The night is already dark.

The lights in Taiqing Palace were always groggy, and Jing Yan's face was also blurry. He held his phoenix eyes slightly, picked up his pen and wrote a letter with his left hand, folded it up again, handed it to Xiao Shisi who was kneeling on one knee, and ordered: "Tell them to do as they do, not be too obvious."

Xiao Shisi was a little puzzled. The man had been stationed by Jing Hong for many years and only used this time. This time it was too cruel. He directly let Jing Hong go away instead of staying in the palace. The two brothers of a mother and her compatriots were fighting infighting, and it was not better.

Jing Yan glanced at him and explained, "They will never be able to fight, until Emperor Yuande died, there will be no winning or losing. Do you think he can't see that Jing Hongxin is angry? No, he always knows, and hopes that the two of them will fight."

Speaking of this, Jing Yan smiled, as if he had remembered something very interesting, "It's just a pity, I couldn't fight, I had to force one away."

Jing Yan no longer has to say more about what happened next.

His expression was hidden in the drowsy lights, and it was vaguely blurred. "As for Jing Yan, he could only feel relieved if he had a serious illness."

Xiao Shisi followed Emperor Yuande for many years and understood it all. He said in a hoarse voice: "Why should your highness use this method? Illness is always due to physical condition. The previous dynasty has been arranged properly and has been keeping a low profile for so long. Why not wait for Emperor Yuande to change his mind slowly?"

Although Emperor Yuande exiled Jing Hong to protect Jing Xu, he was unwilling to release Jing Yan. He only waited for the voices of important officials in the court to increase and force him to become the crown prince, and he would probably make up his mind.

Jing Yan's voice was cold, "Don't wait any longer, the time has come." He was a very brave person, as long as it was worth it. But there was no benefit to go out early, so such a radical method should not be used, but Qiao Yu was seen and recognized by Feng Nannan, and now she could hide it for a while. After the confinement passed, the first thing she had to do was to find Qiao Yu.

He didn't want Qiao Yu to be frightened or be wronged any more, that's all.

Thinking of Qiao Yu, Jing Yan smiled a little more on her face, and even a gentle light appeared in her eyes. He said, "I'll bring some more paint next time."

Xiao Shisi swallowed the words that were about to burst out of his throat.

The prince had no desire. Over the years, he had never asked for anything outside. He really wanted a person in the cold palace. Every extra request was for Qiao Yu, and even had to cover up in front of another secret guard for this.

The Feng family is all tragedy, Feng Nannan and Feng Jiayi are like this, and even Qiao Yu, who is flowing with the blood of the Feng family, continues to delay the prince.

After leaving with Xia Xueqing with orders, he would not be able to come back at the end of the year. Qiao Yu was depressed for several days. Even Huiquan, according to Suxin, did not even have to deliver him good meals for a few days.

A few days later, it rained again, and the weather was wet and stuffy. Qiao Yu slept for a short time and was covered in sweat. When he woke up, he was dark and rainy, and it was very heavy. Qiao Yu looked at the sky blankly, but couldn't recognize when it was. He was extremely bored and was about to get tired of Jingyan.

The corridor was leaking, and Qiao Yu was lazy and didn't bring an umbrella. The short section of the road was wet with his hair and coat. He stood in front of Jing Yan's dormitory door, a little afraid of being taught a lesson, but he thought that he would act coquettishly and behave like a man, so he would just hide.

Recently, Your Highness seems to have treated him better than before. He even gave him a lesson lightly and couldn't bear to say harsh words.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yu pushed open the door and looked at the desk. Jing Yan often reads Buddhist scriptures there and carves some small things with a carving knife. Qiao Yu can receive a new little jade every year, which is slightly different from previous years and is lifelike.

One year, Qiao Yu suddenly grew up. After taking a comparison between Xiaoxiaoyu and previous years, he found out that he asked Jing Yan: "I don't know why your highness carved so well."

Jing Yan's fingers fell on Qiao Yu's forehead, and his fingertips followed the outline of his cheeks, his eyebrows and eyes, and his high and low facial features were gently drawn, and finally he fell on his pointed chin, saying slowly: "I remember Xiaoyu's appearance. I gained weight a little last year, but this year I've been getting tired again. I've grown taller, my cheeks have become thinner, and my chin has become much pointed. I'm very looking forward to what Xiaoyu will look like next year."

Qiao Yu pursed her lips and smiled a little shyly. She turned around and ran away, but she didn't even get Xiao Xiaoyu back. Every moment he grew up was properly remembered in his heart. It was still the prince he liked, which was too shy.

However, it's so joyful.

But today the prince did not read the scriptures or carves, and the room was silent. Qiao Yu was stunned for a moment, then went straight in and walked behind the screen in the inner room.

The surroundings were tightly closed, not much light. Qiao Yu could walk around the screen and see someone lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, and he could vaguely hear a slightly rapid gasp.

Qiao Yu quickly stepped forward, walked towards the bed, and anxiously lit the wall light beside him. The flames suddenly burned up, illuminating a small area on the head of the bed. Jing Yan lay in the quilt, closed his eyes tightly, frowned, his face turned red, but there was no sweat at all.

