The Favoured Medical Princess

After reading a few posts, Xiao Yi read it impatiently.

Communicating with people is a troublesome thing, and now the most important thing for his stinky girl is to take a good rest and raise his body.

He stacked the posts together again and planned to throw them back to Baihui. This time, Nangong Yue took a quick step. She waved her hand and motioned Baihui to retreat.

"Ai," she smiled sweetly at Xiao Yi, and said softly, "I'm really fine!"

Xiao Yi was unmoved.

Nangong Yue grabbed one of his hands and continued to coquettishly say: "Besides, I have been back to Luoyue City for a few days now. I can't avoid it all the time?" A lot of news can be found from the exchanges between the women in the house. Come, if she had been kept in the house, wouldn’t she be blind?

Xiao Yi shrugged, of course knowing Nangong Yue's intentions, but for him, A Yue is his most important person, but not a subordinate?!

Nangong Yue was still not discouraged, shook Xiao Yi's hand, and said meaningfully: "Besides, the father's marriage is approaching, and some things should be prepared..." She released her last trick.

Speaking of King Zhennan's marriage, Xiao Yi's face finally changed slightly, and the corner of his mouth was drawn with an arc of laughter and laughter. He said in a meaningful way: "At that time, it's all you deserve. "

These things have been delayed long enough!

Thinking of the things that had just been tried out from Meng Tingjian's mouth, Xiao Yi's eyes flicked a cold face.

Xiao Yi held her waist with one hand, pressed her head against her chest with one hand, and kissed her gently on the top of her hair. Her long eyelashes were half drooping, preventing her from seeing his eyes. Wipe the cold murderous.

The intention to kill is just a flash.

Xiao Yi never immersed in it.

Soon, he left it behind.

He and A Yue were together, but they didn't want to waste their time together for those unnecessary people and unnecessary things.

"Ayue," Xiao Yi summoned sweetly while continuing to bow her head to kiss her forehead. "What gift do you want for the Mid-Autumn Festival? I'll make moon cakes for you, OK?" Xiao Yi thought more and more that this was a good idea.

But Nangong Yue jumped in the corner of his eyes. With his cooking skills, didn't that add chaos to the kitchen?

She hurriedly raised her head and said: "Ai, you just returned to Luoyue City, don't... um..." Her unspoken words drowned between his lips and teeth, and the hunter who waited for the rabbit was already waiting for the rabbit to come to the door. The shape of her lips is depicted with her lips, and the inner chamber is quiet, leaving only the scorching breath and rapid heartbeat...

After Xu Yu, he moved his lips slightly to put his forehead against her forehead, and the tip of his nose almost touched the tip of his nose, and said, "What did you just say?"

His voice was a little hoarse, and the peachy eyes with water and water smiled like a crescent moon, with a happy and happy look, but it seemed threatening in Nangong Yue, as if to say, if her answer could not satisfy him If he does...

His lips pressed closer to her, as if she had just opened her lips a little, and her lips would stick to him.

Nangong Yue said almost breathlessly: "Tomorrow we will make mooncakes together."

Xiao Yi's throat made a light laughter, seeming to be joyful, and a little regretful, and his lips were attached to her again... In the haze, Nangong Yue seemed to hear him vaguely answer.

After Nangong Yue coaxed Xiao Yi, her lips were already as red as fresh strawberries.

Under Xiao Yi’s “supervision”, she summoned Bai Hui again and carefully selected five or six posts. Then Xiao Yi rejected some of them in disgust. Nangong Yue did not dare to bargain, so she chose it. Three posts.

Bai Hui withdrew his eyes without squinting, calm and neat, his eyes didn't even stay on Nangong Yue's lips for a moment...

Mid-autumn festival is coming in the midst of the little couple's tiresomeness.

Early in the morning, the Wangfu people gave rewards to the people in accordance with the old rules. The people who wore new clothes and received the rewards were happy and walked with the wind, and there was a strong holiday atmosphere all over the Wangfu.

The atmosphere in Bixiaotang's kitchen was a little weird.

The kitchen ladies, maidservants, and mother-in-law were mostly expelled, leaving only Nangong Yue and Xiao Yi to make mooncakes inside. Nangong Yue racked her brains to find Xiao Yi's energy and kneading work. The cage moon cakes were sent to Lin Jingchen, Fu Yunyan and Grandpa Fang.

On this night, the royal palace sacrificed the moon, and set up two tables of family feasts in the small flower hall, enjoying the moon, feasting, and listening to the drama together.

The Mid-Autumn Festival night passed by, and the Bi Xiao Tang, who had closed the door to thank guests, finally made a move, and the Princess of the World began to see guests again.

