Saying that a gentleman is as gentle as a jade

"Pfft. You said it smoothly." It was interesting to see the other party's embarrassment. It's just fun."

"Sister Huang." A slightly cold voice came from the courtyard door.

"Your princess is here to look for you." Looking at the person in front of her whose attention was drawn away, she suddenly felt that they were really suitable.

I didn't hear what she said clearly, but just let out a "huh" along with the trend.

Feng Yuan originally left, but met Yan Minhua on the way, so he followed her. He wanted to stop Yan Minhua for a chat, but he just followed him to the old place, and even saw the people in the courtyard. The two are close.

Before Yan Yanhua could say anything, Feng Yuan pushed her aside and squeezed in, strode to the stone table, and pulled Yan Yiqi away somewhat rudely.

Being pulled away so suddenly, no one could react. He staggered a few steps, and his body still fell backwards, but fell into the embrace that he had been thinking about these days.

On the other side, Feng Yuan picked up Wen Zhuxi's collar, and directly shook his fist at her.

Thanks to the expedited training some time ago, Wen Zhuxi subconsciously raised his hand to block it.

Originally, Feng Yuan wanted to punch again, but was interrupted by the exclamation of the people around him after they realized it. He flicked the hand holding Wen Zhuxi's collar away, and immediately pushed the person out.

There was half a stone bench behind Wen Zhuxi, and her footsteps trying to stabilize her figure were blocked, and she fell straight back.

Something seemed to hit the back of her head, and a dull pain gradually lost her consciousness.

Before the consciousness disappears, I only feel that the voice in my ear seems to be similar to a certain voice in my mind.

Seeing Wen Zhuxi unconscious, Feng Yuan realized that he had caused trouble.

He wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape, but was discovered by Yan Yiqi, who directly asked the guards to pin him down.

Not to mention the merciless movement when he pulled himself just now, which made his arm hurt; not to mention that he suddenly hit Wen Zhuoxi, and even knocked him out; This kind of thing is enough for him to die several times.

Yanhua didn't look up at Feng Yuan from the beginning to the end, she held Wen Zhuxi's head lightly with one hand.

Just now, when she saw Wen Zhuxi's head hit the ground, her heart stopped beating, and she ran to her regardless of her image, and when she saw her stretch out her hand, she immediately wanted to grab it, but in the end it was a step too late.

Feeling that she was slowly losing consciousness in her arms, for a moment she even felt that her own life was being drawn out, and even breathing became difficult, but at this moment, the person who had always been kind was urging the people around her sharply, " What are you doing in a daze, go find the imperial doctor!" Looking at the people who just ran out now, they stopped them, "Forget it, come, help me take her directly to the imperial hospital." The anxiety in my heart really It's almost overflowing.

"Sister Huang, I'll trouble you to deal with it here." The panic feeling just now didn't vent out, which really made her uncomfortable, so she looked at the culprit, and added something softly in Yan Yiqi's ear before leaving, " Ask him carefully, how did he get the first place in the exam."

After finishing speaking, he ordered a few strong bodyguards to carefully lift Wen Muxi up.

Seeing Wen Zhuxi being lifted limply, she didn't know what she could do, but deep down in her heart she wanted to do something for her, so she quickened her pace and walked to the front to support Wen Zhuxi's drooping head.

After hearing what Yan Yanhua said later, Yan Qiqi's eyes narrowed. She was afraid that there was something really wrong with her saying such a thing. After all, Yan Yanhua was not the kind of person who would make groundless rumors.

Quite irritatedly, he glanced at the number one scholar who was surrounded by people in the courtyard and looked a little at a loss. Sure enough, this person was useless except to cause trouble.

If it weren't for the fact that she didn't want to lynch, this person might have been beaten to death by her, and she was really upset when she saw it.

Following a group of people, Wen Zhuxi was carried to the bed in the imperial hospital, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, raised her head, and untied the somewhat obstructive hair tie, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Fortunately, she still didn't forget her business, and groped with her fingertips along the loose hair at the back of her head, and there seemed to be no broken places.

Only then did he get out of the way and let the imperial doctor look at it.

Standing next to the imperial physician, I finally had the opportunity to take a good look at Wen Moxi's appearance. Everyone said that she looked feminine, like a woman, but now it seems that she may not be worse than a woman.

"Princess, Mrs. Wen is only in a temporary coma, and he will be fine after a short rest." The imperial physician was new, and had never seen such a big battle before. He withdrew his hand tremblingly, and did not dare to look at it. He glanced at Yan Hua, but he didn't dare to think too much.

"Understood." Nodding to let him leave first, he sat back on the bed.

Looking at the delicate eyebrows and eyes of the person on the bed, he stretched out his hand unknowingly, and put it against her face, and her delicate skin was in his hand.

I was a little surprised in my heart, could the person with such a sign really be a man?

His slightly pursed lips were drawn between his fingers, and he suddenly remembered the soft and cool touch that day, and his cheeks were flushed with blush.

