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

"She cried twice, and you forgave her?"

Wei Xingli was dissatisfied.

Everyone wanted his Jiaojiaobao to be Wei Yu's concubine.

Is that bastard worthy?

The man was murderous. Chu Yizhao paused while pounding the medicine and said calmly, "The Zhou Dynasty ruled the country with filial piety. The queen is the mother of the country and Zuo Suiyan's mother-in-law. It's normal that she doesn't dare to refuse."

Zuo Suiyan has been brought up as the wife of a wealthy family since she was young. In her mind, taking a concubine for her husband is the wife's duty, not to mention that the man is the prince.

In the battle for the throne, in-laws are the most important thing. For the throne of the crown prince, she has to give up too much. What does this little friendship with Chu Yizhao count for?

"She is a qualified crown princess and will be a qualified queen in the future."

The crisp sound floated in the air, disappeared completely in the sound of the pestle and mortar colliding, and diffused in the fragrance of medicine that filled the room.

"Ah"

Wei Xingli sat in front of the door, his expensive brocade clothes tucked into his waist, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his fair and strong forearms.

Holding the herbs in his left hand, he gently applied force with the fingertips of his right hand, and the muddy roots of the herbs were pinched off. With a flick of his wrist, he threw them into the dustpan.

He raised his head from the pile of herbs, his noble eyes and eyebrows showing disdain for the world.

"What's the point of being qualified or not? She sacrificed others' affection for her own safety. She's not qualified at all."

"Is Wei Yu dead? He wants a girl to run around for him. As a prince, I feel ashamed for him."

The man's voice was too loud, causing Chu Yizhao's heart to pound. He was too presumptuous to talk about the future crown prince.

"Xingyu, don't be so fierce..."

The girl of fifteen or sixteen spoke in a grumbling voice, which was sweeter than sugar.

Wei Xingli's ears moved and he felt dizzy.

Why didn't I realize before that the girl's voice is so beautiful?

Especially when it contains his name.

After smacking his lips twice, Wei Xingli stopped talking and lowered his head to pick herbs carefully.

The grass roots were very hard. Amin twisted them twice and his fingertips were rubbed red. This kind of rough work was only for him.

Chu Yizhao saw how hard he worked and felt a sense of absurdity. A nobleman who was dressed in fine clothes and fed with delicious food, instead of lying down in a golden fox fur coat, had to come and do odd jobs for her.

Just like in the previous life, I had to watch her picking herbs.

What's wrong...

Feng Zhi, who had seen a ghost, stopped the dusty Lu Feng at the door. Just as he was about to speak, a pungent smell of kerosene choked him and made him step back uncomfortably.

"Murder and arson?"

Lu Feng said nothing, pushed the person out, and clicked the bolt.

"Hey, hey, what do you mean? Why do you care about me? The prince is crazy, do you know that he went to pick vegetables for a woman! Picking vegetables!! Is he crazy!!!"

...

On October 16, a fire broke out in the East Palace. Strangely, both the left and right palaces were intact, and only Wei Yu's bedroom was burned down.

Wei Yu returned from suppressing bandits, his eyes were red from staying up all night. Just as he was about to go back to the palace to take a nap, he was faced with a charred ruin.

I have such a big bed...

Emperor Yuan An was angry again: He said that Wei Xingli Pi Yanzi was causing trouble and burned the house just when people were about to enter the city.

"How did my prince offend you again?!"

"You are so bold. You actually set fire in the palace and didn't even hide from people! Lu Feng wanted to show his face in front of the prince's palace maids. He is so arrogant!"

Emperor Yuan An slammed the table and roared, picking up the memorial in his hand and putting it down again, putting it down and picking it up again, and finally throwing it to the ground with two weak coughs from Wei Xingli.

"Cough... cough..." Wei Xingli sat leaning back in the armchair, his eyes dark and his throat itchy.

He was a little annoyed. Why couldn't his body last long? Now he couldn't even do the job of picking herbs.

Miss her so much...

When Emperor Yuan An saw the man lying half-lying, his face was pale, his eyes were dull, and he looked lifeless. The anger in his chest disappeared in an instant, and he could no longer get angry.

He slowed down his voice, with some annoyance.

"I have been taking medicine for so many years but I haven't gotten better. Is the miracle doctor in your house any use?"

"Depend on him to keep alive"

Wei Xingli replied calmly, then recalled Emperor Yuan An's previous question and replied,

"I will compensate for the loss of the Eastern Palace"

"You! Is this about money?" Emperor Yuan An said calmly, "The palace rules are strict. You are hitting me, the queen, and the prince in the face!"

Wei Xingli laughed out loud, "Look at what you said, I am not an octopus spirit."

"You brat!" Emperor Yuan An was furious and threw another memorial to the ground. The bright yellow memorial rolled twice and scattered around Wei Xingli's feet.

Black words on white paper, imperial calligraphy

The surrendered soldiers in the south begged the princess, thinking of the letter Chu Yizhao wrote last night...

Wei Xingli narrowed his eyes slightly.

The little girl is afraid that she will be sad again...

"You are just as scoundrel as your father!!"

