Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

It was not until this moment that Li Heng frowned, and belatedly suspected that he was out of his mind as to why he came to see a palace maid.

Thinking of apologizing to Ling'er after she woke up, the disgust in Li Heng's eyes deepened.

He turned around and was about to leave when the person on the bed suddenly murmured.

Although the voice was small, it stopped Li Heng in his tracks.

Li Heng turned around in surprise, walked to the bedside as if he was possessed, and leaned over to listen.

The closer he got, the more Li Heng was convinced that he had not heard wrongly. Ling'er's murmuring voice was very similar to Ji Xingyao's.

"No, I don't want to drink it...it's too bitter..."

The person on the bed was sleeping soundly, his lips unusually red due to the fever.

Her voice was thick and sticky, as if she was acting coquettishly.

The doubt in Li Heng's eyes grew more and more serious. What was going on? This was clearly Ji Xingyao's voice.

Ji Xingyao is most afraid of taking Chinese medicine. Every time she takes the medicine, he always needs to coax her for a long time, add candied fruit, brown sugar and sweet fruits, and wait by the side before she can take the first sip.

During the day, Li Heng talked to Ling'er. Her voice was very unfamiliar and not at all similar to Ji Xingyao's.

Li Heng's brows were furrowed tighter and tighter. He definitely didn't hear it wrong. That was Ji Xingyao's voice just now.

what happened?

Who is this Ling'er?

Li Heng could no longer tell whether it was reality or illusion. He hadn't heard Ji Xingyao's voice for a long time.

He had never dreamed of Ji Xingyao since her death, and as time went by, his memory of her voice became blurred.

He stared at Ling'er carefully, trying to find any trace of Ji Xingyao on her face.

After searching for a long time, I found nothing.

Ling'er and Ji Xingyao are two different people.

This is really crazy, how could it be her? Li Heng shook his head fiercely, trying to get rid of this ridiculous guess.

Soon, Li Heng realized that he was inappropriate in staring at an unconscious palace maid.

He stood up a little embarrassedly, suppressed the unfounded speculation in his heart, and left in a hurry.

Anyway, he still has to apologize to Ling'er, and he will definitely interrogate her thoroughly when they meet next time.

Ji Xingyao was still sleeping on the hospital bed. She was in a daze due to the fever. Sometimes she was in Ruiping Palace, sometimes in Europe, and sometimes in the Prince's Mansion.

Eight years of time turned into scattered fragments, running around and making her head hurt.

"Li Heng...Prince..."

At this time, Li Heng had already walked out of Yonghe Palace and could not hear Ji Xing's inaudible call.

The next day, Ji Xingyao was awakened by the quarrel outside.

She opened her eyes, and the unfamiliar beams above her head made her unable to tell what day it was.

The voice from outside came clearly:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you can't go in. Ling'er has caught a cold, don't let it pass on to you."

"Madame Li, I'll leave Yonghe Palace to you. You'll decide what I should do and where I should go."

"Oh, your Majesty, I have absolutely no such intention." Nanny Li immediately knelt in front of Wen Yuan: "Before the Emperor left, he told me not to let you into the backyard. I dare not disobey the Emperor's order."

Wen Yuan said, "Since you are so obedient to the Emperor, why don't you ask for mercy from the Emperor and work in the Suhe Hall? That would be the best of both worlds."

"Slave girl, that's not what I meant."

"Get out of the way! If anyone dares to stop me today, I will die in front of you."

Wen Yuan's bluffing threat really shocked Li Ma. The royal heir was the most important thing. If anything happened to the imperial concubine, there would be two deaths. Li Ma would have to pay with ten heads.

Just as they were in a stalemate, a man walked out of the door of the hut in the backyard.

Ji Xingyao's face was pale, and he leaned weakly against the door frame: "My Lady, Ling'er is fine, you can go back."

Wen Yuan and Ji Xingyao looked at each other across the backyard full of flowers.

"Do you still have a fever?"

"Return."

"What about the injuries on your body?"

Ji Xingyao suffered internal injuries, and the bruises were concentrated on his back, so others could not see anything from the outside.

"Much better, no problem."

Wen Yuan only believed half of Ji Xingyao's words. She always reported good news but not bad news.

Wen Yuan carefully observed her condition, which was much better than the unconscious state she was in yesterday. His heart, which had been hanging in the air all night, finally settled down.

"Take good care of yourself. Tell them what you want to eat. If you need anything, just give them instructions."