Prince's baby concubine

After returning to the city, Mo Yizhao left Nangongxiang behind and returned to the palace. Jimo Xun saw that he was still angry, so he carefully helped him change his clothes: "Zhao, don't be angry, okay, it's all my fault, I shouldn't go What kind of spring are you enjoying?"

"I'm not angry, Xun'er. It's just that I think Nangong went too far. He obviously did it on purpose. I'm afraid that if I stay any longer, he will come up with all kinds of ways to harm me."

"No way, how is it possible." Jimo Xun couldn't believe it, and Nangong Xiang looked very guilty.

"Every time I mentioned that person, he would deliberately tease me. I was just trying to persuade someone to provoke someone?" Mo Yizhao's words became more and more difficult for Jim Moxun to understand, so he blinked his eyes and asked : "Who is that person? Zhao."

Mo Yizhao changed into dry clothes, hugged Jimo Xun and sat on the bed together, kissed his lips fondly and said, "Xun'er, do you want to hear a story?"

Jimo Xun nodded vigorously.Mo Yizhao began to tell the story of Nan Gongxiang.

Nangongxiang once had a man whom he loved very much, his name was Ji Limo.After his hard pursuit, Ji Limo finally agreed to marry him. Although Ji Limo's parents objected to them being together, the two fled here. With Nangongxiang's talent and painting ability, they lived a good life .

Mo Yizhao also met the two of them at that time, but the good times didn't last long. It was five years ago when he left the palace again.Only two years later, Ji Limo died. Nan Gongxiang only told him that Ji Limo died of illness, and didn't mention much.As an outsider, he didn't want to ask too many questions, so he passed by like this.

Unexpectedly, it's been a long time since we saw each other. Nan Gongxiang has never forgotten Ji Limo. It seems that that person can't be erased from his memory, but when he mentions it, he will be whipped in his heart like a long whip, making him suffocate with pain.What happened in the first place, no one knows.

Jimo Xun frowned slightly after hearing the story, very sad.Mo Yizhao kissed his forehead lovingly, reassuring him not to be sad: "Xun'er is good, sometimes I even suspect that Ji Limo is not dead at all, because every time his name is mentioned, Nangong is not sad, there is It's just calm with a slight, hard-to-find anger."

It was another unsolved case, and Jimo Xun really wanted to ask: "Yuan Fang, what do you think?" After thinking about it, Nan Gongxiang was the victim no matter what, if Ji Limo died, then he must have not forgotten He, so will heartache.If he wasn't dead, then he left, and it was Nangong Xiang who was hurt.

"Zhao, what should we do then?"

"It's none of our business." Mo Yizhao shrugged. His nose was a little itchy, which made him want to sneeze. After holding back for a long time, he finally managed to sneeze, and then coughed continuously.

Jimo Xun raised his head, saw his slightly flushed face and asked, "Zhao, do you have a cold?"

"Cold?" It was another term that Mo Yizhao didn't understand.Jimo Xun hurriedly changed the phrase: "Did you get sick from the cold?"

"Maybe."

Jimo Xun got off him, stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and then touched his own, oh my god, this is not a cold, I have a high fever, okay?He hurried out the door, telling Xiaotao to go to the doctor, and take care of Mo Yizhao first.

Let him lie down first, Jimo Xun went out to fetch a basin of water, wrung out a wet towel and placed it on his forehead.Showing a caring and gentle look.

Mo Yizhao couldn't react a bit, it's the other way around, usually Jimo Xun is sick, and he takes care of himself, but today he is actually sick, so he will take care of him.Enjoyed so much, what a rare opportunity.

"Xun'er, I'm a little hungry, can you cook me some porridge."

"Ah, good." Jimo Xun is still able to cook porridge. He ran to the kitchen, and the cupboard door told him not to touch them, but Jimo Xunfei said: "My lord wants to eat what I made myself. Just stop talking." Who would dare to stop after hearing this?

Jimo Xun used various nourishing ingredients to make porridge, such as red dates, soybeans, etc., and added some meat, chives, and white fungus.A big steaming pot of white fungus porridge with lean meat is ready.

