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

Ji Xingyao lip-shaped these eight words but made no sound.

Wen Yuan understood and nodded slightly.

When Ji Xingyao was disheartened and wanted to leave strongly, she also thought about asking Wen Yuan to kill her.

As soon as the thought came into my mind, I was strongly warned by the system.

They are people from another world who traveled together and know each other's secrets. The system naturally cannot allow such a stupid bug to exist.

Wen Yuan is now trapped in the sturdy Yonghe Palace. Except for Ling'er, everyone else is Li Zhao's confidant.

The difficulty of escaping death is too high, and the time it takes to die is too long.

The only option is to kill with a borrowed knife.

However, this matter is quite difficult and requires long-term consideration.

Ji Xingyao had a vague suspicion that the people of Southern Xinjiang must be involved in the murder of Minister Yao.

If I could borrow Nanjiang's knife and send Wen Yuan home, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

Wen Yuan patted her hands, signaling her not to think too much about it for the time being.

After a day of life-and-death escape, Ji Xingyao was extremely tired.

"Have a good sleep." Wen Yuan said.

"Ah."

At nightfall, Li Heng, who was far away in the suburbs of Beijing, received the news that Ling'er had returned to the palace safely.

Without saying a word, Li Heng jumped on his horse and headed straight for the palace.

"Your Highness... Your Highness..." Lu Feilin chased after him, but saw him riding away and quickly disappearing into the night.

Lu Feilin held up the flying eagle wax seal and muttered, "I have discovered the seal of the people from Southern Xinjiang..."

Why does the prince seem to be possessed today? The people from southern Xinjiang are secretly communicating with people inside the palace. Such a big thing is not as important as the palace maid named Ling'er.

"It's strange." Lu Feilin scratched his head, puzzled and unable to figure it out. After much thinking, he handed the seal to the emperor's guards.

The study in Yonghe Palace was brightly lit with candles.

Perhaps because he was too worried during the day, Wen Yuan had some insomnia.

At this moment, she was writing at the desk with her head down.

Looking closely, she wrote a string of English words.

For some reason, she suddenly felt like picking up English, which she hadn't used for a long time.

Many words had become blurry, and she couldn't remember the correct spelling. She tried to read aloud, only to find that the pronunciation was obscure and awkward, and even the words on the tip of her tongue suddenly got stuck.

I stumbled over a sentence and practiced it several times before I could speak it fluently.

Fortunately, the foundation I built after twelve years of hard study is still there, it just needs some practice.

Ji Xingyao's words threw a stone into Wen Yuan's calm heart.

Ripples appeared on the surface of the lake. The arc was not large, but it stretched endlessly, with the stone as the center, and gradually filled her heart.

A word called hope sprouts in my heart.

"Your Majesty." Nanny Li came to the study.

Wen Yuan slowly folded the paper several times and lit it with the candlelight on the table.

The firelight illuminated the side of her face, which flickered, but her face was firm, as if she had made some decision.

Nanny Li didn't expect the imperial concubine to suddenly play with fire. Fearing that she would get burned, she held up a vase and waited under Wen Yuan's hand: "My lady, be careful not to burn your hands. Throw it into the vase quickly."

Wen Yuan ignored her words and didn't release her fingers until the flames were only a few centimeters away from her fingers.

Nanny Li's heart relaxed as the flames disappeared.

She put the vase away and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, Prince Ruiping requests an audience."

"I said I was going to bed and I don't want to see you." Wen Yuan refused without any hesitation.

She spread out another piece of paper, dipped it in ink, and started writing.

Seeing her confused expression, Nanny Li didn't dare to persuade her any further and could only helplessly say, "Yes."

When Wen Yuan had filled a piece of paper, Nanny Li came again.

"Your Highness, the prince said that if he couldn't see you, he would keep waiting."

Wen Yuan paused and said, "Then let him wait."

"But the prince is still wet. I thought it was very cold at night, and if the prince got sick..."

Wen Yuan yawned and said nonchalantly, "It has nothing to do with me if his clothes are wet. I don't have any clean clothes for him to change into."

Nanny Li was about to speak, but was stopped by Wen Yuan's look.

"I am sleepy. Please do not disturb me. We can discuss everything tomorrow."

"Yes."

The second day was a sunny day.

After being washed by heavy rain, the morning sky was as blue as a flawless piece of jade.

Nanny Li tiptoed outside the door, listening attentively to the movements in the imperial concubine's bedroom.

Perhaps it was because the imperial concubine went to bed late last night and it was already past her time to get up, but she still didn't hear her calling anyone into the room.

As the sun rose higher and higher, Nanny Li paced back and forth anxiously at the door.

Prince Ruiping did not return home that night and stood at the gate of Yonghe Palace waiting all night.

After one night, the handsome man was filled with illness.

The stubble on the chin, the pale lips, and the messy hair made Li Ma unable to bear to take a second look.

"Your Highness, the Queen hasn't woken up yet." Nanny Li has said this three times.

"It's okay. I'll wait." Li Heng's voice was hoarse and his eyes were bloodshot, but his posture was still upright, not sagging after a night of waiting.

When Nanny Li heard his suppressed cough, she sighed helplessly.

She turned and went in, asking someone to prepare ginger tea.

The ginger tea that warms the stomach and drives away the cold was handed to Li Heng, but he ignored it.

He looked ahead and for the first time took the initiative to ask, "Is the Empress awake?"

"I'm awake and washing up."

"it is good."

Wen Yuan slept very comfortably last night. She rarely woke up naturally.

After she woke up, she immediately called Li Ma and asked if Ling'er had woken up.

Last night, Ji Xingyao returned home from the rain, feeling very cold. Naturally, she could not stay with Wen Yuan under the watchful eyes of Nanny Li.

"Ling'er is awake. She caught a cold and has a stuffy nose, but she doesn't have a fever. She has a good appetite and ate a big bowl of breakfast."

Wen Yuan nodded.

After she had packed up and finished her breakfast leisurely, Nanny Li looked at her expression and said gently, "Your Highness, the prince is still waiting outside the door."

Wen Yuan slowly wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, as if he had just remembered this person: "Let him in."

"Oh, yes." Nanny Li showed a happy expression and immediately went to invite Prince Ruiping in.

A few days ago, Eunuch Zhou sent a bird for Wen Yuan to entertain himself with when he was free.

The birds are well trained and can understand simple commands.

Wen Yuan has never been interested in it and has never played with it.

Now, she suddenly became interested in the bird. She stood under the birdcage and just as she opened the cage, the bird climbed onto her fingertips.

At this moment, footsteps were heard behind him, and Li Heng arrived.

"Royal sister-in-law."

"King Ruiping, good morning." Wen Yuan greeted him nonchalantly, as if he had forgotten that he had been left alone all night.

Li Heng also did not mention this matter. He looked behind Wen Yuan but did not see the person he wanted to see.

"Sister-in-law, can I see Ling'er?"

Wen Yuan teased the bird on his fingertips and asked calmly, "What's the matter, Your Majesty? Why do you want to see her?"