The person on the dragon throne was still cursing, but Wei Xingli's thoughts drifted to the fragrant courtyard.

She unfolds the letter with her bare hands and gathers ink to form words.

Although he had expected this, Chu Yizhao still sighed in disappointment.

Holding the edge of the paper close to the candlelight, the precious rice paper was stained with flames, shining in the dark night and reflected in the woman's misty black eyes.

In a moment, the paper turned to ashes...

A drop of water falls on the loose dust, without causing a single ripple...

A great victory was won in the southern part of the country, and the Rong and Di tribes surrendered.

The new leader asked to marry the princess, but Prince Liang was afraid that Nan Rong's face would be exposed and he would be forced to marry her by Emperor Yuan'an, so he rejected Chu Yizhao's request to use his words.

She guessed correctly, Prince Liang and Wei Xingche were not good people either.

The world is full of people pursuing profit, when it comes to oneself, what does a life-saving grace mean?

What made Chu Yizhao feel even more absurd was that Wei Xingche led the Biannan army, overcame all hardships and defeated the bandits.

His sister might actually become the princess of the marriage alliance...

"Meet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince"

"Is your lady asleep?"

There were discussions outside the door. Wei Xingli's voice was very special, like a piece of cool jade.

She wiped her face and shouted outside,

"Prince, I'm going to sleep. Please come back tomorrow."

The only candle in the diamond-shaped window went out, and the loneliness and solitude in the middle of the night were all lost in the endless darkness.

The moon was high in the sky, without a single cloud in the sky, and the night sky seemed to have been washed clean.

The tall shadow fell on the steps, entwined with the osmanthus branches,

Like pine and bamboo.

In the quiet courtyard, the creaking sound of the door was unusually clear. Chu Yizhao walked out on the moon. The chill of the night hit her face, and she shivered reflexively.

“Why don’t you wear more clothes?”

When the sound of Liang Yu Dingled came, Chu Yizhao stopped and looked in the direction of the sound in disbelief.

The tall and handsome man, wearing a black cloak, was hidden in the dark night without any light. The snow-white jade pendant on his waist was shining with a faint luster.

The moonlight was cold and white, pouring down on half of the side face. The sharp skin, gorgeous and strange, shattered the coldness of the moonlight.

Like a wonderful person made from peony flowers crushed into mud...

Chu Yizhao stood there in a daze, with only one inexplicable thought in his mind...

The most handsome man in Shangjing City...

It’s clearly... Wei Xingli.

The cassia twigs swayed gently, the jade beads swayed gently, and the man slowly walked out of the shadows, his stunning appearance was fully exposed, competing with the moon's brilliance.

The thin lips are lightly hooked, soft and beautiful, and the eyes are full of tenderness.

"Silly?"

Chu Yizhao came back to her senses and saw that the man had already walked in front of her. The pine and sandalwood scent mixed with the cold air wrapped around her. Chu Yizhao looked up and found that the man's long and thick black eyelashes were already stained with a layer of white frost...

"Why are you here?"

Wei Xingli raised his hand and gently pressed Chu Yizhao's shoulder, pushing him in, then retracted his hand and turned his sleeve back, and the door was closed.

He stood in front of the door, his brows lowered.

"You cried"

Chu Yizhao blinked.

Why is she crying?

Just stay in the yard?

The man smiled, very frivolously.

She said "no"

The man snorted and laughed again, "Your maid is deaf, but I am not."

A nasal murmur,

He heard it clearly.

Chu Yizhao remembered that it was Qiaoyu who was on duty tonight, and she was indeed a little hard of hearing. Just as he was thinking about it, a teasing voice sounded,

"You're just crying, I won't laugh at you"

With a provocative tone and a teasing smile, Chu Yizhao frowned, and all the resentment in her heart disappeared. She said unhappily,

"Why didn't I freeze you...

She didn't know why, but she was always quite sensitive about the word Wei Xingli, and would take a detour when the words were on the tip of her tongue.

Hearing this, Wei Xingli's eyes sparkled, and the charming fox turned into a pure and harmless puppy.

"You feel sorry for me?"

"No," Chu Yizhao retorted.

"You have!"

"No…"

"Yes!"

"... "

childish,

Chu Yizhao turned his head and ignored him.

This kind of Wei Xingli always made her feel torn. Two months ago, he had a sword on her neck, but now he was more clingy than a love poison...

She didn't say anything, and Wei Xingli didn't say anything either. They just stood at the door and didn't take another step forward.

Since his rebirth, Chu Yizhao has been worried and had nightmares, feeling depressed, otherwise he would not have been forced to vomit blood by Shen Ni's words.

She sat with her face in her hands, sighing,

"Yesterday, King Liang rejected me because of the marriage between Bian and Nan."

"A promise worth a thousand gold has gone down the drain"

Wei Xingli said, "No."

"What do you mean?" Chu Yizhao turned to look at him.

The moonlight from the diamond-shaped flower slanted down on the man, revealing a little bit of brightness. Chu Yizhao saw his eyes, which were calm and serious.

"There will never be any marriage alliance in the Great Zhou Dynasty"