"Master, you asked the kitchen to cook the porridge for Miss Xiao. Do you want to eat it now?" An Qing looked at her outside the door, as if he didn't know why she appeared here.

"The princess is back?"

"Well, let's take a rest now. I'll bring you soup."

Sure enough, after a while, a casual voice came from inside, it was Chu Jingtian: "Well, come in."

In the room, Xiao Yang was dressed in a light yellow robe and fell on the bed sickly, with blood stains on the corners of his lips. When he saw Ning Duoer coming in, he smiled apologetically, "It's really troublesome. Jingtian, I really don't need to bother like this. My injury is

It doesn’t matter, don’t delay your business because of me.”[

Shocking?!

Ning Duoer raised her eyebrows, then relaxed them in an instant, and said with a smile on her face, "What's the trouble? You are a patient. I feel sorry for you when I ask us to take care of you."

This was said to Chu Jingtian, but he had no reaction after hearing it. Instead, he turned around, held the soup in his palm, and fed Xiao Yang the soup himself.

Ning Duoer couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart. Is this an acquiescence? Do you want to feed her personally?

She suppressed the fluctuation in her heart, bowed and excused herself, "Sir, the princess is still waiting for the slave, and the slave will leave now. By the way, do you want to prepare a supper for me tonight?"

Chu Jingtian looked back at Ning Duo'er and thought for a moment, "No, I'll rest here at Yang'er today. Let her go to bed early."

"Yes." She nodded, turned and left.

Lian Qing actually followed. When she heard the words inside, she felt an indescribable feeling in her heart. It was just sour and painful. Why did she feel like this? She was indeed moved, but was it really so deep?

What? Why doesn’t she think so?

Or is she an irrelevant person to begin with?

When he first entered ancient times, he risked his life to save him at a night banquet in the palace, and drank the poisonous wine in one gulp. Does it really matter?

Why, why, her eyes were wet.

When the fingertips touch it, a piece of moisture slides down the fingertips.

Oh, it turns out that she once again tried the taste of heartache.

This seemed to make her even more sad than watching Qin Sheng get married. Her man was sleeping in another woman's house at this time.

That's right, why did she ignore a question? He will be the emperor of Nanchu, with a harem of three thousand, how can she be the only one?

Is she having too much extravagant expectations? Really?

Looking at the crystal drops sliding down her fingertips, she put it to her mouth and swallowed it.

It turns out that tears are salty.

Ning Duo'er retreated alone and saw the person standing outside the door. She couldn't help being surprised. She was soaked all over and had not changed her clothes. The cold wind was biting at this time, and she shivered violently.[

An Qing frowned and lowered his head, not knowing what to say.

But Ning Duoer stepped forward to support Lian Qing and raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, "Let's go back."

"Duo'er, do you think you won't know how to cherish it after you get it?" She smiled vaguely, but it was all bitterness.

"Princess." An Qing was anxious and opened his mouth to call.

"Don't call me Princess, I have never understood him. I thought I understood him, but it turns out it's just me being sentimental. I'm stupid. I was hurt once and still believed." She smiled, ignoring the tears falling, and finally

He turned around and walked into the rain curtain.

The rain was heavy and it hurt her body.

She suddenly wanted to roar at the top of her lungs, unwilling, resentful, and sad.

She tasted pain again.
Chapter completed!