For three days in a row, female relatives came to visit.

On the first day, it was Mrs. Tian who came to visit Nangong Yue, and she also wanted Nang Gongyue to help persuade Xiao Yi.

The next day came General Hu’s wife and daughter-in-law. Hu and Meng’s in-laws were in-laws. After the Meng family’s accident, the Hu family was frightened and fearful of being angered. Sincere.

On the third day, Mrs. An came to visit with the three girls, An Zhihua.

An Zhihua wore a hibiscus flower with hibiscus and gold hibiscus makeup, and the three thousand silks were turned into a bun. The bun that seemed to be non-fallen added a bit of femininity to her. The corners of his mouth are slightly raised.

Seen for three months, An Zhi's painting looks a bit prettier than before, just like a peony flower that is half-to-be-released, and will soon fully bloom.

"Have seen the concubine."

Mrs. An and An Zhihua salute Nangong Yuefu sitting on the head.

"Exemption." Nangong Yue received the whole ceremony, which raised her hand slightly, and asked the two mothers and daughters to sit down.

"Thank you Princess Shi." Mrs. An thanked her quietly on the surface, but she was not very happy: her painting sister is the future Princess Zhennan, and she will be the mother-in-law of Princess Shizi in half a month. If the concubine understands the rules, if she is really virtuous, she should treat her and her daughter half-mannered.

Thinking about it, Mrs. An flashed a bit of displeasure in her eyes, and sat down on the side chair with An Zhihua. She smiled and said, "My sister and I heard that Princess Shizi was happy, and I came here to congratulate Princess Shizi specially. Shizi If his mother knew about the spirit of heaven, he would be pleased."

Mrs. An made an elder's gesture as an aunt, and then glanced at Anzhi's painting, and then Anzhi's painting said: "Concubine Shizi, I personally made a small bellyband for Xiaoshisun in the past few days. I also hope that the concubine of the world will dislike it."

After she made a gesture, her close maid immediately took a long mahogany long box and stepped forward, and opened the long box. There was a big red bellyband embroidered with five poisons in the box.

"Thank you for drawing your cousin." Nangong Yue thanked with a smile.

A round-faced maid from the side stepped up and took the long mahogany box, closed the box, and lowered her eyebrows to the side.

Upon seeing this, An Zhi flashed a displeasure in his eyes, but said nothing.

The hall was quiet for a moment, and the atmosphere was a bit stiff.

At this time, the maid came up with hot tea, and Mrs. An took a sip of tea, and politely praised: "It is really good tea. Such a good Pu'er tea may only be comparable to the Longjing new tea in Jiangnan." She said enthusiastically The author, "Sister Concubine, I happened to have some Longjing new tea in my house this year. I asked people to come to Jiangnan to invite everyone to come to South Xinjiang to discuss the piano. How about the canister?"

Mrs. An looked at Nangong Yue with a smile, ostensibly talking about tea, but actually mentioned this Xu everyone.

Xu everyone is named Xu Luojin. She and Shi Qingya are two of Dayu’s most famous piano artists. Her daughter is about to marry. In order to give her a long face, Mrs. An spent a lot of effort to invite people. come.

Nangong Yue has a good piano and naturally heard the name of Xu everyone. She raised her brow slightly and asked casually, "But who is Xu Luojin?"

Mrs. An said busyly: "It is. My painting sister is most fond of playing piano on weekdays, so I invited everyone to go to Fuzhong to discuss the piano. Panicked, I posted a few posts to go out, and several mansions refused to say..." As she said, she frowned slightly, revealing regret.

Recently, for the affairs of the Meng Mansion, the South Xinjiang Army successively searched and interrogated many mansions, so that the city's strokes were so loud that even this year's Mid-Autumn Festival was not lively in previous years...

Nangong Yue smiled faintly and said lightly: "I heard that everyone has extraordinary piano skills, and I think it would benefit greatly from painting cousin."

"I can learn a lot from Xu everyone, and I have already benefited a lot." An Zhihua owed his body.

But Mrs. An choked for a moment. She came with her daughter today. Naturally, it was not just to visit Nangong Yue. The most important thing was to want to check the reality. If Nangong Yue took the opportunity to come to Anfu as a guest, then Said that the storm will not affect the settlement.I don't want Nangong Yue not to answer her own words at all.

Mrs. An laughed dryly, and said casually: "Xu everyone will return to Jiangnan in a few days. The opportunity is rare, it is better..."

Nangong Yue looked at Mrs. An with a smile, and a pair of clear and clear eyes seemed to see her through, interrupting her and saying: "I am aunt and rest assured that the grandfather has a sense of justice, and he will never miss his father. Wang's wedding!"

