Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

The next day...

Qingyun was sick. The spring was cold and the cold wind blew most of the night. It would be strange not to be sick.

The illness came like a mountain, and Qingyun felt dizzy and light-headed.

The doctor came and went, and the medicine bowl was empty and full. Qingyun's room was filled with the bitter taste of medicine. Compared with the bitterness in the room, Qingyun felt more bitter in her heart.

Why am I sick again? The physical fitness of the ancients was really bad, and I drank so many medicines for a small cold. There was only a bitter taste in my mouth. Qingyun was really on the verge of crying.

Under the willow tree in Liangchen Garden, Qing Xiao sat calmly at the stone table.

Kneeling in front are Qiuyue, Xiachan and Dongxue, while Chunhua is taking care of Qingyun and drinking medicine.

Qing Xiao raised his eyes and glanced at them, and chuckled, "You don't have to be so afraid of me, just tell the truth."

People never get sick for no apparent reason. The doctor also said that in addition to catching cold, Qingyun also suffered from excessive fatigue. Is it excessive? What can a child think about?

He didn't want to be like this, and things at the horse racing meeting were not difficult to find out, but he always felt that it wouldn't be so simple.

These maids were apparently found by Qing Rongxu and Mo Linghuai, but in fact they were Qingxiao's people. Even Dongxue had found someone to teach her, but she was just afraid that Qingyun wouldn't want her, so she borrowed Qingrong Xu's maids. And Mo Linghuai's hand.

Now the three of them were kneeling with their heads down. Although Qingxiao was smiling, they felt more uncomfortable than crying.

After spending so many years in the Prime Minister's Palace, they also understand Qing Xiao's attitude. The brighter the smile, the crueler it becomes.

The winter snow had not left on the day of the race, so she couldn't say anything. Although she liked Qing Xiao's face on weekdays, she couldn't resist her fear of Qing Xiao now, so she covered her mouth and cried.

Qing Xiao was a little irritated when he heard the crying, and looked at Xia Chan and Qiu Yue, hoping that these two people could give him an answer.

Against Qing Xiao's pressure, Qiu Yue said weakly: "The young lady seems to have some differences with the Ninth Prince."

Qing Xiao raised his eyebrows, "Oh? What's the difference?".

Feeling a little less intimidating, Qiuyue knew that she had grasped the key point, and continued: "The young lady doesn't seem to like the Ninth Prince very much, and always wants to stay away from him." After speaking, she swallowed, fearing that what she said was wrong.

Qing Xiao listened to Qiu Yue's words, but did not respond to her. He lowered his head and thought.

"What about you?" Qing Xiao asked Xia Chan in a cold voice without looking up.

Unlike Qiuyue and Dongxue, Xia Chan was also scared, but she knelt straight and said with a dull expression: "There seemed to be someone last night, but I didn't see it clearly, and there was no movement for a moment."

Qing Xiao was surprised, this was something he didn't expect. He lowered his eyelashes and cast his gaze on Qingyun's room. A sharp flash flashed through his dark eyes, and he chuckled softly.

In the Ninth Prince's Mansion, Yan Siyuan stayed with Qingyun for most of the night last night. He was also a little tired today, pinching the corners of his eyebrows with his knuckled fingers.

Xizhu appeared silently, and Yan Siyuan said calmly: "Have you found it?".

Xizhu said respectfully: "Yes, Miss Qing's family is sick."

Today, neither Qing Xiao nor Qing Rongxu went to court, so Yan Siyuan ordered him to investigate. Yan Siyuan paused and said with a hint of panic in his tone: "Sick? Is the illness serious?"

Xizhu hesitated. There were more secret guards in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and he couldn't get in. However, the doctor who saw him coming in and out felt that Qingyun must be seriously ill, so he said, "It must be serious."

Yan Siyuan waved his hand to show that he understood, and Xizhu saluted and disappeared.

Yan Siyuan raised his eyes to look at the horizon, his deep eyes without any warmth, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

This was what Song Heqing saw when he came in. He always felt that his Highness was different after he woke up, but he couldn't tell what was different.

Song Heqing stepped forward and saluted, "Your Highness, Mr. Lu is here."

