Long Feili was very happy and stroked her hair, "Xiao Qi, did you hear it? Three days, not more than three days, maybe even shorter."
Just now, Doctor Cui asked her to take ginseng tablets and apply needles on her body. She seemed to be a little more energetic. She was silent for a while, and said softly: "Is it three days... If I can persist, Long Feili, you promise me One thing."
"Okay, you say."
"If I'm lucky enough to survive this time, Long Feili, we...let's let each other go."
Everyone heard what Xuanji was saying, but no one seemed to understand what she was saying.
Long Zijin and the others all looked at Xuanji in astonishment, and Yuzhi even cried out in a low voice.
The courtyard, who was kneeling on the ground, was trembling slightly, because this was out of time, and heard the concubine Nian's presumptuous address to the emperor, as well as absurd and bold demands.
Doctor Cui seemed to understand the relationship between the two.
Not to mention the emperor's nervousness towards Concubine Nian, but just dare to make such a request to the emperor, they... just, isn't this kind of favor? Nianfei she...
While measuring to the emperor, Xia Sang unconsciously held his hand tightly.
Just like before, Long Feili is very calm, maybe it should be said that he is more calm than before.
He stood up, cut his hands behind him, quietly looked at Xuanji for a long time, and suddenly smiled lightly: "So that's the case."
"You have been hiding in the carriage, hiding your body, waiting for death, or this moment. What a place to die!"
Xuanji turned her head slightly and didn't make a sound.
"Did you not hear what I said? What I mean, I only give you one comb. Do you understand?"
The emperor's voice was still very light.
But it is like an iron claw, catching anyone's heart.
"Okay, or not?" Xuanji interrupted him gently.
The laughter grew louder.
The emperor is smiling.
Yuzhi originally stared blankly at Xuanji and Long Feili, but at this time, he did not dare to look at Long Feili again. This time, it was not the fear of seeing the man's anger, but the slender, slender blue-gray color in his eyes.
I have never seen such a ninth brother.
In the past, Brother Jiu was not very angry, even if she did something naughty.
Often only ten brothers Xia Sang and the others jumped, and even Xu Xi.
Brother Jiu's temper is actually very cold.
After returning to the palace this time, she always felt that he was different.
At that time, I didn't know, but now I understand that his face was full of joy and anger that he didn't have in the past.
It's just that I've never seen him look like this.
If it is said that the moment his sister-in-law suddenly fainted, he was mourning and panicking, then now, she really doesn't know how to describe the tenth brother at the moment.
More despair than despair, what should that be called.
Why, obviously the ninth brother said that he only likes his sister-in-law, why does his sister-in-law still say this
She also didn't quite understand the meaning of letting go of each other.
Just don't eat together, don't chat... don't meet again
Xuanji coughed slightly, her eyebrows furrowed sharply.
Doctor Cui was taken aback, walked to the bedside, supported Xuanji's shoulder, and said worriedly: "Niang Niang, heart Gu should not be agitated, the quieter the better, don't think about anything now..."
"Cui Nishang," Long Zijin said coldly, "Can you not say anything? The emperor and Concubine Nian are talking, how can you interrupt here?"
Doctor Cui bit her lip, her face flushed red, she gave Xuanji a few more injections, and knelt back to the ground quietly.
"Tenth brother!" Long Feili reprimanded, Long Zijin whispered, "Yes."
"Xiao Qi," Long Feili sat back on the edge of the bed, took Xuanji into his arms, kissed her eyes, and whispered, "Let's talk about this after you've dealt with it."
Xuanji smiled bitterly and said with difficulty, "Can you send someone to Fengjiu Palace to help me get something?"
"Your Majesty, please tell me, the servant will do it now!" Xia Sang stepped forward quickly and knelt down.
Xuanji suddenly remembered that when he was in Qiyuan, the people around him were indifferent to her.
To this day, there is actually a sincerity.
However, he and she...
"What?" Long Feili hugged her tightly.
"I haven't been able to prepare anything for your birthday. I still have some banknotes, which you also gave me. I made something myself..."
Before Xuanji could finish her words, Long Feili suddenly put her down, and everyone saw him walking quickly to a simple sandalwood box painted gold and silver beside the crystal curtain.
Although it is the emperor's bedroom, Long Zijin and others also come and go from time to time, but they have never seen this box. I don't know when Long Feili ordered it to be made.
"Xia Sang, the key."
"Yes!" Xia Sang respectfully said, and immediately took out a key from his arms and gave it to Long Feili.
Everyone looked into the box, and saw a few baby clothes neatly folded inside. The color was very old, and it seemed to have been out for a few years. Others didn't know, but Xu Xi knew that it was Long Feili's childhood. Clothes, made by Ru Fei.
At that time, he was raised by the Empress Dowager's side, and it was not easy for Concubine Ru to send clothes and things.
Beside those clothes, there is a small book with rough decoration.
Long Feili took out the small book and carefully locked the box, showing that he cherished the contents inside.
"Is it this?" He walked back to the bed, lifted Xuanji up, took it into his arms carefully, and asked her with a smile.
This was the coupon she used to "perfunctory" Long Feili's birthday before she left the palace. Xuanji was stunned for a while before she said, "Why are you here?"
"Well, I brought it here."
"Now, I'll do all the above." With her eyes still on the box, Xuanji deliberately ignored her increasingly impetuous mood, and whispered, "If you don't allow me, I can't last for three days. ."
Long Feili was holding the book tightly, with a thin smile on the corners of his eyes and brows, but at this time, he suppressed the smile inch by inch.
Putting Xuanji down, he stood up again and turned around.
His head drooped slightly, his eyes stared at the ground quietly, no one could see his expression at the moment.
After a long time, he turned around abruptly and smiled faintly: "Nian Xuanji, what if I allow you, what if I allow you?"