The second silence was ushered in the hall, and the atmosphere was even more awkward. A trace of shame flashed under the half-hanging eyes of An Zhi's painting, and his hands twitched the veil.

Nangong Yue said all of this, and Mrs. An was somewhat upset, and it was not easy to say anything. She got up and said goodbye with An Zhihua.

Soon, the carriage of the mother and daughter left Bixiaotang.

An Zhihua had been holding back for a long time when he was in Bixiaotang. When he left the house, he gritted his teeth bitterly and said, "Mother, did you choose the maid who gave birth to the daughter?"

With that, her eyes showed resentment. At the beginning, she also wanted to show her favor to Nangong Yue, but instead of toasting and eating fine wine, Nangong Yue not only did not give herself a little face, but also helped Xiao Fei give herself a dismounted horse. Presumably she was afraid of herself.

Nangong Yue had a narrow-minded heart, so she didn't need to bow down to her.

Mrs. An clapped her daughter's hand and gave a soothing smile, saying: "I have picked two, one is beautiful and refined, and the book is like a princess; the other is charming and beautiful. Things." Even her woman was tempted to meet, not to mention those men, which men do not steal!

"Concubine Shizi is pregnant, but there is not even a concubine beside him, really immoral!" An Zhihua shook her head and sighed in disbelief, his expression finally calmed down.

The smile on Mrs. An's face was deeper, and she said: "As the saying goes:'The elders can't give away', draw your sister, and wait for you to pass through the house, many things can be justified."

After hearing the words, An Zhi's painting slightly tilted the corner of his mouth proudly, and a pair of bright big eyes sparkled with a strange expression.

"Mother said that some things can be avoided if they want to avoid it." An Zhihua smiled meaningfully, just now Nangong Yue did not touch the little bellyband he gave himself. I am afraid that it will be thrown away long ago. Is that right?But this apron is a dead thing that can be thrown, but the big living people are different!

In the laughter of the mother and daughter in Anjia, the carriage gradually went away...

An Zhihua was actually right. The five-poison little bellyband had no chance of seeing the sun. The round-faced maid named Haitang finished the mahogany long box and returned to the hall to find Nangong Yue to return to life.

At the moment, there are two little maids who are packing up the tea cups that An Guo has used. When Begonia passed by, he glanced at random and found that the tea in the tea gull was full of water, and he had never drank it.

She remembers that this seat should be sitting

Anzhi painting.

She walked to Nangong Yue's knees and became aware of it.

Nangong Yue raised her eyebrows with interest, as if she had heard some funny jokes. Queer said with amusement: "Concubine Shizi, Miss An'an is afraid that we will give her something in the tea!"

The thrush continued with a sentence: "True gentleman's belly with the heart of a villain."

Nangong Yue put down the tea cup, did not answer, but smiled and said: "Come with me for a walk."

The closest to Nangong Yue was Begonia, but she took a step back and heard Bai Hui come up to serve.

Begonia is one of the dark guards that Xiao Yi asked Zhu Xingxin to choose for Nangong Yue, and stayed with her as a first-class maid, but Begonia knew that she could not be more than a few hundred Hui before them, so after coming, Very obedient, no competition.

Bai Hui carefully supported Nangong Yue to get up, followed, the master and servants out of the hall, and leisurely went to the small garden...

In the following days, Bixiaotang was clean again, and Nangong Yue only occasionally received one or two prayer posts. When I was free, I listened to the drama with Fu Yunyan, played the spring ball with Xiao Fei, or made small clothes and lived a leisurely life. Comfortable, but not in the palace.

As we approached September, it represented the wedding of the King of Zhennan, even if it was a continuation of the string, it was also the most important event of the year in Wangfu.

Nangong Yue, by raising her baby, just happens to be a shopkeeper, ignoring everything, and all the wedding agenda has its own Wei's management.Wei's work has always been cautious, not asking for merit but never asking for anything. From the wedding banquet, the wedding ceremony to the layout of the new house, etc., everything is in accordance with the rules set by Nangong Yue...

It was already August 25, and it was only half a month away from the marriage period. All the gifts should be prepared and ready for recruitment.

But who wants to change suddenly!

The future step-princess, that is, the third girl of Anjia, suddenly became ill, and the disease was not too light.

It is said that on August 18th, An Zhihua became ill after returning from the visit to Princess Shi from Bixiaotang. At first, she only coughed slightly, thinking that it would be fine to drink some soup for clearing cough and nourishing lungs. It's getting heavier and harder, and after only seven days of hard work, I can't get out of bed...

Seeing the marriage day approaching day by day, the King of Zhennan was inevitably anxious, for fear of any changes in the wedding.