Yan Siyuan said coldly: "Yeah."

As if thinking of something, he added: "Go to the warehouse to get some medicinal materials and send them to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Song Heqing said: "Yes".

He thought to himself that His Highness no longer allowed him to find someone named Ji Nanqiu, but Qingyun's position in His Highness's heart should not be low.

At night, Qingyun felt something cold touching her forehead, which made her feel a little nostalgic and didn't want to let it go.

When the cold touch disappeared, Qingyun frowned and opened her eyes, and then saw an enlarged version of Yan Siyuan's handsome face. She blinked, a little dazed.

When Yan Siyuan saw that Qingyun was awake, he turned his back to her with a guilty conscience, the tips of his ears were slightly red.

Qingyun looked at his back in confusion, and said weakly, "Why is His Highness the Ninth Prince here?"

Yan Siyuan clenched his fist and covered his lips, and said softly: "I heard that you are sick. Come and take a look."

Qingyun's head is full of doubts, who are you? Do I know you? What's the relationship between us? What does it have to do with you if I'm sick? , Qingyun’s eyes became wary.

Yan Siyuan adjusted his mentality and turned to look at Qingyun and said, "Why is my forehead still so hot? Are the medicinal materials I sent useless?".

Qingyun didn't know when he sent the medicinal materials, and she didn't know if she had used them, but she knew that he shouldn't be here now.

The tone was a bit dangerous, "I don't need to worry about His Highness the Ninth. Aren't you afraid of ruining my reputation with what Your Highness is doing now?"

Yan Siyuan didn't know whether to accept Qing Yun's words or not, so he took out a white jade porcelain bottle, placed it next to Qing Yun's pillow, and said softly: "This is the palace's secret medicine. It is very effective in treating wind and cold. You can rest well." After that, he did not wait for Qing Yun's response. , and left in a flash.

Qingyun looked at Yan Siyuan who jumped out of the window and left, and felt deeply that the novel was true. For some people, the window is the door.

It took Qingyun three days to recover from her illness. This was because Yan Siyuan took good medicine, otherwise it would have taken six or seven days.

Qingyun recovered from her illness and was wandering in the yard. She saw Mo Linghuai walking over with someone from far away. It could be seen that Mo Linghuai was in a good mood.

When outsiders were present, Qingyun knelt down and saluted, "Mother is well."

"Okay, okay, Xue'er, this is your aunt's daughter, your cousin, named Jingchun. She will be hair-haired this year and come to be your companion."

Mo Linghuai held Qingyun's hand and Mo Jingchun's hand with a smile on his face.

Qingyun understood that Mo Linghuai was from the south and her natal family was far away. She was naturally happy to finally have her natal family come.

Of course, Qingyun would not displease Mo Linghuai, and enthusiastically took Mo Jingchun's hand and said, "Don't worry, mother."

Since she is getting haircut this year, she is here to choose a good husband. It seems that she can't postpone those usual banquets. Qingyun sighed in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face.

After Mo Linghuai left, Qingyun's smile did not disappear.

Mo Jingchun was a little at a loss. She knew exactly why her family asked her to come here, but she didn't want to think about it. Scholars, farmers, industry and commerce came last.

People always look down on businessmen while enjoying the convenience brought by money. Not everyone can marry a noble like Mo Linghuai. Even if they marry, they will still be concubines and will not be tolerated by their mistress.

She could think of Qingyun's initial enthusiasm for her, but she thought it was for Mo Linghuai to see. She did not expect that Qingyun's face did not change after Mo Linghuai left, which made her a little at a loss.

Qingyun saw Mo Jingchun's discomfort and smiled silently, "My cousin doesn't have to be so reserved, but you don't like your cousin?".

Qingyun liked this cousin very much, but she was a little aggrieved on the surface. Mo Jingchun was frightened by Qingyun's words, and quickly waved his hands and said: "No, no, it's just my first time away from home, so I'm inevitably a little uncomfortable. It's not that I don't like my cousin."

Mo Jingchun's voice became softer and quieter, until finally she couldn't hear clearly what she said. Qingyun understood clearly that she was a timid person, and it seemed that she had to take more care of her.