On the way, Ji Qingxue said carefully, "it's Rongsheng and Yuner's reaction. Don't take it to heart."
After all, this is the wound of Nangong Yan. Even if it has been healed, there will still be scars.
Nangong Yan thin lips a hook: "I know, they really care about me, no harm."
Ji Qingxue looked at him carefully and assured him that he really had nothing to worry about: "today I have to stay in the Mingyue hall. His injury is too serious. If his condition is repeated, I have to stay there."
Nangong Yan said, "I'll accompany you."
"But..."
Nangong Yan's tone was firm and indisputable: "I'm used to you being by my side. I can't be at ease because you're there, otherwise I can't sleep for a long night."
The front words were quite serious, but the back ones are becoming more and more serious.
"All right. Let's go and look for the snow first. He should be awake by now."
With that, Ji Qingxue and nangongyan went back to the Phoenix Palace. It's said that nangongyan has lived in the Phoenix Palace since he ascended the throne. His crape myrtle palace hasn't even lived once.
So everyone in the palace knows that their new emperor really loves the queen.
Liusheng Valley, Wuling clan.
Nangong Qi looked at the news that the people outside had just returned. He was stunned and his brain was buzzing. He couldn't believe what he saw.
Bai ran Qing saw him like that and asked, "what's the matter? How a ghost look."
Nangong Qi looked dignified: "the news came back to the dark Pavilion, saying that the biological mother of the fifth brother had returned to Kyoto."
Bai Ranqing wondered: "brother Nangong's biological mother? Didn't she die many years ago?"
Nangong Qi nodded: "it's true, but how to explain the news from the people?"
After meditating for a moment, Nangong Qi looked up and said to Bai Ranqing, "Qingqing, we may have to leave for Beijing. I'm worried about my fifth brother."
Bai Ranqing nodded: "OK, I'll inform the elder. We'll simply clean up and set off immediately."
Bai Xing and Dabai kept at the door. When they saw Bai Ranqing, Bai Xing was stunned, and then the young man saluted her respectfully: "holy lady."
As soon as Da Bai sees Bai Ranqing, he unconsciously rubs her. Bai Ranqing touches Da Bai's tiger head and looks at Bai Xing with a smile.
"I've been back for so long. Every time you see me, you are so respectful. You and I grew up together. Bai Xing, you don't need this in front of me."
Hearing Bai Ranqing's words, Bai Xing is actually happy. Even if she married another man, at least they still haven't changed.
Happy to be happy, Bai Xing still said a refusal: "the elder said, now I have to learn to act steadily. People have to grow after all, don't they?"
Bai Xing was really surprised to say such words. She smiled and said, "yes, we have to grow after all, because we all have our own responsibilities."
Bai Xing asked softly, "are you leaving?"
"You heard what we just said."
Bai Xing suddenly blushed and shook his head: "I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I just came to see you. That's why..."
Bai Ranqing tilted her head and looked at him: "we really have to go, so after we leave, the people will ask you and the elders."
Bai Xing was stunned. She was saying please? So Bai Xing said firmly, "I will protect them."
After explaining the reason to the elders, Bai Ranqing and Nangong embarked on the journey back to Kyoto. Bai Xing and Dabai stood at the intersection to see them off until their figure disappeared in the distant sky.
Bai Xing gently stroked the white tiger next to him and muttered, "Da Bai, the saint will come back, right?"
The white tiger seemed to know the sadness of the people around him, so he stretched out his big tongue and licked his palm, as if comforting him.
Elder Tianxing stood behind him and asked, "do you regret it? Maybe if you had told your mind earlier, there would be nothing wrong with Nangong Qi."
Bai Xing shook his head: "there's nothing to regret. Feelings come first and arrive first. And I know that even without Nangong Qi, the saint's last choice will not be me."
Bai Xingwu turned and walked back. The elder Tianxing looked at his back, the corners of his mouth rose, and his gray beard shook. The good boy really grew up.
Ji Qingxue stayed in the bright moon hall all the time. At midnight, Nangong Xuan began to have a high fever. He was so hot that he was scared to death.
Ji Qingxue wet the veil and put it on his forehead. Nangong Xuan kept talking nonsense. He was calling "Chu Yushang".
Ji Qingxue looked at his painful appearance and couldn't help sighing: "if you knew today, why did you have to start."
Ji Qingxue calculated that he would have an accident, so she kept medicine on her body. She forced Nangong Xuan to fill a pill, then took out a small box, dug out the ointment from it, evenly applied it to the acupoints on Nangong Xuan's face, and then gently massaged it.
Seeing this, Nangong Yan said, "ah Xue, let me come. You are very tired today."
Ji Qingxue gave him the box with ointment in his hand: "just rub it according to the acupoints, so that he can fully absorb the ointment, so that he can at least be more comfortable."
Nangong Yan rubbed gently, and the room became silent for a moment. When he finished these, Nangong Xuan began to sweat. Ji Qingxue said, "he has a high fever. It's normal to sweat after taking medicine. When he finishes sweating, he should be all right."
Nangong Yan nodded. They sat back in their chairs. Nangong Yan asked, "ah Xue, are you sleepy? Do you want to sleep with me?"
Ji Qingxue shook his head slowly: "it won't be long before it's light. I can hold it. It's okay."
Nangong Yan suddenly stopped talking. Ji Qingxue felt strange: "what's the matter with you?"
Nangong Yan's face showed a dazed look: "ah Xue, I don't know. He has done so many things to hurt you and me, but I have to try to save him."
When he learned that he was going to kill Ji Qingxue, it was true that Nangong Yan wanted to kill him, but it was also true that he couldn't do it.
Since ancient times, it is not new to kill brothers and fathers in order to compete for the throne. No matter how rebellious and contrary to human relations, you can easily tamper with the historian's pen after being crowned Dabao, completely bury that past and become a good monarch forever.
But when Nangong Yan found that he couldn't do it, he was really at a loss. He couldn't tell why he was like this.
Ji Qingxue's soft hand gently grabbed his palm. She smiled: "you can't do things like him. It's normal, because you're not the same as him."