Princess, come home quickly, the God of War Prince is going to be jealous to death!

There were sounds of footsteps in the courtyard. Before I saw the person, I heard her voice first, "Xuemei, but the girl is awake."

"Girl, wake up." Xuemei took the cup from Wen Zhiyue with a smile on her face and wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief.

Ye Nanxuan walked into the house, followed closely by Ye Zhao.

One meter away from the bed, Ye Nanxuan stopped and looked at Wen Zhiyue, who was leaning on the bedside, "Ye Zhao, go and see how Yue'er is doing."

Ye Zhao walked to the bedside, stretched out his hand and touched Wen Zhiyue's forehead, "Your Majesty, it's good, the girl's fever is gone."

She took Wen Zhiyue's wrist and checked Wen Zhiyue's pulse.

After a while, Ye Zhao's face softened and he smiled, "The girl is fine. Please rest more and she will recover in less than a month."

Wen Zhiyue looked happy and nodded slightly to Ye Zhao.

"Girl, I will prepare some food for you." Xuemei looked at Ye Zhao, the two looked at each other, and Ye Zhao stood up, "Girl just woke up, you still need to pay attention to your food, I will go and help Xuemei. "

After the two left, the room was quiet.

Wen Zhiyue and Ye Nanxuan looked at each other, but neither spoke. Wen Zhiyue lowered her head and chuckled.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Since the prince has something to say to his daughter, why are he so far away?" Wen Zhiyue raised her head and stared at Ye Nanxuan with her soft eyes in confusion.

Ye Nanxuan's face was cold, with no expression on his face, but the corners of his mouth trembled slightly. He took a few steps forward and said, "The poison has been removed. When you recover, you will come back to Kyoto with me."

"Your Majesty has not returned to Kyoto and has been delayed outside for a long time. Aren't you afraid that the Emperor of the Night will punish you?"

"I reported to my father a month ago that I was attacked on the road. I was seriously injured and needed to go to Medicine Valley for treatment. I was unable to return to the court in time to recover." Ye Nanxuan's cold expression revealed a look of arrogance.

"The prince has fought for the country in all directions, helping the Night Emperor to stabilize the country. The wise concubine is the emperor's favorite. The prince's favor is greater than that of the prince. But have you ever worried that the prince will be unfavorable to the prince after he ascends the throne?"

Ye Nanxuan sneered, "The position of prince has always been a variable."

"Your Majesty wants to be the crown prince." Wen Zhiyue stared at Ye Nanxuan's stern face.

"My heart is not in the position of the prince. If there is a wise master, the people will be safe and peaceful, and they can swim in the mountains and rivers. Wouldn't it be wonderful?"

Seeing the smile on Ye Nanxuan's longing for a relaxed life, Wen Zhiyue fell into deep thought, "In the previous life, Ye Nanxuan killed the prince when the prince forced him to go to the palace and took the throne. Will the same thing happen in this life?"

"Yue'er is willing to swim with me in the mountains and rivers and appreciate the customs of various countries." Ye Nanxuan had a smile on his face. Looking at Wen Zhiyue who was dull and did not answer, he withdrew his smile and next time he went to the bedside, he gently The ground called, "Yue'er, Yue'er...".

"Well, what did the prince just say?" Wen Zhiyue raised her eyes and looked at Ye Nanxuan, her forehead just touching Ye Nanxuan's lips.

The two of them were in a panic, as if they were electrocuted. Wen Zhiyue accidentally moved her wrist, "Ah." The pain came, and Wen Zhiyue couldn't help but scream.

"But I touched a wound." As he said that, Ye Nanxuan gently picked up Wen Zhiyue's injured wrist, "It's bleeding. I'll call Yujin."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the wound is a traumatic injury. You and I have fought on the battlefield, so the pain of the flesh is not a serious injury." Wen Zhiyue stopped Ye Nanxuan who was about to walk out.

Outside the door, footsteps came, "Girl, Doctor Bai is here."