Is it a fever?

Qiao Yu was shocked and half knelt on the head of the bed. He touched Jing Yan's forehead with the back of his hand. It was so hot that he became more and more anxious. He didn't know what to do. He moved forward and took his forehead to Jing Yan's. The hot temperature seemed to come from the small piece of skin that the two were in contact, and even Qiao Yu burned up.

He was worried.

Perhaps Qiao Yu's movements were too big, Jing Yan seemed to wake up slowly. He opened his eyes, his pupils were covered in blood. He raised his hand with some difficulty and touched the corners of Qiao Yu's eyes. His voice was almost hoarse enough to hear. He said, "Why are you crying again?"

Qiao Yu didn't know that he was crying, so he tried to hold back his tears, at least at this time he had to pretend to be strong and brave. He held Jing Yan's hand tightly, and it was cold, "What should you do if you are sick? I'm going to find an imperial physician and find an imperial physician to treat you."

In his heart, the prince is invincible. No matter what happens, Jing Yan will stand in the same place. He will shelter himself from the wind and rain, make himself happy, but he will never fall down and will never get sick.

But now I can do it.

Jing Yan whispered: "What stupid words can you say? You can't get out."

It is true that I can't get out. The rules in Taiqing Palace are like this. Even if someone dies, the door cannot be opened, and the deposed prince cannot take a step forward.

Qiao Yu bit her lip and was not willing to compromise at all. He said word by word: "Is that so? No, Your Highness is so burning so hard that I want to go to the imperial physician."

He is usually stupid, soft and sweet, and can easily bully anyone, but he is very tough at the end. Otherwise, he would not dare to enter the Taiqing Palace alone, and no one could stop what he wanted to do.

And Qiao Yu wanted to do nothing else, only related to Jingyan.

Jing Yan was so sick that his mind was chaotic and could not think clearly, but he could still control Qiao Yu. He had no strength in his hand, but he still held Qiao Yu's hand, hooked Qiao Yu's neck with the other hand, and pulled it down until the two of them faced each other and could see the shadow reflected in each other's pupils.

He turned his head and coughed twice, saying, "Don't do stupid things. I'm sick, and I'm still angry and worried? Xiaoyu is more behaved, don't leave me, just take care of me here."

At this point, I paused, "It's not a serious illness, just a hot cold, I'll be cured tomorrow. If it's not good, it's not too late to go out tomorrow, right?"

Qiao Yu wiped his eyes hard with his rough cuffs, wiped away all the tears. The corners of his eyes were so red, as if he had suffered some grievances, his voice was soaked in sadness, but he said firmly: "Okay, I promise Your Highness that I will take care of you tonight. But, if you feel sad, you must tell me so that I can take good care of you."

Jing Yan was too exhausted to speak, and half closed his eyes and nodded slightly at him.

Qiao Yu knelt on the edge of the bed, rolled up the sleeves of her coat, pulled out her inner clothes, and wiped Jing Yan's forehead little by little with clean and soft fabric, even if she was a little sweaty. While wiping, he thought about how the prince took care of him when he was sick before. After wiping for a while, he stood up and ran out with his clothes open.

But Jing Yan grabbed his hand firmly.

Qiao Yu turned around and explained, "I'll get a clean towel, hot water and wine, wipe your highness's body, and reduce the temperature. Don't worry."

He suddenly smiled, gentle and obedient, without any trace of forced force, as if the prince used to coax him, and went to coax Jingyan again, "I promised you, and if you promised, it won't be counted. Aci wants to believe me, and he will stay by your side today and take good care of you."

"Aci closed her eyes and slept for a while. When she opened her eyes, I'll be back soon."

He said this and ran quickly. He rushed out of the door, and did not care about the heavy rain, and went to the house where the wine was placed. The wine was saved from the past. The Taiqing Palace had no wine, but there were exceptions. There were happy events in the palace, and even the small eunuchs and palace maids at the bottom could eat a few glasses of wine. The Taiqing Palace could be a little bit. Qiao Yu was young and could not drink wine. Jing Yan was enough for many years, but he had no interest in these things. He said it would be better to store them and use them to wipe them when they were sick.

The rain was too heavy, and when Qiao Yu packed up all the things and put them in his arms, his whole body was wet. He stood at the door, took off all the wet clothes, and walked in barefoot, only the things in his arms were still dry, without any water. The rain slid down the curve of Qiao Yu's cheeks, accumulated on the tip of his chin, and finally flowed from his neck to his chest and spine. Even in midsummer, it felt like a bone-like coolness.

Qiao Yu shook her hair casually, and even felt a little grateful for the rain, otherwise he would not be able to cover up his tears and would be discovered by Jing Yan.

At least he can't cry now, he can't cry in front of the prince, and he will worry again.

When Jing Yan looked up again, he saw Qiao Yu standing in front of his bed. He was wet from head to toe, and his deer-like round eyes were filled with water. I don’t know if it was tears or rain.

But no matter what it is, it doesn't matter.

That was his light, even if it was wet by heavy rain, he was stubborn and tenacious, shining for himself.
Chapter completed!