Song Qingxue turned over and got out of bed, put on her coat and walked towards the door.

However, as soon as she opened the door, she saw Xiahou Chongyuan standing in front of it.

Song Qingxue was severely frightened.

"Your Highness? What are you doing standing here?" She took a half step back and looked up at him.

Xiahou Chongyuan was very depressed at this time.

In fact, he regretted it as soon as he returned to the main courtyard. He thought about coming here to surrender and continue to maintain a superficial good relationship with Song Qingxue.

But as soon as he reached the door, he heard Song Qingxue cursing him for his bad temper in his heart.

He originally wanted to push the door open to refute her, but after thinking about it, he felt that what Song Qingxue said was quite right.

However, the more important reason was that she couldn't let on that he could hear her thoughts, otherwise she would never tell him the truth in her heart again.

Xiahou Chongyuan stared at her for a long time, and finally decided to give in.

"I can't sleep without you in the room."

Song Qingxue was stunned and actually forgot that she was still angry.

Not only was Song Qingxue stunned, but even he himself did not expect that he would actually say such a thing.

After a pause, he quickly made up an excuse to justify his words, "I mean, the acupuncture for tonight hasn't been done yet."

"Oh." I felt a little disappointed.

After a series of ups and downs in her mood, Song Qingxue finally calmed down.

After letting Xiahou Chongyuan in, he went to look for the silver needle.

"Just lie down, I'll give you an injection now."

"Um."

Xiahou Chongyuan lay on the bed in silence, his eyes fixed on her, unable to move away.

Song Qingxue felt a little nervous when he looked at her like that, and she didn't dare to prick him with the needle for a long time.

She pursed her lips and said, "My Lord, do you have anything else to say?"

"No."

"Then don't look at me, I'm scared."

"..." Xiahou Chongyuan did not respond, nor did he turn his eyes away.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment. Song Qingxue was panicking and quickly spoke again: "I'm really scared! You can see my hands are shaking. Please stop looking at me, or I won't dare to give you the injection."

Hearing this, Xiahou Chongyuan couldn't help but lower his eyes to look at her slightly trembling hands, and finally turned his face away and replied, "Yeah."

call--

Song Qingxue breathed a sigh of relief, calmed her mind, and focused all her attention on the silver needle in her hand.

She was inserting the needle seriously, and Xiahou Chongyuan took advantage of her inattention to move his eyes back.

She is very beautiful, with round eyes like a cat, and very good skin, white and tender, as if water could be squeezed out of it. Her mouth is small, and red even without lip balm, which makes people want to have a kiss on her.

Xiahou Chongyuan just stared at her and thought wildly.

When Song Qingxue was receiving acupuncture, she always felt as if she was being stared at. She couldn't help but look up, and happened to meet Xiahou Chongyuan's extremely serious eyes.

Song Qingxue was so frightened that her hand trembled, and the needle went astray as expected.

Xiahou Chongyuan frowned in pain. Song Qingxue was startled and quickly let go of the hand holding the needle.

"Yes, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She lowered her head and hurriedly pulled out the needle that had gone crooked.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. My hands are shaking." She blew on the place where he was stabbed. "Does it still hurt? I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Xiahou Chongyuan's expression quickly returned to his usual indifference, and he said, "You continue."

"good……"

Song Qingxue responded and continued to carefully insert needles into the acupuncture points on his legs.

After finally finishing the acupuncture, Song Qingxue breathed a sigh of relief when she removed the needles.

"You should get the acupuncture treatment for another half a month, and your legs will be back to normal."

"Well." Xiahou Chongyuan said, "You cured my leg, what do you want?"

"There's nothing I want." For her now, what she wants most is a divorce certificate, but she knows he won't give it to her, so she simply doesn't say anything.

Xiahou Chongyuan understood her thoughts clearly, but she guessed correctly that it was impossible for him to give her a divorce letter.

Song Qingxue did not let the atmosphere become dull. She took a deep breath and said, "My Lord, why did you go to see the Grand Prince today?"

Normally, she didn't see these two people having any close interactions. She remembered that the last time Xiahou Chongyuan went to see Xiahou Minghao alone was when the little emperor was poisoned. It has been about half a year since then.

"Go find him and discuss your condition." Xiahou Chongyuan's tone was joking.

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Song Qingxue felt very confused.

She was just thinking casually just now, why did Xiahou Chongyuan really answer her like that?

What the hell!

Xiahou Chongyuan laughed immediately, "I'm just kidding."

“…” Oh my god! I’m so scared!

"Just go see him and chat with him." Xiahou Chongyuan stopped smiling and said seriously, "Minghao has been in poor health since he was a child. He almost died several times. I saw that he looked bad at the wedding banquet yesterday. It happened that you also entered the palace today, so I thought of going to see what his condition was."

"Hmm? Just look at him. Why isn't he home so late?"

"Maybe he felt that he didn't have much time left, so he pulled me aside and told me everything from childhood to adulthood, and by the way, he also told me about his final arrangements in advance."

"I see. You didn't come home so late at night. I thought something happened to you again."

"I'm sorry for making you worry." Xiahou Chongyuan tilted his head to look at her, his tone very gentle: "If I come home late in the future, I will definitely ask someone to bring a letter back first, so that you don't have to worry."

"Since you have apologized sincerely, I will forgive you with all my heart."

"Should I thank the princess for her generosity?"

Song Qingxue snorted softly, "You don't have to mock me like this."

"I'm not mocking you, every word I say is from the heart, heaven and earth can bear witness to that!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Every word you said is sincere. So tell me, why did you get angry with me today?" She asked herself that she had not made any mistakes today, but had to endure his anger for no reason. She felt wronged!

So Xiahou Chongyuan said very honestly: "It was my fault for letting you suffer injustice, but the gods and Buddhas once said: it cannot be said."

Song Qingxue chuckled speechlessly, then her face fell and she pushed him off the bed.

"Since it cannot be said, Your Majesty, please go back to your room. I want to sleep."

Xiahou Chongyuan stood in front of the bed and watched her lie down in the quilt, then turned around and called Liu Huan in to make a bed on the floor for him.

Song Qingxue opened her eyes and looked at Liu Huan's nest, feeling very confused.

He raised his eyes and met Xiahou Chongyuan's gaze again.

She pouted, stiffened her neck and glared at him angrily, "Your Highness, what is this habit of yours? There is a bed in the main courtyard but you don't sleep on it. You insist on sleeping on the floor in my room. Are you addicted to sleeping on the floor?"

Xiahou Chongyuan smiled and said calmly, "It's not that I'm addicted to sleeping on the floor, it's mainly because the princess doesn't allow me to sleep with you."

Song Qingxue: “?”

Seeing her puzzled expression, Xiahou Chongyuan thought he was considerate and explained, "Didn't I just say that I couldn't sleep without the princess in the room?"

"……"Neuropathy!

Cursing inwardly, she covered her head with the quilt to indicate that out of sight, out of mind.