"Is Ye Nanxuan inside?" Bai Yujin walked quickly into the house and shouted angrily, "Ye Nanxuan, you didn't let me sleep in the middle of the night, so you asked Ye Zhao to call me to give you a home." Diagnose your pulse, what is your intention?"

"Ye Zhao, didn't you go to eat with Xuemei?" Wen Zhiyue looked at Ye Nanxuan with doubtful eyes.

Ye Zhao walked into the house with the furious Bai Yujin, "There is light in the girl's room. The prince is afraid of wasting time, so he asked me to come and treat the girl first. If there is no serious problem, I will go to the valley owner to give it to you." Take a closer look."

Ye Zhao's words made Bai Yujin's face become even more gloomy, "Ye Zhao has already seen it, and he still calls me, Ye Nanxuan. If I don't fight you for three hundred rounds today, it will be difficult to satisfy my resentment." After saying that, he waved his jade. The fan struck Ye Nanxuan.

Ye Nanxuan dodged and ran out of the house through the window, followed closely by Bai Yujin.

In an instant, the sound of fist fighting echoed throughout the courtyard.

"Ye Nanxuan, you bastard, you actually attacked me below." Bai Yujin shouted from time to time.

"Girl, don't worry. The prince and the Valley Master have been fighting since childhood. If they don't fight, there will be rainbow rain in the world." Ye Zhao leaned against the window and turned around to look at Wen Zhiyue, who was a little worried.

"Girl, eat some easy-to-digest food." After saying that, Ye Zhao walked to the bed, took the rice porridge Xuemei had just brought, and slowly fed it to Wen Zhiyue.

A quarter of an hour later, Ye Zhao put the porcelain bowl on the table, and Xuemei wiped the corners of Wen Zhiyue's mouth.

"How long will they have to fight like this?" Wen Zhiyue asked.

"Girl, let's rest first. Between the two of them, the Valley Master will not make a truce without some hints." Ye Zhao helped Wen Zhiyue lie down and tucked her in with the quilt.

"Girl, I'm going to rest first. If anything happens, let Xuemei call me." Wen Zhiyue nodded, "It's almost dawn, so you can rest."

After Ye Zhao left, Xuemei closed the doors and windows and put down the green gauze tent.

"Xuemei, find a time tomorrow and go outside the valley to tell Luo Chuan two things. One is that my poison has been cured, and now I need to raise him in the valley for a month, and order him to send a message to my cousin. The other is to send a message. Give it to Qiao Nuo and let her secretly investigate the Xiuyue Pavilion stronghold and Xue Yi’s origin and whereabouts."

"Yes, girl."

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight shines into the house through the window.

"Girl, I sent the message to Luochuan at midnight last night, and Luochuan will deliver the message in the next few days." Xuemei opened the window, placed the green gauze tent on both sides and tied it up, helped Wen Zhiyue up, and changed her clothes.

"This is not a military camp, nor is it an urgent message. You can just go today. Why run out at night?" Wen Zhiyue looked at Xuemei with some distress.

"The things arranged by the girl are all important matters." Xuemei looked at Wen Zhiyue while busy, and her hand paused for a moment.

"But what's wrong with me?" Wen Zhiyue asked doubtfully.

"The girl has become a lot softer since she was poisoned." Xuemei's eyes showed a little sadness and pity.

"Women are made for water. They should be gentle and tender, and don't have to be sad." Wen Zhiyue walked out of bed with Xuemei's support.

"The princess became much more enlightened after being poisoned." As the footsteps outside the door progressed, a loud voice sounded.

Wen Zhiyue was supported by Xuemei and nodded to the two people walking outside the door.

"I am in harmony with Brother Nanxuan, so there is no need to salute." Bai Yujin was wearing a white gauze with Xinyi flowers embroidered on it. Ye Nanxuan followed closely behind.

Looking at the small patch of redness and swelling on Bai Yujin's forehead, Wen Zhiyue was a little surprised. Just as Ye Zhao said, Bai Yujin's forehead was stained. Xuemei lowered her head and suppressed a smile.