Chapter 491: Like a wooden log, boring
Could this "she" be referring to Princess Ning?
Song Yanxi couldn't help but frown, she couldn't remember the existence of this person in the capital.
Prince Ning pulled the corners of his lips, raised a smile that was uglier than crying, and asked: "Princess Yong'an is still young, I'm afraid she has never heard of my princess."
Mo Jinchuan followed up his words and said, "She is more than ten years younger than Third Brother, and Third Sister-in-law has been devoted to worshipping Buddha and rarely goes out these years, so it's not surprising that she hasn't heard of it."
Perhaps it was the wind or the fact that he was angry because he said he was more than ten years older than him, but King Ning covered his chest and coughed violently several times.
Ah Cheng went forward to help him, but he raised his hand to stop him.
When he spoke again, his voice was clearly more annoyed, "I am sick, but I am not dying. I don't need you, a dog slave, to help me."
He asked gloomily, "Didn't I tell you to go and invite the princess? Why are you still standing there?"
Ah Cheng hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, the princess cannot see guests now."
As if suddenly remembering something, Prince Ning smiled, "I forgot that the princess was unwell a few days ago and has been recuperating in her room."
He shook his head and said helplessly, "Wanjun has not been in good health since she gave birth to Qichen. Even when she's feeling better, she's only willing to stay in the Buddhist temple copying scriptures."
Noticing the large hand holding her tightening slightly, Song Yanxi asked, "I wonder if Your Highness would be able to allow me to come over and check the princess's pulse."
I thought Prince Ning would refuse, but unexpectedly he readily agreed: "Of course, I would love it.
Just for this, I will trouble you to make this trip."
He looked at Ah Cheng standing beside him and said, "Take the princess to see the princess and serve her well. Don't neglect her at all."
Song Yanxi tried to break free, but couldn't.
Could it be that Prince Jin doesn't want her to meet Princess Ning?
But judging from what Prince Ning said just now, these two people are clearly old acquaintances, and may even have a close relationship.
Knowing that Mo Jinchuan would not do this for no reason, and not wanting to move too much and attract attention, he had no choice but to continue standing.
Prince Ning frowned, his eyes slowly moved down along her face, his gaze landing on the overlapping sleeves of the two people. He smiled and shook his head as if he suddenly understood something.
He said, "Well, since Xiaowu is so worried, go and invite the princess over.
Come to think of it, Xiaowu, you haven't seen your sister-in-law for over ten years. Time flies."
Song Yanxi clearly felt that when Prince An mentioned that they had not seen each other for more than ten years, the big hand holding her suddenly tightened, and his palm was burning hot.
The grip on her was not strong, and it was obvious that the owner was intentionally controlling it.
Even so, she could still feel his anger at the moment.
With Mo Jinchuan's temper, it is not easy to anger him with just one word.
This Princess Ning was probably more than just an old acquaintance of his.
Before Prince Ning could say anything more provocative, Song Yanxi reminded him, "Your Highness Prince Ning cannot stand the cold. The wind is strong in the courtyard. It would be better for the two princes to reminisce somewhere else."
Upon hearing this, Prince Ning couldn't help but cough lightly.
A faint smile appeared on his pale face, and he said meaningfully: "Princess Yong'an is both talented and beautiful, and your mind is so delicate. I wonder which good man will be so lucky to marry you in the future."
As if he suddenly remembered something, he shook his head and said, "General Lin is unlucky."
After he finished speaking, he also felt that he had been rude, so he smiled apologetically and said, "It's windy outside, let's go inside first."
When Prince Ning turned around, Mo Jinchuan finally let go of Song Yanxi's hand.
The dark clouds above his head also moved away in time, and the bright moonlight covered the ground, allowing Song Yanxi to see his stern face clearly.
Is he angry about Princess Ning?
Meeting the inquiring look in her eyes, Mo Jinchuan lowered his chin slightly and his lips moved silently.
He's saying, "Wait."
Wait, what are you waiting for?
Should I explain it to her later, or should I wait until she sees Princess Ning and she will understand everything?
There was a sudden surge of bitterness in her heart, and Song Yanxi couldn't help but be stunned.
Her behavior just now clearly showed that she was jealous.
No wonder people say that love is the most torturous word.
She had only tasted it for the first time, and her thoughts were already out of control and in disarray.
It was wrong to become suspicious of my uncle and sister-in-law because of some ambiguous words from Prince Ning.
Even if Mo Jinchuan had a relationship with Princess Ning when he was young, that was all in the past.
The past is past. Prince Ning, as both a husband and a brother, should be more magnanimous.
Not to mention, he and Princess Ning already have a son, so they should live a good life together instead of trapping themselves in the past.
There were still not many lights in the courtyard where Prince Ning lived, but at least he could see things within his sight, and it was not as dark as outside that made people feel uneasy.
The candlelight in the room was dim, making his pale face look even more bloodless. The smile in his eyes, which were somewhat similar to Mo Jinchuan's, was gone.
He covered his lips and coughed lightly, and the maid next to him hurried forward to pat his back.
Prince Ning raised his hand gently, "It's okay, I won't die yet."
The maid knelt down in panic, obviously very frightened.
Mo Jinchuan took a sip and said, "The maid in Third Brother's house is quite timid."
Prince Ning raised an eyebrow, "Third brother likes it?"
As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face. "She's just a little girl who hasn't seen the world. If you like her, just take her."
Upon hearing this, the little maid kowtowed profusely.
I don’t know if she was scared or because she couldn’t speak, but she was in tears but could only kowtow repeatedly to show her loyalty.
But in just a moment, the little maid's forehead was broken and blood slowly flowed down along her delicate eyebrows.
Song Yanxi frowned as she watched this and was about to speak to stop him when she heard Mo Jinchuan's teasing voice.
He said, "Third brother, you know I don't like this, so don't scare this little girl."
Prince Ning laughed, his eyes filled with helplessness as he said, "You, after all these years, are still as compassionate and gentle as ever.
Well, this girl is unlucky."
He raised his hand, and the little maid hurriedly retreated, not even daring to look at him for a second, clearly showing that she didn't have the intention of trying to get close to him.
Mo Jinchuan couldn't help but sigh, "The people in Third Brother's house really know the rules."
Prince Ning was amused by his words, and he coughed lightly and said, "What's the point of knowing the rules? It still makes you dislike me.
Like a piece of wood, boring."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone outside said, "Prince, the princess is here."
Prince Ning raised the corner of his lips, and it was hard to tell whether it was a smile or a mockery. "What did I say? If your sister-in-law knew you were coming, she would definitely make an exception to meet you."
As he spoke, he coughed violently twice, and his face turned pale and looked inhuman.
A light green figure came in from the door, bringing in a heavy scent of agarwood and a decent smile on his face.
Xie Wanjun slowly walked towards Prince Ning, handed him the hot water bottle in her hand, and said with concern: "It's windy today, Your Highness, be careful not to catch a cold."
Prince An nodded, took her hand and said, "You always talk about Xiaowu, Xiaowu finally had time to come over today."
"Prince Jin?" Xie Wanjun looked at Mo Jinchuan, identifying him carefully.
After a while, she smiled helplessly and said, "Fifth brother, I'm so sorry. It's been so many years since we last met, I really didn't recognize you at first."
Her gentle gaze fell on Song Yanxi, and she asked in surprise, "Who is this girl?"
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