The bumpy journey did not wake Liu Yun up again.

Ling Zihan checked her pulse several times, but her brows were always furrowed, as if she had encountered some difficulty.

Zi Qi, who originally didn't want to participate, vaguely felt something when she saw Ling Zihan like this, so she jumped off her shoulder and hooked Liu Yun's wrist with her tail.

The beating of his pulse made Zi Qi stunned for a moment.

"this--"

"What?" Ling Zihan couldn't speak and could only signal Zi Qi with her eyes.

Zi Qi shook the fox's head, smacked his lips and said, "It's a bit strange. Such a pulse was found on An Ran more than ten years ago."

An Ran? Isn’t that the late queen?

"How to cure it!"

Receiving Ling Zihan's look, Zi Qi licked his paws, rolled up his fluffy tail, and placed it beside him. His head happened to be resting on his tail, and he lay curled up. After a while, he said: "An Ran

It's okay. I don't know if it's because I got better later and recovered after treatment, or if it's not a toxin at all. In short, it's okay.

, I think we should wait until she wakes up!" After saying that, Zi Qi lazily raised his head, his eyes swept across Liu Yun's face again without leaving a trace, his blood-red pupils trembled slightly, showing surprise, and turned

That is to say, many complex emotions emerged, constantly changing, and a bit strange. The impenetrable eyes seemed to be looking at an old friend...

"Neigh -" the carriage suddenly stopped, and the horse's neighing sound echoed through the sky.

But the surroundings were extremely quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Zihan, I can only send you here." Qiao Yang's voice came from outside the curtain. It was very low, deep, and a little helpless.

Then, two familiar voices came into my ears at almost the same time, regardless of whether they were before or after.

Accompanied by the sounds of footsteps and breathing...

"Qiao Yang, it's time for my king's princess to be returned to me!"

"Where have you been and how did you end up like this?"

The evil and slightly jealous voice belonged to Xuanyuan Huang, and the latter's gentle and elegant voice, as if soaked with the faint fragrance of ink, was the person she was most afraid of seeing now, Xuanyuan Qian.

But at this moment, before I had time to think too much, a terrible thought came into my mind. Did something happen? Why...are they all here?

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Friendly recommendation: "The Young Master is Happy" by: Hibiscus Xiyue

In ancient times there was Lord Longyang, and now there is Mo Fengliu.
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