Are you in the Shura field today?

The Xinxueju courtyard has low walls and faces the sun on three sides, but today's cold wind makes people feel chilly.

As soon as Li Zuoqing entered the door, the person on the hospital bed was startled, and looked at her expectantly as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Little Yu, you are here."

I don't know if it's because her yard is too clean, and the news that the eldest princess found out the murderer didn't spread here, or if Yue Xinghui knew about it, he still planned to continue pretending to be a sisterhood without admitting it.

Li Zuoqing frowned and glanced at the red flying fox cloak that was still held in the arms of the other party. It was the last time she visited Yue Xinghui and was dragged to take it off.

"You look very bad, why don't you take your medicine?" Her tone was flat and distant.

Yue Xing trembled when she looked back, she bit her lips and remained silent for a while, then looked firmly at Lang Yu: "I can't drink it by myself, I want Xiao Yu to feed me."

She looked at Li Zuoqing like ashes rekindled, if Li Zuoqing refused her, the ashes would be completely ruined.

People outside the play are always unable to empathize with the suffering and black and white of the people in the play.

Li Zuoqing couldn't help curling the corners of her mouth, and laughed twice, as if she was laughing at her naive and coquettish behavior, but only she knew that all of this was the excitement generated after guessing Yue Xing's inner game.

She couldn't help but want to find out what kind of mood this person who wanted to kill the eldest princess approached her with?

Is it hatred?It doesn't seem to be the case.

Li Zuoqing got up to pick up the soup on the low table next to her bed, Xiaoli immediately picked it up and handed it to her, saying: "It's still warm."

This maid did her best to follow Yue Xing back, and she would reheat any medicine that had been cooled.

"Okay," Li Zuoqing took it over, sat on the edge of the bed with a half-smile, and said, "Open your mouth."

She found that Yue Xinghui was in a state of wandering, and looked at her stupidly, until a spoon filled with black and bitter soup was brought to her lips, then she opened her mouth dumbly, and drank what she had been drinking for a long time. Numbing concoction.

One scoop, two scoops.

Yue Xinghui suddenly pushed the spoon that was handed to her mouth, as if he had recovered, his eyes were red and he said: "Xiao Yu, I did something wrong."

Li Zuoqing sneered in her heart, you didn't just do something wrong, it was downright wrong.

"Then what did you do wrong?" She saw that Yue Xinghui didn't know that her poisoning of her had been exposed, so she deliberately pretended to be patient.

"I... I broke a flower," she cried as a tear rolled down her pale face, "It doesn't belong to me, but I want it so much. When I can get there, I will endure it." Don't stop picking it up."

"It's just a branch of flowers, where are the flowers now?" Lang Yu looked up and looked around the house, looking for a place where the flowers were placed, "Since it is the flower that sister Yue especially wants, it must be very beautiful."

Yue Xing stared at her steadfastly, then threw himself into Li Zuoqing's arms in a collapsed state, weeping with a suppressed voice.

Not only is it very precious, it is something she is willing to exchange with her life.

But just as her emotions were released, Li Zuoqing's cold voice stabbed her back like a knife.

"Why are you crying, I'm not dead yet."

For a moment, Li Zuoqing felt her body in her arms froze, and then trembled uncontrollably.

Yue Xing bent her legs back and grabbed Lang Yu's clothes tightly, but her face was pale, and the joy of being intimate with Lang Yu after a long time was gone.

"Your Majesty, a man of great character will have his own great blessings. Of course, the holy body will be healthy, and he will surely... live a long life." Yue Xing returned his lips trembling, and only finished speaking intermittently.

Hearing this, Li Zuoqing laughed on her head, then forcefully opened her hand, stood up and straightened her sleeves, and asked calmly: "Sister Yue said that, but I don't know Do you really think so in your heart?"

"Of course I am..."

Before she could finish her sentence, her defense was interrupted by someone who came in suddenly at the door.

"Miss Yue, long time no see."

Yue Xinghui's body froze, and she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure walking towards the door. Although that person was wearing a light-coloured collar that reached his waist, his appearance gradually coincided with that of the woman in Tianxiang Pavilion on the moon appreciation festival. I can't forget it.

Li Zuoqing went forward and pulled Xin Fei, frowning, and asked, "Why did you come in? Didn't I tell you to wait at the door?" Her tone was not reproachful.

