The imperial concubine taught Fenghuang endlessly, but Fenghuang only listened with his left ear and listened with his right ear. Fenghuang knew that the imperial concubine was going to take her out of the palace, and when she thought that she would return to the palace and see Yang Yanjing immediately, it was nothing to think about the endless reprimands she received now.
The imperial concubine finally got tired of training, and the phoenix was finally free. The imperial concubine said lightly: "Seventh princess, you can go back to the mansion by yourself."
Fenghuang listened carefully to these words, quickly thanked her, and walked out of Concubine Hua's palace in a hurry. And Yang Yanming looked at the back of Phoenix, who disappeared far away, and felt an endless sense of loss in his heart.
Fenghuang felt relieved, he could finally be himself again, although he had only been in the palace for the fourth day, but it felt as long as four years, either beatings or scolding, or berating, Fenghuang couldn't feel this magnificent palace. What's so good, why do the kings of all ages always want to step on their bones and ascend to the throne of the emperor.
Fenghuang thought of this, and suddenly a familiar voice came, "Wangfei, Wangfei."
Fenghuang looked around, and it was Yinxiang, but Fenghuang jumped up and down, walking past without any ladylike image. "Yinxiang, Yinxiang, where is your lord?" Fenghuang asked while walking.
Yin Xiang said with a smile: "Princess, please look at the carriage not far away."
Fenghuang looked at Yinxiang's fingers with confidence, Yang Yanjing was standing beside the carriage quietly. Dressed in fluttering white clothes, although he is thin and frail, he still has the gentle and jade-like temperament of a man.
Only then did Fenghuang understand what it means to meet again after a long absence. Fenghuang ran over quickly, although Yang Yanjing's face was still so calm and composed, but his heart was full of joy, just as Yang Yanjing wanted to speak, Fenghuang suddenly couldn't stop giving Yang Yanjing a big hug, warm and gratified.
Fenghuang hugged Yang Yanjing, suddenly all the grievances in his heart poured out, and the tears in his eyes couldn't help flowing out. Fenghuang thought that he was incredibly strong, but he never thought that such strength would be so vulnerable in the arms of a man.
Fenghuang was choked up for a while and couldn't speak at all. Although Yang Yanjing was frightened by Fenghuang's open and direct actions, she still gently patted Fenghuang's back and said softly: "Okay, princess , now go home with the king."
Yin Xiang hid aside, ashamed to watch. But Fenghuang sobbed and said: "My lord, from now on, from now on, don't leave me alone in the palace, okay?"
Yang Yanjing is used to seeing phoenixes on weekdays, and she looks very strong. Today, her pear blossoms with rain make Yang Yanjing even more in touch. He has been patiently comforting the phoenix.
Fenghuang vented his grievances, and felt really shy in his heart, crying in front of Yang Yanjing, he has always appeared in the image of a female man.
Fenghuang and Yang Yanjing got into the carriage. Because of what happened just now, Fenghuang had prepared a lot to talk to Yang Yanjing, but because he was crying, he suddenly felt embarrassed.
But Yang Yanjing asked: "Princess, I have suffered a lot these days, and the king is still late. I hope the concubine will not blame me."
Seeing Yang Yanjing say this, Fenghuang couldn't express the grievances and complaints in his heart, so he just pouted. On Phoenix's cheeks there were tears dripping down his cheeks, and with this little pouty mouth, he was extremely cute.
Yang Yanjing looked at Fenghuang, who still had such a cute side, and actually grinned, Fenghuang then said: "My lord, why are you smiling, my face is very interesting."
Yang Yanjing smiled without saying a word, just smiled dotingly. But at this time, Yang Yanjing felt a pain in his heart and coughed uncontrollably.
Phoenix patted Yang Yanjing's back worriedly, trying his best to help him smooth. "Cough cough cough. Cough cough. Ben Wang, Ben Wang is fine." Yang Yanjing said with difficulty.
"My lord, you're coughing like this, and you still say you're fine. Then stop talking." Fenghuang blamed worriedly.
Along the way, Yang Yanjing coughed one after another, Fenghuang listened to it, but was extremely worried.
Immediately they finally arrived at the palace, Fenghuang helped the prince into the bedroom, and quickly ordered Yin Xiang: "Yin Xiang, quickly prepare soup and medicine for the prince, remember to bring some candied dates and the like."
"Okay, princess."
Fenghuang was always by Yang Yanjing's side, until he saw Yang Yanjing drink the decoction, he felt at ease. But Yang Yanjing's cough still didn't stop.
Feng Feng asked Yin Xiang: "My lord, what's the matter, why is this cough getting worse?"
Yin Xiang hurriedly said: "The princess doesn't know something. The prince has been working hard because of the affairs of the princess these few days. He stayed up late in the study every night and did not say anything. Today he went to the morning court early this morning, and in the afternoon he was at the gate of the palace. Concubine Wang, the prince's body has been completely overdrawn these days."
Hearing Yinxiang's words, Fenghuang felt ashamed, "You go down first, let me accompany the prince well today."
"But Wangfei, you just came back from the palace, so you should pay more attention to your body." Yin Xiang comforted.
"My concubine is fine, just remember to deliver soup and medicine to the prince on time." Fenghuang walked into Yang Yanjing's room after speaking.
Yang Yanjing was still coughing intermittently, with a haggard complexion. Seeing that Fenghuang hadn't slept late at night, he said with difficulty: "Princess, it's almost time for a change. You go to rest, cough, cough." Yang Yanjing said It's just a cough.
"My lord, you should take care of yourself first." Fenghuang said, poured a cup of tea and served it to Yang Yanjing, hoping that he would feel better.
Looking at Yang Yanjing's pained look, Fenghuang blamed himself and felt even more distressed. She kept patting Yang Yanjing's back, hoping that her movements would make Yan Yanjing a little more comfortable.
After tossing and tossing for three or four hours, Yang Yanjing's cough finally got better, and now Fenghuang felt drowsy, so he dared to lie down beside Yang Yanjing's bed and fell asleep.
In the early morning of the second day, Yang Yanjing opened his eyes in a daze, feeling like his whole body was falling apart, and then he remembered that he suddenly fell ill last night.
Yang Yanjing suddenly saw Fenghuang beside her bed, lying on a corner of the bed, falling asleep exhaustedly, feeling pity in her heart.
Yang Yanjing tiptoed up, gently picked up the woman, put her on his bed, and covered her with a quilt. Yang Yanjing stared at the sleeping Phoenix for a long time, and it was not until Yinxiang walked into the room that he came to his senses.
Just as Yin Xiang was about to speak, Yang Yanjing signaled him not to speak now, so as not to disturb the sleeping Phoenix.
Yin Xiang just whispered into Yang Yanjing's ear, "My lord, your soup."
"Okay, put it there, I will drink it right away." Yang Yanjing said softly, for fear of disturbing Fenghuang's dream.