Female student: I'm sorry, the prince is mine.

"Xuan Qingyi." Nanshan said with shame, "Do you think it's appropriate?"

"There's nothing inappropriate." Xuan Qingyi replied without thinking. Marrying her as his wife had been his long-cherished wish, so what opinions could anyone in the palace have? Can a junior still care who his princess is?

He wouldn't let them say anything.

Nanshan sighed, she understood him. But they were born in this era, and it was best to be inconspicuous. Even if they did something out of the ordinary, they would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble. She didn't want to be regarded as a witch or an alien like she did many years ago. This is not a good thing for the world, for herself, especially for Xuan Qingyi.

She is here to fulfill her own cause and effect, not to be independent. She didn't want to deal with the crowd. After all, she had dealt with it many times in the past few lives. In the past, she had been arranged for many years because of her loneliness. She didn't want to become a topic of conversation among them.

Furthermore, she did not want to destroy the majesty that Xuan Qing had accumulated over the years in the human world by entering the palace without permission. There is no room for flaws in the majestic South Vietnamese God of War, not to mention his current body shape. If there are really rumors, I am afraid he will be angry.

Today's Holy Emperor has not yet completely secured his throne, and all countries are watching him. If something happens to Xuan Qingyi again, there will only be more trouble on the border. The common people didn't know that there would inevitably be hidden dangers in the prosperous times, not to mention that their little sage had only been in business for a few years, she understood.

So all in all, if something happens, it will be a big deal. She may not be able to complete this training, and she is more likely to lose Xuan Qingyi again.

Before the bench in this life was warm, she had to go back to the drawing board and rebuild it again. She was too busy and she really didn't want to bother...

"No, I want to wait for the day when you will be three matchmakers and six betrothals." Nanshan pursed his lips and blushed like a peach blossom in spring.

Xuan Qing was also in a trance for a moment, feeling that they seemed to have returned to Chuyun Peak at the foot of Kun Mountain. At that time, she had just learned that she was going to get married to him. Her face was also so pink and very beautiful.

"Okay." Xuan Qing couldn't help but agreed.

Yes, she deserves three matchmakers and six hires, eight sedans and ten miles of red makeup.

No, Baili Hongzhuang. He even saved enough for her dowry.

Seeing that Nanshan finally brought the topic back, he hurriedly said: "Go back to the palace to spend the Lantern Festival with them, and help me bring some medicine to the old queen."

As she said this, she saw her taking out some forehead wipes from the small shelf. Xuan Qing also looked at it curiously. There seemed to be an inexhaustible supply of medicine in her small shelf. Was there some medicine that belonged to her?

"I asked Ah Chun to sew these forehead wipes for me. I was a bit pressed for time, so I used the only good fabrics I had in my private library and added some herbs into them. I put them on before going to bed to help me sleep."

"Not bad." Xuan Qing also pinched these forehead wipes, which were filled with chopped herbs. He put them in gauze and rubbed them with his hands before putting them in. They were soft.

"By the way, I took the time to change your medicine. Just apply it on the back of your skin before going to bed." Nanshan put the things in the small package and handed it to the man opposite.

Does he have it too? He has collected a lot of medicine during this time, so let's keep it, maybe he will need it in the next few lives.

Xuan Qing also took the small package, placed it on the couch, and continued to sip tea.

Nanshan:......

As the sun set, Ah Chun was waiting on the porch. After a while, he saw the figure of Nanny Cui appearing at the arch. Ah Chun went up to meet her, took the food, and spoke sweet words to coax Nanny Cui. Before entering the courtyard gate, he turned around and went back.

Ah Chun let out a breath, why hasn't Mr. left yet? It wouldn't be good if he was found out. The eldest lady's reputation is already bad enough, so don't let people who are interested spread rumors.

If there is one less person who knows, then there will be one less person~ This will save Nanny Cui from feeling uncomfortable and having to worry about the eldest lady.

Ah Chun nodded, thinking that he was right. Then he took the food box and knocked on Nanshan's door.

"Miss," Ah Chun put the food box on the table in the outer room and looked into the tea room next to the inner room. Sure enough, she saw the vague figure of the gentleman holding a cup of tea and taking a sip slowly.

Hearing Achun's voice, Nanshan stood up, turned back to the tea table and said, "Are you going back? I don't have enough food here."

The figure in the tea room slightly raised the corners of his lips: "I'll be back soon."

Nanshan nodded, but she saw a white coat quickly covering her, two soft things were printed on her forehead, and then a faint scent of rosin hit her, and a low magnetic voice sounded in her ears: "Then wait for me, I'll be back soon."

Before Nanshan could react, Xuan Qing flew out of the window, and soon he was no longer visible. I turned to look at Ah Chun to ask what delicious food Aunt Cui had cooked tonight, but I saw Ah Chun staring at the window as if she had seen something dirty, and she was petrified.

Nanshan blushed and called out bravely: "A Chun? A Chun?"

It wasn't until Nanshan's hand poked her shoulder that Ah Chun suddenly realized: "Eldest...eldest lady, sir, he, he..." Sir, could it be that he is not going to live long? Why did the young lady say goodbye so carelessly?

Seeing Achun go from shock to sadness, Nanshan was confused: "Achun, sir, everything is fine. He just said goodbye to me."

"Farewell? Is it true? Sir, do you want to end your practice in this life? But you just met..."

"Pfft." Nanshan laughed, "I mean, your husband is going back to the palace tomorrow for the festival." Nanshan patted Achun on the shoulder, and seeing that she understood, he pulled her to sit down, and the two of them started eating.

It wasn't until after dinner that Ah Chun no longer looked in shock. Nanshan laughed secretly. The little demon had been reading and writing in Wormwood Alley, but he was still a little green about love. No wonder he wanted to get sidetracked.

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The next day was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival, and the atmosphere on the street was even more lively. Nanshan was going to take Achun to the medical clinic first.

After exiting the small door, they found Zhuang standing by the door waiting. The two of them turned into the alley without changing their expressions. They happened to meet each other, so they said goodbye.

Xuan Qing was also waiting behind the carriage. When he saw Nanshan appear, he took her hand and looked at her eagerly.

"Have you brought your medicine?" Nanshan coughed.

"Take it with you. Wait for me to come back."

"Okay, let's go." I said it yesterday. She is here, are you afraid that she will run away?

Ah Chun quickly turned her back to them. She was afraid that she would see something she shouldn't see again.

No, Xuan Qing had already taken Nanshan into his arms at this time and tightened his arms. For some reason, he was particularly reluctant to let go.

Nanshan stroked his back: "Go ahead, I'll wait for you. I'll go to the hospital to see you. If you're not at home, don't worry about me."

"Yeah." There was a muffled echo in my ears.

"Go." Seeing him get on the carriage, Nanshan pulled Achun towards the medical center.