The reborn sweet girl always wants to escape, but the abstinent prince hugs her and coaxes her!

The candles in Qinghui Garden finally went out.

Snowflakes were falling again in the night sky of the capital.

In the study of Prince Yong's mansion, the charcoal basin was crackling, and I couldn't sleep tonight.

The old prince stroked the edge of the teacup, the flickering fire reflected in his eyes: "The world is about to change again."

All the servants in the room were sent away, and Prince Yong's wife personally put on the fox fur coat for him. She couldn't help but sighed: "Your Majesty is still in power, and Prince Ning is a very filial person. It may not go to that step..."

Prince Yong put down his teacup and tapped his fingertips on the table: "Do you remember the abdication of the previous emperor? Although Prince Ning will not kill his father, Your Majesty can retire as the Supreme Emperor."

He looked out the window at the falling snow. "Tonight, Prince Ning and Marquis Weiyuan took every step carefully, dismantling your majesty's plans one by one. Even the unknown secret room was turned upside down. How could such a plan be accomplished overnight?"

The lady's fingertips trembled slightly, and a snowflake slipped into her collar from the window slit: "But your majesty cherishes his reputation so much..."

"It is precisely because he cherishes his reputation that he has to abdicate." Prince Yong suddenly chuckled, "It is a foregone conclusion that Prince Ning will succeed to the throne, but this is not necessarily a bad thing - at least the child will not be like his father, treating living people as medicine bottles."

The last sentence was spoken very softly, but it made the flame in the charcoal basin flicker.

……

When Chu He threw the blood-stained sword into the copper basin, there was a rustling sound outside the door.

"Is everything done?" Mei Zhou and his men were dealing with the imperial guards under Qiu Ran, so they must have come here to reply.

But no one answered from the door.

Chu He frowned, pushed the door open, and was met with Wai's pale face.

The girl from southern Xinjiang had her arms wrapped in blood-soaked gauze, and the moonlight made her shadow long and slender.

"It hurts." She tilted her face upward, with ice crystals still condensed on her eyelashes.

Chu He: "..."

He turned back into the house without saying a word, but the door was not closed.

Wai held up her skirt with one hand and stepped over the threshold.

Came behind Chu He: "It really hurts."

Chu He turned around suddenly and grabbed her wrist.

When the golden wound medicine was sprinkled on the wound, he saw Wei biting his lip in pain, and he finally couldn't hold back his anger: "Southern Xinjiang has already prepared a substitute medicine man, why did you come here by yourself? The capital is dangerous, you have to jump into the tiger's mouth yourself?"

Wai let him bandage him, and suddenly rested his forehead on his shoulder armor, saying in a soft voice: "That man recognizes the smell of my blood. If it were someone else, how could he be so easily exposed?"

Chu He paused, "Princess Ping'an has already drugged His Majesty during the night banquet. Anyone who uses the drug tonight can arouse his bloodthirsty desire and reveal his true colors in front of the royal family."

"Okay, okay. I know your county lady is the most powerful..." Wai's voice was muffled. "I just... I just missed you."

The medicine bottle clattered onto the table.

Chu He pinched her chin and forced her to look up, but when she met those eyes reflecting the moonlight, all the scolding was stuck in her throat.

After a long while, he pulled the cloak over the man and wrapped him up, gritting his teeth and saying, "It's not suitable for you to stay here for long. I'll send someone to send you back to Southern Xinjiang tomorrow!"

Wai chuckled, "Why go back? I want to stay here."

Her long eyelashes fluttered: "Stay here and wait for you..."

Waiting for you to fall in love with me.

……

Mu Rong hasn't returned home for five days and five nights.

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the imperial court will begin to issue official seals.

Before that, he had to force His Majesty to write an abdication edict to help Prince Ning ascend the throne legitimately.

When he returned home, icicles from the eaves were falling in front of Xinghui Hall.

The accumulated snow had engulfed the bluestone steps. Tiny ice crystals condensed on his black cloak. The crisp sound of his boots rolling over the thin ice was like the sound of a string about to break.

"Master Hou!"

Xu Rongrong's exclamation was stuck in her throat as she saw the tall figure swaying under the eaves. The moment the black iron scabbard hit the ground, she had already rushed into the snow curtain with her skirt lifted.

When my fingertips touched his cold forehead, the snow was quickly freezing on his dark blue eyelashes.

When Mu Yi arrived, Xu Rongrong was kneeling in the snow.

She wrapped the fox fur around Mu Rong, not even noticing the fine snow in her hair.

It was not until Mu Rong was carried into the warm room that she realized with surprise that her fingertips had dug deeply into her palm, and the crescent-shaped bloodstain was glowing dark red under the candlelight.

How could this happen? How could this happen?

She panicked.

When she raised her head, her face was covered with tears: "Go and invite Mr. Shu!"

"Don't make a sound..." Mu Rong grabbed her wrist with his cold hand.

"It's not the poison..." He pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, "Mr. Shu said that if you overwork yourself, your body will repeatedly show signs of cold poison... But it only looks serious, I just need to rest. If people knew that I was sick now, I'm afraid there would be another wave of disturbance in the palace."

"Do you really want to suffer like this?"

Mu Rong looked at the anxious girl and finally felt distressed: "In the study... there is some medicine left for me by Mr. Shu. Just take one pill."

Before he finished speaking, the girl in front of him rushed out like a whirlwind.

Looking at the figure that quickly disappeared, Mu Rong closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

"After all...I can't hide it anymore."