Her eyes slowly settled on the chest of the person on the bed. She had more and more doubts about some things, but her outstretched hand stayed in mid-air. For a moment, she didn't know whether she should seek the truth.

But in the end, this person will also become his son-in-law.

Slowly lowering her hand, she touched the fabric on the other's chest, and subconsciously frowned. She didn't feel the tightness of the muscles, but the thick fabric.

The answer is self-evident.

In fact, there were not many surprises. Perhaps for her, Wen Zhuxi would be even more surprised if she was a man in his current state.

Without moving your hand, you can even feel the other person's heartbeat in your palm.

For this expected result, her ability to accept it was much stronger than she imagined.

Or maybe it was the matter of Xiao Jiu and Yu Jiang, which made him feel confident, so he subtly brainwashed her.

I don't really understand it, and I don't want to think about it anymore. Anyway, it is a fact that this person is my son-in-law and I can't escape. If I choose a son-in-law, what else can I do?I can only help her hide it together.

Withdrawing his hand, he covered the opponent with a thin quilt, turned around and saw the soothing soup on the table.

Forget it, let's talk later when someone wakes up.

Leaning on the side of the bed and wanting to wait for her to wake up, just as Yan Yijiu and Yu Jiang heard the news, they rushed over, "Sister Huang! I heard that Mrs. Wen was beaten up and knocked out What's the matter?"

After listening, Yan Yanhua was stunned for a moment, and she didn't know where she got the fake news, "The coma was caused by knocking her head to the ground, it's not as serious as you said."

"That's it, you scared us to death." Yan Yijiu looked at Yu Jiang, who was posing and stroking his beard, and motioned for her to feel at ease, and then explained, "Someone of them said that Master Wen was beaten at the Fifth Sister's place. In the end, it was all carried out, and we thought she was going to die after being beaten...so..." Seeing Yan Minhua's face getting worse and worse, she instinctively fell silent.

"There's nothing wrong with the retelling, it's true." It's just that there seems to be some deviation in understanding.

"It was really beaten? Fifth Sister was beaten?" The heart that had just been relieved was raised again. If it was really Fifth Sister who beat him, what should I do? Should I express my opinion?

"It's nothing to do with Fifth Sister... Actually, it's nothing to do with Feng Yuan." Let's say it has nothing to do with it. She also knew that it was an accident, but it still made her very upset and she didn't want to admit it.

"Why is it him again?" Yu Jiang beside him frowned, knowing that Feng Yuan was not doing well.

"Again? What did he do?" Yan Yihua really rarely heard Wen Zhuxi talk about other people.

"Actually, there's nothing to say, but I've always disliked her, and always liked to trip her up. Later, after I climbed up to Song Mingxu, I felt that with Prime Minister Song's backing, I became more unscrupulous." Yu Jiang sighed, "I don't know why."

Yu Jiang may not be very clear, but Yan Yijiu knows more or less what is going on around her imperial sister, "Could it be... for the imperial sister?" Seeing her face change slightly, Yan Yijiu didn't dare to say goodbye Go on.

By the time Wen Zhuoxi woke up dizzy, it was already evening.

Naturally, it is impossible for a few people to really let her sleep in the Tai Hospital, but it is up to a few people to decide where to let her go.

It is not practical to ask Yu Jiang to take her out of the palace and back to the thatched cottage. After getting off the carriage and shaking, the already unconscious person will not be able to wake up.

"Take her to my palace. She is my consort." She glanced at the person on the bed and said.

So this strange place where Wen Zhuxi was at this time was Yan Yihua's house.

Since I haven't been in, I don't know it, but I feel vaguely familiar with the fragrance in the room.

Lying on the bed, one hand stretched out from the quilt, resting it on the forehead, squinting slightly, barely adapting to the somewhat dim surrounding environment.

She felt as if she had a long and vague dream, maybe it was her lost memory?

The moment she opened her eyes, she felt that she was still in a dream, otherwise how could everything in this room be so familiar to her.

Sighing, thinking, this fall was really too hard, and he even came back to his soul, otherwise, how could all this seem so real.

He lifted the quilt and sat up, groped with one hand and bent over to put on his shoes, while rubbing the back of his head with the other hand, but looked at everything around him vigilantly.

I dare not say that this environment is exactly the same as in the dream, but there are eight parts of it similar.

He groped his way to the most familiar wardrobe beside the bed, subconsciously wanted to open it, but found that the cabinet was locked.

It's a little hard to understand, what can be locked in a wardrobe, but I didn't think much about it.

Walking to the table, opening the window, taking advantage of the sparse light outside the window, picked up the paper laid flat on the table, even though it was very difficult to see what was written on the paper, but she could vaguely see the outline of each word. It can be distinguished that the handwriting on it has been read thousands of times by myself, and it is so familiar that it is almost imprinted on the tip of my heart.

It is simply a habit of opening the drawer and wanting to light a lamp, but suddenly touches a brocade box, knowing that it should not be opened, but still can't help but put his hand on the lid, gently open the buckle, and flip up the lid .