she could not break away from the gravity.

"He'er, He'er..." Zhang Quling held her face with one hand. Her face was very cold, her lips were trembling, and her eyes were blood red, as if she had blinked lightly.

, there will be tears of blood.

Zhang Quling's chest rose sharply, his forehead rested on hers, and his other hand held her waist tighter, pressing her whole body against him.

Feeling her messy and rapidly beating heartbeat, he breathed out slightly.

He kissed her brow, his dark eyes full of love and worry.

Inside, it's complicated.

Knowing that today was the day for her to leave the palace, he rushed out after attending the morning court.

When he saw her carriage parked in front of Hexu Hall, he walked over.

Unexpectedly, her expression was stunned and her eyes were red, but she looked at him with a strange look on her face.

Then he ran forward regardless...

Before that, he saw the man in white riding away from her, and also saw the man in white suddenly turning his head to look at her...

The black pupils deepened, and Zhang Quling closed his eyes slightly.

The panic that suddenly surged in his heart made him feel strange and inexplicable.

He was just a strange man, but he actually felt the slightest threat.

Especially, when he saw her chasing after her almost crazily, the fear became even worse.

As she said, for so many years, he was the only one beside her, and there was no one else.

If there was someone who was special to her, but that person now does not pose a threat to him at all, because that person has...

Therefore, his uneasiness is really unreasonable.

Zhang Quling lowered his head slightly and looked deeply at the little woman who gradually stabilized her mood in his arms.

A decision gradually takes shape in my heart.

"Sister Huang..." a small voice came up weakly.

Zhang Quling frowned slightly and looked down.

Then he saw two little heads looking at Qing He in his arms with concern.

"Brother Ling, what's wrong with Sister Huang?" Qing Sheng carefully looked at Qing He who had his head lowered, his face turned a little pale.
To be continued...