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

Qingyun was lying on the rocking chair with a thin blanket covering her body. A brazier was a meter away from her.

She was sick, couldn't see the wind, couldn't bear the cold.

She had been dreaming almost every day these days, and what she dreamed about was every moment when her heart fell in love with Yan Siyuan. This made her very tired when she went to bed every day, unable to have a good rest, and naturally she fell ill.

It happened to be her menstrual period, so she became even more ill.

Chunhua came into the house and changed the water for Qingyun's tea cup. Seeing the window that was still open, he stepped forward to close it.

When Qingyun heard the noise, she opened her eyes and said, "Don't close it." Her voice was so hoarse that she almost lost her voice.

"Miss, if you're already like this, don't blow the wind. What if the illness gets worse?"

Helpless, Qingyun had no choice but to comply with her wishes. With the windows closed, the room became dull.

She knew she couldn't see the wind, she just felt her chest was tight and wanted to breathe.

Dongxue brought medicine and preserves, "Miss, it's time to drink medicine." A bitter smell of Chinese medicine spreads in the air.

Qingyun dislikes this taste the most, but she can't do it without taking medicine now. Sighing, he picked up the medicine bowl and drank it in one gulp. He quickly stuffed a candied fruit into his mouth to stop the bitter taste in his mouth.

Because she was weak due to the cold, she could not live well during her menstrual period. My stomach, which didn't hurt at all at first, now started to throb.

Chunhua noticed her movements carefully, brought her a hand stove, put it on her stomach and covered it.

In March, the weather is getting warmer. Although it rained, the temperature was not very low. But in her room, there were both a charcoal pot and a hand stove, and it was so hot that she had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

Qingyun was sleeping when Qingxiao came in. His brows were furrowed and trembling slightly, as if he was not sleeping peacefully.

Qing Xiao wiped the sweat from her forehead with a brocade handkerchief. Looking at the pale and sick Qingyun, he felt distressed.

A few days ago, he was still alive and kicking, with bright eyes and joy. But now he can only lie helplessly on the bed.

His small mouth loves to talk nonsense and make others laugh non-stop. But now it was pale without a trace of blood.

Qing Xiao's expression gradually darkened, he told Chun Hua to keep an eye on Qing Yun, and left.

In the evening, Mo Linghuai and Qing Rongxu also came. At this time, Qingyun was completely speechless.

Her throat was so inflamed that it hurt even for her to swallow. I couldn't even eat a bite of the food that was delivered, so I only drank some rice porridge.

Mo Linghuai held Qingyun's thin face. In just a few days, Qingyun lost a lot of weight visibly to the naked eye.

Mo Linghuai's eyes were filled with distressed tears, and her inner anger had nowhere to vent. The more she saw Qing Yun, the more she felt worthless for her. She even wanted to hit herself for saying nice things to Yan Siyuan.

Qing Rongxu was also extremely distressed and didn't know what to say. He reached out and touched the top of her hair, sighing helplessly.

Only Qingyun was still smiling, reaching out to wipe away the tears from the corners of Mo Linghuai's eyes, smiling and shaking her head at her. He took her hand and squeezed it to express comfort.

After the two left, Qingyun lowered the corners of her mouth.

Raising her hand, she ordered Qiuyue to light the incense. Recently, she has been relying on Anshen incense to fall asleep. But it was only a light sleep.

The next day Lu Xingci and Mo Jingchun came. Lu Xingci also brought the imperial physician.

Wang Shengjie looked at Qingyun's pulse with a heroic expression as if he was about to die. My hand shook a bit when I put it on it.

Qingyun laughed. After seeing her so many times, the imperial doctor was still so afraid of her.

Seeing Qingyun smiling, Qingxiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Shengjie took his pulse and looked at Qing Xiao and Lu Xingci, who followed him out of the room. Mo Jingchun accompanied Qingyun.

"How is your cousin feeling today?".

Qingyun smiled and nodded. "Miss, I mean it feels okay," Qiuyue translated for her.

"Don't be afraid, cousin, I went to inquire. Murong Yao appeared more than a month after we left.

And she didn't even get married to His Highness Ninth Prince, everything was just directed and acted by her."

Qingyun let go of Mo Jingchun's hand and shook her head expressionlessly.

Qiuyue: "Miss Cousin, my lady doesn't want to know anything about His Highness Ninth Prince right now."

Mo Jingchun was a little flustered, "I'm sorry, cousin, it's my cousin who talks too much."

Qingyun shook her head again. "My lady didn't blame my cousin."

"That's good, you have a good rest. You must take good care of yourself and don't let it get serious again."

He took a piece of cloth from Liu Tiao's hand and said, "This is the newly imported material from Mojia Cloth Store. There are only two pieces in this capital. I'll give this to you."

Qingyun wanted to refuse, but she liked the color very much. And it felt very comfortable to the touch. He raised his hand to signal Dongxue to put the things away.

Qiuyue: "My lady said she likes it very much. Thank you, Miss Biao."

"As long as you like it. Get better soon. My cousin will take you to fly the kite."

Mo Jingchun's eyes were slightly red. Qingyun hugged her comfortingly.

In the yard, Wang Shengjie was surrounded by two people.

Qing Xiao's expression was serious, "How is Xue'er?".

"Don't be anxious, Shaoqing. Your Highness the Princess's body may be easy to cure, but it's troublesome even if it's difficult to cure."

"Hey, don't beat around the bush, just say what you have to say," Lu Xingci said impatiently.

"On the surface, Your Highness the Princess is acting like this because she has caught a cold. But the main reason is that she is too worried.

As long as Her Majesty's mentality improves, this disease will soon pass. But if you continue to think like this, your health will deteriorate."

Qing Xiao clenched his fists and turned around to walk out. He was pulled back by Lu Xingci.

"Where are you going?".

Qing Xiao shook him off and said, "You have nothing to do with it."

Lu Xingci gave Wang Shengjie a look, and he left with a wink.

Lu Xingci frowned and looked at Qing Xiao, "Did you burn the study in the Ninth Prince's Mansion?"

Qing Xiao snorted disdainfully, "Just burn down his study, what? Where else does he want to sue His Majesty?"

"Of course he didn't go. Not only did he not go, he also claimed that it was an accidental escape."

"So what? What does this mean?" Qing Xiao spread his hands, as if he was at his disposal.

Lu Xingci took a deep breath, "This doesn't mean anything, but that day, there was a flood. There were so many books in the study, and even many relics. He didn't care. Instead, he rushed into the sea of ​​​​fire and rescued a painting."

"Well, he loved that painting".

Lu Xingci glared at him angrily, "I went to ask Li Guanqi. Although he didn't reveal much, he still said that the painting was related to Qingyun."

Qing Xiao sarcastically said, "The main character was so angry with him that he almost died, but he went to save a painting. What do you want to express? His infatuation?".

Lu Xingci stopped talking. What he actually wanted to say was that maybe they had misunderstood Yan Siyuan. Maybe that woman has nothing to do with him. But now he couldn't say it, so he could only sigh helplessly.

But he still held Qing Xiao and didn’t let go. Qing Xiao glared at him angrily and threatened: "Let go, or I will teach you a lesson as well."