All the cooks were dumbfounded. They really didn't expect the princess to be a good wife who is as good as the hall and as good as the kitchen.Not much nonsense, Jimo Xun filled a bowl and walked back to their room with it.When he walked out of the kitchen, he also reminded: "Use ginger to make soup, put sugar directly, and bring it to me when it's done."

"Yes, Your Royal Highness."

The porridge was very hot, but he couldn't take care of that much, Mo Yizhao must have been waiting impatiently.

When he reached Mo Yizhao's bedside, he quickly put down the porridge and blew on his hands.Mo Yizhao looked at his red hands and grabbed them to have a look. They were indeed burnt.Under the effect of high fever, he was a little angry, so he said to him: "Idiot Xun'er, don't you know how to bring it when it's cold?"

"I, I'm afraid you won't be able to wait. Stop talking and drink the porridge first." Jimo Xun didn't care about Mo Yizhao's anger, picked up a small spoon, scooped up a mouthful of porridge, let it cool down, put it in his mouth, and said "ah~" sound.

So cute~ Mo Yizhao looked at it in a daze, ignoring the porridge on his lips.Jimo Xun directly stuffed it into his mouth in a fit of anger, and Mo Yizhao came back to chew the smooth porridge in his mouth.The taste is really good, with a slight salty taste and the slight sweetness of red dates and white fungus. It is a bit sticky and smooth in the mouth.

Mo Yizhao was full of praise: "Xun'er, you made this? It's so delicious. I really regret that I didn't get sick before."

"Stupid, whoever loves me when you are sick, I don't want you to be sick."

Mo Yizhao smiled lightly, took the porridge and said, "Xun'er, I'll do it by myself, go and soak your hands in ice water, doesn't it hurt?"

"Okay." Jimo Xun obeyed him, who made him a prince.After soaking his hands, Mo Yizhao had almost finished his porridge.Jimo Xun went to the kitchen to see if the ginger soup was ready.The cook was about to bring it over, when Jimo Xun came over in person.

After Mo Yizhao drank the ginger soup, his body became warmer, and his headache also improved a lot.At this time the doctor finally arrived and was about to take his pulse, so he directly said what kind of medicine he wanted, and he just boiled it.

The doctor could only follow suit and prescribed the medicinal materials he needed, and Jimo Xun asked Xiao Tao to boil them.

After working for a long time, Mo Yizhao's fever subsided a bit, and he fell asleep with beads of sweat on his forehead.Jimo Xun sat on the edge of the bed and quietly looked at his sleeping face, then took off the wet towel, wet it again with cold water, and helped him dry his sweat.

In the past, when he was sick and injured, Mo Yizhao would never leave him by his side, but how hard he worked, it seems that he still has to be a diligent princess in the future.

Thinking about it, Jimo Xun fell asleep unknowingly, and when he woke up in the middle of the night, he was already lying in Mo Yizhao's arms.He raised his head and pressed his forehead against his. The fever had completely subsided, but he was still warm.

Tonight the moon was dim, swaying through the branches, Jimo Xun couldn't sleep when he woke up, he wanted to move but didn't dare to move, for fear of waking Mo Yizhao.He tried to wriggle and break free from Mo Yizhao's embrace, and finally got up from the bed.

Where did this faint floral fragrance come from?Jimo Xun opened the door curiously, and a gust of wind came in, bringing with it a few peach blossom petals.When did this peach blossom bloom so vigorously?The buds only emerged a few days ago.

He stretched out his hand, and all the peach blossom petals seemed to be swept up by a whirlwind, flew into the air, and then scattered in an instant, fluttering down one after another, and the whole yard seemed to be raining peach blossoms.

Jimo Xun walked out of the door step by step, only to find that not only the peach blossoms, but also the willows by the lake were already lush. All the trees were lush with branches and leaves, which formed a sharp contrast with the long-leaved trees outside the palace.

"This is the ability of the spirit race. Xun'er."

Concubine Yan sat under the peach tree, drinking through the moonlight, so lonely and helpless.

"Xun'er, I think there is one thing that I might tell you now that it will be helpful to Zhao'er. It's about his belonging to the Nalan family."

Jimo Xun was taken aback for a moment, she knew that Mo Yizhao was from the Nalan family!