Xin Fei squeezed her hand, puffed her cheeks unhappily, "I feel like I've been waiting for a long time."

"Xin Fei," Yue Xing looked back at Xin Fei as if he saw some man-eating beast, with hatred and fear, but she still taunted stubbornly, "Why did you come to see me?"

"Miss Yue is overthinking, I'm just accompanying Princess Lang Yu."

Xin Fei rarely showed a soft smile, she was extremely beautiful, her clear amber eyes were like a seductive honey, and when she was smiling, she seemed to be immersed in a sweet atmosphere.

But the happier Xin Fei and Lang Yu were, the more chilling Yue Xinghui felt.

"Because, the concubine is His Highness's Dikun."

After finishing speaking, Xin Fei embraced Li Zuoqing's waist and pressed her tightly against Yue Xinghui's face, even leaning his head on her shoulder affectionately.

It is said that Dikun, who has just combined with Tiangan, will be very dependent on each other, and he is reluctant to part with each other even for a moment.

Just now when Lang Yu approached the bed, Yue Xinghui smelled a faint sweet fragrance, and now that Xin Fei walked in, it was self-evident who the fragrance belonged to, and what Xin Fei said was even more important. It was like throwing her into an ice cellar.

This is Di Kun, who not only enjoyed the person she yearned for when she was raped, but now stands beside Lang Yu with peace of mind.

Before he knew it, Yue Xing looked back at Xin Fei with gloomy and crazy eyes.

But Xin Fei raised his lips coldly, squinted his eyes and gave her a provocative look, as if he didn't take her hatred into his eyes at all, and only kept the distance with Lang Yu closer, that little face wished Bury it into the fur collar on the princess's chest.

"Xin, Xin Fei?" Li Zuoqing was shocked, she felt that Xin Fei's sense of distance from Tiangan was getting worse, and what did she just say?

What is His Highness's Dikun, obviously she hasn't marked Xin Fei yet.

"If you can't wait, you can..." Go back first.

"I will stay with the princess." Xin Fei answered her quickly.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Yue Xinghui on the bed suddenly coughed violently. She bent her back and covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and she coughed until tears came out of the corners of her eyes.

"Miss, miss!" Xiao Li half-kneeled beside the bed to caress her back, and at the end she couldn't help but cast a disgusted look at Xin Fei.

"Get out! You all—" Yue Xinghui raised his head suddenly, but when he met Lang Yu's eyes, his heart felt like it was stabbed.

She had already lost her composure, no matter what situation she fell into, if she said such words to the eldest princess, she deserved to be punished with the cane on the spot.

Yue Xing lowered his head with a wry smile, waiting for Li Zuoqing to pronounce the sentence.

But there was only a "click", and the empty medicine bowl was put back on the table.

"Sister Yue, I think everyone has their own destiny." Li Zuoqing said suddenly, "At least before your destiny arrives, learn to love yourself." Don't always put your hope on someone who doesn't love yourself .

Love her?

Yue Xing raised his head in confusion, with a distorted smile on his face, Li Zuoqing's serious appearance was a joke in her eyes.

Laugh at herself.

How could Lang Yu understand the suffering of her broken family since she was a child, and the joy of seeing this bright and beautiful person after coming to the princess mansion, and how could she understand how her initial expectation became hatred and pain, and she could not be with Lang Yu She couldn't like her body no matter what.

But when she was bitterly about to say something, Lang Yu turned and left the room with an indifferent expression, leaving only Xin Fei standing beside her bed.

"Miss Yue," Xin Fei's eyes turned cold the moment Li Zuoqing turned around. It was completely different from before, and she felt a sense of oppression in her whole body. She whispered in a voice that could only be heard by two people: "My Highness is grateful for your 'care'."

Yue Xing vaguely has an answer in his mind, what does the "care" in the other party's mouth mean.

"Xin Fei, what are you talking about?" Li Zuoqing was waiting at the door and asked her back.

"It's nothing." Xin Fei raised her hand to cover her mouth and smiled, then got up and walked towards the person who called her, her voice was soft and clear.

"I just heard the conversation between His Royal Highness Lang Yu and my sister, so I told Miss Yue that on the winter solstice of this month, my Highness and I will go pick a beautiful plum tree and give it to her."

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It's terrible, sisters, today is the official working day.