The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

"Can you wait?"

Qin Sui pondered for a moment, "Your Majesty has given all this year's tribute brocade to Sister Chu. Yunjin is hard to come by, can you wait for me for a while?"

Dong Yanwan breathed a sigh of relief, "I understand."

It's really hard to ask for something that even her father couldn't get.

"Then I will wait for you, next year or the year after next."

Qin Mansion.

With the heavy medical fee in her hand, Mrs. Qin heard that Chu Yizhao had destroyed a hairpin, and took out two red jade hairpins with hanging beads as gifts to her and Dong Yanwan.

Fearing that the injury would relapse, Chu Yizhao stayed with him for two hours.

Before leaving, Madam Qin asked Chu Yizhao about the situation. He said that Marquis Guangxin's mother was seriously ill and he was looking for a famous doctor.

She wanted to recommend Chu Yizhao.

Chu Yizhao refused.

Madam Qin reminded, "The old lady is seriously ill. The princess and her husband will return to the capital soon. They will come to you sooner or later."

It was getting dark, and on both sides of the flat road, the fog condensed into clouds and fell into the sky, carrying a faint red glow on its tail.

The moon is white and the apricot is red, moving gracefully.

Dong Yanwan smiled and said, "Buyao is expensive, so I don't want the Yunjin."

Chu Yizhao said, "Since he promised to return it to you, just take it. You owe him a favor for saving your life, so you can't afford to accept this little thing."

Dong Yanwan waved her hand, "What kind of favor is that? I'm just taking advantage of you."

"Besides, I am about to get engaged. Even if we are not married next year, I will still be an unmarried woman. How can I accept things from a man outside my family at will?"

Chu Yizhao asked her, "Do you have a man you like?"

Dong Yanwan's body tensed up, "Don't ask like that. Sister Yan asked me that question the other day, and the next day I got bad news."

She said, getting angry.

"There are so many beauties and rich girls in the capital, and so many people seeking power and beauty, but they chose you and me..."

Chu Yizhao deeply agreed with this.

"Well, I worked for your majesty a few days ago, and I still have some rewards that I haven't received. They are just some gold and silver treasures, which I don't lack. I will use them to exchange for some grace."

"Your Majesty is wise and will grant my request."

A woman should be careful and considerate when choosing a husband.

She has only this one close friend.

I don't want her to give up her life in a hurry.

"Nonsense!" Dong Yanwan looked around furtively and warned Chu Yizhao seriously, "It is a taboo to repay a favor with favors. Don't say such stupid things again."

"You are doing this for my own good, I can't hurt you. It's just a marriage, it's just moving from one backyard to another, I'm not afraid!"

The remaining leaves floated, the dry roots broke, and a yellow leaf trembled and fell to the ground.

Dong Yanwan finished her words with a straight face, then hesitated and said, "How about you ask for me if Zhang Yanqiu is willing to marry..."

Chu Yizhao gathered his cloak and said, "You have no interest in him. Forcing a marriage together will only make you a couple with resentment. It would be better for me to bring my head to see His Majesty tomorrow if you do such a wicked thing."

After saying that, she strode away.

Dong Yanwan was left alone behind, and she took small steps to chase after him, "Hey, Ming, Ming, if you don't want to ask, then don't ask. Don't do anything stupid."

When Chu Yizhao got off the car, it was already dark. The servants of the Prince of Yue's mansion came out to light the lamps. Chu Yizhao had nothing to do, so he stood in front of the mansion and watched for a while.

The hexagonal palace lantern with three-in-one treasure cover and Suo Luo is painted with colorful bat gourds and coiled intestines, with exquisite and superb painting skills.

Everyone in the Prince of Yue's Palace is good at painting.

The servant holding the lamp went down the stairs to collect his utensils and prepared to return home. Suddenly he stopped and bowed to the gate.

In the dark twilight, the faint rouge glow and the dim yellow light intertwined, and the master, dressed in scarlet and black silk brocade, walked out in the night.

He has a high nose, thin lips, and long eyebrows, and has a very cold and thin appearance.

As if sensing something, Wei Jingyu turned his head and saw the clear, slender figure disappear into the vastness, leaving only the cold moonlight on the ground.

He called his servants and asked, "Who is that woman?"

The servant looked over in confusion, but there was no one in front of the mansion. The indigo carriage was driven by the coachman into the alley.

