Chapter 92: I feel relieved after seeing you
Xie Jinglan was stunned when he heard this. His gloomy brows just now turned into a quiet lake with a stone thrown into it, and then a little warmth suddenly appeared.
Concubine Hui looked at him like this, and the smile in her eyes deepened. "I have watched you grow up since you were little. Lan'er is such a person. All she cares about is her official duties and her swords. There is no trace of a girl around her."
As she spoke, she suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but chuckle. "I still remember that year at the palace flower viewing banquet, the daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo took the opportunity to give you a handkerchief, but you told her, 'The orderly will take care of the dirty clothes, I dare not trouble you,' and the little girl was so embarrassed that she hid behind the rockery and cried for a long time."
Xie Jinglan was pried into his past by Concubine Hui, so he had no choice but to lower his head and drink his tea. Seeing this, Concubine Hui said, "Now that you are willing to take someone to heart, it must be someone who is very much to your liking. When you have the chance, you must bring her to me."
Xie Jinglan raised his eyes, the warmth in them still lingering, but now a hint of restraint had been added. "Of course I want to bring her here to pay her respects to the Empress, but..." He paused, "The Emperor has recently expressed his intention to grant her a marriage, and since this matter is not yet settled, it is not convenient for her to come to the palace for the time being."
"Lan'er, are you...thinking of rejecting the Fifth Princess?"
Xie Jinglan hid nothing from Concubine Hui and responded truthfully.
Concubine Hui's brows knitted together, a hint of worry forming on her face. "You are the most beloved person to His Majesty, and you hold most of the military power in Dajing. You should know better than I do how many considerations are involved in this marriage. If you want to refuse, it will be difficult, and you will damage His Majesty's trust in you."
Xie Jinglan concentrated his thoughts and said in a steady tone, "I'm sorry to have caused your Majesty to worry. I will find a comprehensive solution."
Concubine Hui looked at him like this and finally sighed, "Forget it, there will always be a way out when you reach the mountain. Just don't let yourself be wronged."
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For two consecutive days, Xie Jinglan stayed in the guard room of the imperial guards.
This place is convenient for handling military affairs and dispatching the defense of the capital, and for browsing archive files nearby.
Until the third night, he covered his lips and coughed softly, and a glaring red stain spread across the white handkerchief.
The hand holding the handkerchief suddenly tightened, and then I remembered that the residual poison that should have taken effect yesterday had not yet arrived.
The poison calmed him down for a while, but he felt a surge of uneasiness in his heart.
"Qingfeng, prepare the horses!" Xie Jinglan shouted in a deep voice, his voice piercing the silence of the duty room.
The moonlight was shattered by the horse's hooves. He lay on the horse's back, one thing turning over and over in his mind.
Every time after having sex with Ning'er, the poison would strangely subside a little.
At first I thought it was just my agitated mind that disrupted the timing, but now I think about it, it's so regular that it's frightening.
I especially remembered what Old Man Cai said, "The first woman who detoxifies you can slightly relieve the pain when the remaining poison attacks..."
He couldn't figure out the secret of this. Why could it help relieve his pain? Could it be transferred to her?
Thinking of this, he felt as if his chest was hit hard.
After that thing was broken two days ago, I couldn't control my emotions again.
Although he asked the kitchen to prepare a nourishing soup the next day, he forgot to ask her to prescribe two prescriptions for regulating qi and blood.
That girl has always been patient and might not say anything even if she feels uncomfortable.
The whip exploded in the air with a crisp sound, and he needed to see her immediately to feel at ease.
When Xie Jinglan stepped into the courtyard, the maid guarding the gate hurried forward to greet him, "The Marquis has returned. The young lady is reading in the room, and the young master has already gone to bed with the nanny."
He responded and walked towards Wen Ning's room with light steps.
When I opened the door, I was greeted by a warm breath. The heat from the charcoal fire, wrapped in the unique fragrance of her body, came to my face. It was a trace of her life, faint and very pleasant.
He took off his cloak and hung it on the sandalwood rack by the door. Just as he was about to call Ning'er, his eyes fell on the soft couch in front of the table.
Wen Ning fell asleep on the edge of the couch, her black hair half disheveled, her long eyelashes drooping, and an open medical book loosely held in her hands.
He stepped forward lightly and, in the dim light of the candle, made out the densely packed annotations on the pages, all of which were related to the toxins in his body.
The man put the book on the table, turned and walked to the charcoal brazier. He stood there for a moment, letting the dancing flames burn away the remaining coldness in his body, until his fingertips were stained with warmth, then he walked lightly back to the couch.
Xie Jinglan carefully picked her up and carried her sideways. As soon as his arms tightened, the person in his arms trembled slightly.
Her long eyelashes fluttered twice like butterfly wings, and her usually clear peach blossom eyes slowly opened, "My Lord..."
The voice was still soaked in sleep, with a soft and sticky tone that had not yet dissipated.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Xie Jinglan asked impatiently, his eyes scanning her pretty little face carefully.
Seeing the man carrying her to the bed, Wen Ning's eyes flashed with panic and avoidance, and she said hurriedly: "I'm not feeling well today, I can't..."
Xie Jinglan paused when he heard this, and his eyes immediately showed alertness. "What's wrong? Is it hurting somewhere? Or..."
Wen Ning was startled by his nervous look. She stammered, lowered her eyelashes, and whispered, "Yes, I have my period..."
Hearing this, the anxiety in the man's eyes faded, but a hint of anger surfaced, "Now that you have your period, why are you still forcing yourself to read medical books? Don't you know how to rest?"
"When I had my period before, I went up the mountain to collect herbs. This little discomfort is nothing."
Wen Ning raised her eyes and fixed them on his furrowed brows, with a look of wanting to reassure him.
The man looked down at her and saw that there was still a faint smile on the corner of her lips. He couldn't help but emphasize his tone: "That was in the past."
As he spoke, he had already gently placed the girl on the bed, turned around, took off his outer robe and put on his inner robe, then lay down next to her.
His fresh scent instantly spread across the bedding.
"You don't have to hold on now that you're here." As he spoke, his warm big palm covered her lower abdomen, kneading it gently in circles. The warmth from his palm seeped through the thin fabric, ironing her so well that she felt a little more relaxed all over.
Wen Ning squinted her eyes comfortably, then suddenly remembered something. She raised her little face and asked curiously, "My Lord, what's going on in the mausoleum?"
Xie Jinglan didn't stop his movements and raised his eyebrows when he heard it. "Want to hear it?"
The person in my arms nodded hurriedly, his eyes full of anticipation.
But he chuckled and moved closer, his nose almost touching her forehead, "Is it in vain to listen?"
Wen Ning was stunned for a moment, looking at the mischievous smile in his eyes. Her cheeks felt slightly hot, but she still quickly kissed him on the cheek, "Is this... okay?"
Xie Jinglan's heart skipped a beat, his Adam's apple rolling slightly as he spoke seriously, "It was originally discovered by the mausoleum guards while checking lost property that the body had six toes on its feet. This anomaly aroused their suspicion, so they checked the old files overnight. After comparing them, they realized that the body could not possibly be Concubine Lu."
"And then?" She looked at him with sparkling peach blossom eyes and leaned closer to his arms unconsciously.
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