According to the rules, it should be Nangongyue, the head of the house, went to Anfu to visit Anzhi painting, but Zhennan Wangsheng was afraid that the baby grandson would be ill. After thinking about it, she asked Mrs. Qiao to take his second wife Zhou Roujia. .

After arriving at Anfu, Mrs. An personally led the two to the boudoir of Anzhi painting.

An Zhihua was seriously ill, lying on the bed with a pale face, seemingly in a nightmare, groaning and groaning painfully from time to time.

They didn't stay in the house for a long time, and Madam Ann quickly took the two out of the house, and the three of them looked dignified.

The air outside the house was much fresher than the inside of the house, but it could not relieve the heavy mood of the three.

"Mrs. An, I don't know what disease Lingxi got?" Zhou Roujia asked worriedly.

Mrs. An took out a handkerchief and wiped tears from the corners of her eyes, sobbing: "My daughter, who has died, I have invited all the famous doctors in Luoyue City to see. The doctors are helpless. I can’t say anything about it..."

Before her words fell, a little maid came running out of breath and blessed her body: "Madam, Master Jing Yuan is here."

Madam An seemed to have caught a life-saving straw and hurriedly said: "Please! Hurry up and invite the master to come in!"

After the little majesty took her life, she hurried away again.

Mrs. An greeted Mrs. Qiao and Zhou Roujia's eyes, explaining with a frowning expression: "Master Jing Yuan is a master of Taoism, Taoism and law are profound, on weekdays are all traveling around the world, whereabouts. This painting My sister is seriously ill, it is not good at all. I heard that the master just happened to go to Xing'an City to give a lecture, so I hurriedly sent someone to Xing'an City to invite the master to pray for her..."

Mrs. Qiao's expression immediately sullen, said: "Since she is a master of ethics, please quickly ask the master to show it to the girl Ansan. Since the doctor can't see what is wrong, maybe it's contaminated... Don't do it Impure things."

In the discourse, I saw that the little maid came back just now, followed by a silver-haired aunt in a gray robe.

It turned out that this master of the An Dafu population turned out to be an aunt!

The consternation flashed in Zhou Roujia's eyes, and he looked at the aunt carefully. The other party looked like an ordinary woman.

I saw her snow-like silver hair combing a neat Taoist bun, and only inserted a bamboo hairpin. Seeing that she was already full of silver wire, it seemed that she was entering the age of ancient sparse, but she was tall, good-looking, fair-skinned, and white. His face was smooth and without wrinkles, and it looked like he was only in his forties. Between steps, the robe fluttered in the wind, and the dust in his hand fluttered.

"Master Jingyuan." Madam An respected the aunt respectfully.

The Master Jingyuan nodded slightly, and said, "Justice is more courteous. The lives are off, and he is invited to lead the poor."

Mrs. An graciously thanked Master Jing Yuan, and then led her into the boudoir of An Zhi painting. Zhou Roujia and Mrs. Qiao followed suit.

Master Jing Yuan waved the dust and walked around the room, but his brows were getting tighter and tighter, and finally his eyes stopped on the small face of Anzhi who was unconscious, and asked Mrs. An said: "Just, dare to ask Lingxi Bazi? Also, where did Linghua go before she fell ill?"

Madam Ann was startled, and said her daughter's character.During the discourse, her eyes were red again, wiped the corners of her eyes with a veil, and continued: "The little girl went to Bixiaotang in Wangfu on August 18th to meet Princess Shizi. When she came back, she began to feel sick..."

There is only one concubine in South Xinjiang. Master Jing Yuan nodded slightly, raised his left hand, and moved his fingers, seeming to be thinking about something, and then asked, "Is Concubine Shizi pregnant?"

"Exactly." Madam Qiao blurted out and looked back at Master Jingyuan's eyes full of reverence. "Master is really profound in Taoism and magic, and it's a wonderful trick!"

Master Jing Yuan counted again, and Youyou sighed: "Jushi, if the poor is right, Linghua is afraid that she will be rushed into the child in the belly of the concubine."

It is said that Madam An and Madam Qiao both looked at each other and asked in unison: "Master, what should I do?"

Mrs. Qiao was anxious when she looked at Mrs. Bian: "Now it is only half a month away from the marriage. Master, the girl An San will marry into the palace of Zhennan half a month later."

Master Jingyuan frowned at Mrs. Qiao and taught: "Marriage matters are small, life is a matter of life. Girl An's fate conflicts with the child in the womb of Princess Shizi. If Girl An's going to marry into the palace, I am afraid that It's good to have the concubine Shi Shi..." Then, she pondered again. "At least it's necessary to avoid the birth of the child. Otherwise, An San's life is worrying!"