"Your Highness, after Marquis Jingyuan moved out, the new owner stayed at home and rarely went out. He has not visited us."

Wei Jingyu said "yes" lightly, as if asking casually, then he picked up his boots and walked in the opposite direction.

...

The pearly yellow paper fell off from the delicate knuckles and scattered on the ground. The cold wind blew through the cold trees, the stained glass window was half open, and strands of coldness were as dense as a spider web.

Chu Yizhao suddenly felt a headache. In the empty and silent main hall, papers fluttered in the wind, revealing neat and powerful ink characters.

My sister Zhao Zhao,

Show Xin'an.

Last winter, my elder brother went to Qishan to seek medical treatment for his illness. Last month, my fourth brother came to visit me and told me that my family had encountered a great disaster. I should have set off to return to Beijing immediately, but I was unable to control my body and stayed in bed for half a month before I could return.

During this illness, he developed a strange disease and had terrifying nightmares, which seemed to be a call of prophecy.

The wandering soul entered the garden and saw you in the dark room, haggard. When the snowflakes were full of branches, the blood shadow and the sword light appeared, and your soul disappeared. My brother was completely disappointed. When he woke up from the dream, tears flowed. I hope you take care of yourself.

My brother has already returned on horseback. Xu will stay in Qishan for a while and return after more than a month.

Nian Zhaozhao, brother Yun Yishu.

Prophetic dream.

Chu Yizhao looked out into the night.

Amid the hazy distant mountains, a man in white rode past on his horse at a gallop, his hooves skimming over flowers and leaves, stirring up dust and boiling earth, his clothes fluttering in the wind, as he went to fulfill a date in a dream.

The white fingertips picked up pieces of thin paper, and as the flames jumped, they turned into dust and smoke, floating and scattering across the sky and earth.

Chu Yizhao felt a little cold. Her skin was tender, and the dry and cold north wind felt like a knife scratching her face.

Walking to the courtyard, the candlelight flickered, and the snow-white window paper reflected the man's delicate and lazy profile. Chu Yizhao saw the high nose bone, the affectionate eyes, and the rouge-colored thin lips.

Through the warm yellow window paper, Chu Yizhao thought of the bored and weary look in the man's eyes as he leaned over to order the table.

She curled her lips slightly, and her cold heart felt a little warmer.

Wei Xingli liked to stay in Chu Yizhao's small study, with writing brushes, inkstones and papers on the desk, bamboo leaves and plum branches outside the window, rows of medical books and strategies, and a celadon Guanyin vase on the table.

And an ebony and jade inlaid chaise longue designed just for him.

He reads when he is awake and sleeps when he is tired. If Chu Yizhao doesn't come home one day, he will wait here for the whole day.

Wei Xingli never felt that waiting was something worth looking forward to. It was boring and dull, rising and falling month after month, year after year, and there was nothing to wait for except the pain and humiliation that penetrated his bones.

I'd rather die.

he thinks.

Taizu stepped on the clouds to ascend to heaven, and he can also step on the clouds to enter the underworld. What is the difference between becoming an immortal and dying? Coming from where he came from, going to where he is going, disappearing into the world, and no one will be sad or happy.

Later, Wei Xingli realized the difference. After becoming an immortal, one can come down to earth, convert his immortal companions, and live as long as heaven and earth.

I can't die.

If I die, I will never see her again.

Wei Xingli didn't know if he would still be handsome and powerful after reincarnation. If he became a commoner, an ugly person, Chu Yizhao would definitely roll him into a ball and kick him to the horizon.

"Bad woman."

Wei Xingli spoke out angrily.

"Who are you talking about?"

Wei Xingli's eyelids twitched and he looked up with a guilty conscience. Just one glance was enough to make him lose his composure.

"Amin!"

Wei Xingli hurriedly embraced the tearful woman, "What happened? Are you hurt?!"

He pulled the person around like a donkey and turned around twice. Chu Yizhao cried uncontrollably and waved his hands left and right as he moved.

"Where's the injury, huh? Huh? Leg? Arm? Got spanked again?!"

Chu Yizhao just shed tears silently without saying a word.

Wei Xingli was so anxious that she turned around and around. "Oh, my aunt, please explain it clearly——!"

Her bright eyes were like a flood, sobbing and wailing, "Help me kill him! Kill him!"