In front of the Eighth Prince's Mansion, a carriage came through the dust and stopped in front of the mansion.

The coachman who was sitting at the front of the car and driving the carriage let out a soft sigh, pulled the reins, and said respectfully toward the carriage compartment, "Your Majesty, we are here."

I heard a soft hum in the car, and then the car curtain was opened by a pair of wheat-colored hands. Zi Ling jumped out of the carriage in response, her purple robe billowing in the wind, and her bangs on her forehead were also blown by the wind.

When she opened her eyes, her long and narrow peach blossom eyes moved slightly, revealing countless amorous feelings.

He slowly walked towards the door of the mansion with his hands behind his back, but stopped halfway, his eyes narrowed slightly, his slightly plump red lips slightly hooked, and he spoke softly, his voice full of endearment, "Come out."

Nalan Xianzhen, who was hiding in the dark, was stunned for a moment, his hands tightened, but there was no movement.

He didn't know what he thought of, so he laughed softly, put his hand on his chin, looked around, and then slowly walked towards the door of the mansion.

Nalan Xianzhen in the dark breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't describe what she felt in her heart. She was a little disappointed but also a little lucky. When she saw him walking into the door of the mansion, she stood up from behind the stone lion hiding her figure and stared quietly.

Looking at the gate of the Eighth Prince's Mansion.

"Hey... is the game of cat and mouse fun?" The sudden voice behind her startled her. When she turned around, she saw the person who was supposed to be in the mansion appeared in front of her, "Aling...

you……"

"I'm surprised? Why do I have to hide even though I'm here?"

Nalan Xianzhen looked back and smiled, looking cute and naive, "I miss Aling, but I don't want Aling to laugh."

Zi Ling smiled and raised his hand to rub her head, "Look at your little thoughts, so now I'm laughing at you?"

She pouted and patted away the claws that were ravaging her head, "Oh! Don't touch my head, it won't grow long."

In front of him, she will always be the innocent and lovely Nalan Xianzhen.

Zi Ling chuckled, his smile no longer pretending to be romantic, but as warm as the big brother next door. He teased, "It's okay, you haven't grown up."

Nalan Xianzhen pouted in dissatisfaction, "Aling is so annoying, how could you say that to me?"

She has a coquettish face, but her heart is full of sweetness, because this kind of Aring can only appear in front of her. This is special to her.

"Okay, okay, don't leave the main station door, go in." He subconsciously took Nalan Xianzheng's hand and walked towards the door. But he felt that he couldn't move forward, so he turned his head, a little confused, "

What's wrong? Don't want to go in?"

Nalan Xianzhen nodded, "Well, actually...the main purpose of coming here this time is to say goodbye to Aling."

She lowered her head, her long eyelashes drooped to cover the dark light in her eyes, and her voice was low, sounding like she had been greatly wronged.

"Where are you going?" he asked subconsciously.

Nalan Xianzhang shook his head and said nothing. When Ziling saw her like this, he also knew that she didn't want to say anything, so he smiled and said, "Xiaozhang has grown up and has his own little thoughts. I guess he must be interested in it."

You must have married someone's beloved."

He teased, which also eased the somewhat awkward atmosphere.

Nalan Xianzhen raised her head and stared at Zi Ling firmly. The burning pain in her back and the surge of breath in her chest almost made her unable to hold on, "Xiao Zhen will only like Aring in her whole life."

Her tone was extremely serious.

Then he stood up on tiptoes, gave Zi Ling a kiss on the side of his face, turned around and left.

Zi Ling was stunned, then smiled. Regarding Nalan Xianzheng's words, he only thought it was a joke made by the little girl and did not take it seriously.

With a smile in his eyes, he watched Nalan Xianzhen walking hurriedly towards the back of the carriage. He raised his hand and touched the place where he had been kissed, his eyes a little fond.

Then he smiled helplessly, his little boy was always so cute, like a child who has never grown up.

As soon as he turned around, there was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind him. The sound was very loud. He frowned and looked back, and saw the woman who had been smiling at him just now falling to the ground.

He instantly felt his head buzzing, as if he had been hit by something, and he couldn't think of anything. He was stunned for a moment, and it wasn't until a bright red emerged from under the pink that he realized what he was doing and hurriedly ran towards her.

How could...how could...

Zi Ling ran to Nalan Xianzhang, immediately squatted down, supported her body with one hand, and shook her with the other hand, "Xiaozhu, Xiaozhu..."

In his voice, if you listen carefully, you can hear the deep trembling and panic beneath the deep calmness.

The person in her arms closed her eyes tightly, and her long eyelashes fell on her eye sockets, like a butterfly wing. Even if she put on pink and white, she could not hide the paleness of her face. There was a trace of blood on her tightly pursed lips. At this moment,

She is like an angel who has been knocked down from the mortal world and has her wings broken. Even though she is embarrassed, she makes people feel more pity for her.

He picked her up with difficulty and walked quickly towards the house. As he walked, he shouted to the boy guarding the door, "Quick, call the doctor, quick!!"

The sky was getting higher day by day, even under the scorching summer heat, there was no warmth in the Eighth Prince's Mansion. Zi Ling sat on the edge of the bed, her hand tightly holding Nalan Xianzhen's hand lying on the bed, until the last doctor in Yong'an came for some reason.

He was driven out of the palace with words such as "This woman has no cure, please forgive me and prepare for her funeral", and the pressure in the entire palace was obviously lower!

He clasped Nalan Xianzheng's hand aside with both hands, and there was a hint of trembling in his voice, "Xiaozhang... don't leave me. So many people have left me. If you leave, I really won't let you go."

I know what to do..."

Behind him was a young man who looked like a young man, with a hunched body and a soft voice, just for fear of upsetting him, "Your Majesty... the Ninth Prince wants to see you..."

"No, I don't see anyone!!" He was in a bad mood. He didn't even think much about what the boy said and just refused.

In his anxiety, there was no point in even calling himself. When the boy heard this, he said "Oh" and hunched over again, about to retreat.

"Wait!!" Zi Ling paused, and just as he came to his senses, a cry of surprise stopped the boy who was about to retreat.

When the young man heard this, he thought it was something, and he knelt down tremblingly, "My lord, my lord, what are your orders..."

"Hurry up and ask Ah Chen to come in. Hurry up, no, I'll go by myself."

A-Chen is a disciple of Qingyun Mountain, and those quack doctors are just ordinary doctors. They said no, A-Chen might be able to do it, that's right. With this thought in mind, he calmed down a bit, and just ran out stumblingly.
Chapter completed!