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

While Yao Jinting was traveling all night, Nanshan had a good sleep.

When I woke up the next day, it was raining lightly outside, and it was so beautiful.

The whole country of Nanyue is located in the south and has a warm climate. Drizzle is also the norm at this time of year.

Nanshan took a breath, and the dense air flowed from her nose into her heart and spleen. She only felt that the power in her body was stretched, her meridians were unblocked, and she was carrying a little bit of the spiritual power of the mountain god.

Asking Ah Chun to hold an umbrella for her, the two of them walked towards Wormwood Alley.

When the side door opened, he saw the corner of a paper umbrella exposed in the corner. Nanshan was speechless, gave Ah Chun a look, and walked towards the corner of the alley.

"Third sister got up very early."

Hearing this sound, Nan Shanqing closed his eyes and was discovered.

Lifting the umbrella higher, Nan Shanqing saw her eldest sister standing not far away from her. The little maid was helping her hold the umbrella. She was standing under the umbrella, looking at her with indifferent eyes. The outline of her eyes and eyebrows were smaller than It was more obvious before. She was so much more beautiful than she looked three years ago when she had no hair.

Nanshan glanced at her and saw that she was silent, so he raised his legs and walked forward.

Nan Shanqing pouted, just discover it if you find it, so he followed him.

"If Third Sister wants to know something, why not ask me directly." Nanshan stopped when he saw that she was still following behind.

When Leng Buding heard this, Nanshan Qingyi was smart, but he said unforgivingly: "Nanshan You, don't think that I don't know that you are hooking up with the shopkeeper of Qingshan Pavilion. Are you going to his mansion? Aren't you afraid? Shall I tell my mother?"

"No matter what you say, I am her daughter, the legitimate daughter of Nanshan Mansion. Will my mother believe your rumors?"

"You!" Nan Shanqing almost threw the umbrella to the ground, pointed at Nan Shanyou's face and said bitterly, "Don't think I don't know that you still want to seduce Prince Xiang, it's spread all over the street!"

Nanshan groaned: "Has it spread all over the place? Didn't it spread to you and the fourth sister? As for me, my reputation has been ruined by you. How can I be afraid that you will do the same thing again?"

"Oh," Nan Shanqing didn't expect her to be so tough, "You can't even think of charming the aloof Prince Xiang."

Wait for Fourth Sister to take care of you.

Let's see if you have another chance to use both hands.

"Of course I don't know how. I'm not like my third sister, who wants to have a marriage that I can't have. Everything is here." She clearly felt that she and the manager of Qingshan Pavilion were not clear about each other, but she never left Prince Xiang. Nanshan knew what he was thinking.

"Don't act like a scholar to me," Nan Shanqing said angrily, "I don't want to worry about anything, big sister, take care of yourself. Don't be confused with the shopkeeper and want to climb higher at the same time. Zhi'er, if they find out that you have both sides, you don't know how you will die."

In fact, Nan Shanqing and the fourth sister did not have the courage to directly make up Prince Xiang. Even if they went out to tell the story, no one would spread rumors about Prince Xiang heartlessly. They just let others spread some specious rumors without naming him. A surname, but one that makes people think about it.

But this time, seeing how calm Nanshan was, she even doubted whether she really had any intention of hooking up with Prince Xiang.

The more Nanshan Qing talked, the more she felt that her thoughts would become reality. Whether it was Qingshan Pavilion or Prince Xiang, which one could she, the daughter of a merchant, afford to offend? What about the legitimate daughter? The merchant's daughter? Not even as good as the eldest maid of a noble family.

If Prince Naxiang had no intention, the manager of Qingshan Pavilion would not marry a merchant's daughter. If Prince Naxiang was really blinded by Nanshanyou's beauty for a moment, how would he treat Nanshanyou who cuckolded him? Woolen cloth?

If Prince Naxiang had killed Nanshan You with just a few clicks of his fingers, it would have saved her and her fourth sister all the hard work.

Nanshan Qing thought, raised his chin again, and stared at Nanshan provocatively.

"Okay, if you can let them all know that I do have both sides, then I will be very impressed with you." Nanshan sneered, turned to Achun and said, "Let's go."

"By the way," Nanshan turned around, "If you hadn't found those unworthy warriors to kill me, I might have lost the chance to show my face in front of Prince Xiang. I still want to thank Third Sister."

After saying that, regardless of the blue and white on Nan Shanqing's face, he walked towards Wormwood Alley without looking back.

Yes, if the fourth sister didn't give her this idea, Prince Xiang might not have the chance to draw his sword to help.

Nanshan Qingzhen wanted to go up and pull her hair, but when she was depressed, she saw her eldest sister turned a corner and the hem of her skirt disappeared in a flash.

When she catches up, where is the trace of her eldest sister?

"Nanshan You!" Nanshan Qing wanted to catch up and knock on the door, but she didn't know which one. Looking at the stone lion at the door of a house not far away, she felt that the lion turned sideways and glared at her.

Nan Shanqing rubbed her eyes, feeling a chill in her heart. The chill quickly swept through her internal organs, and she couldn't help but shudder.

Fear slowly overflowed from her heart to the corners of her eyes and brows.

Nan Shanqing took a step back, turned around and ran home.

The stone lion at the door stared at Nan Shanqing as he turned the corner of the alley and returned to its original state.

At this time, Nanshan had already passed through the corridor and entered Xuan Qingyi's study.

"The wound is fine." She quickly changed the medicine on the wound and stood up to walk out: "Have a good rest. I'll leave first." She was thinking about the children in the nursery.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to have a good rest." Xuan Qing also looked at her back with a faint look. When he saw the woman approaching the door pause, his expression eased three points.

"Why? Hasn't the corruption case come to an end?" Nanshan turned around and frowned slightly.

"It's not a corruption case."

"No?" Nanshanfu returned to Xuan Qingyi and took his pulse carefully. She had always been very accurate in diagnosing diseases. Is it because Xuan Qingyi had a special constitution or that her skills had deteriorated in this life?

Xuan Qing also pursed his lips, with an undetectable purple color floating in his eyes: "No."

He raised his hand and gently pressed the blue eyes of Nanshan: "It's you who always make me guess."

But she didn't need to ask him for help for the time being. Seeing the slightly aggrieved expression on Xuan Qingyi's face, Nanshan swallowed her words abruptly. Before she could think of what to say, she saw the small scars on his hands.

"This scar?" Nanshan was confused.

Xuan Qingyi's eyes darkened: "Are the herbs in your inner room growing well?"

It was discovered after all. No wonder I felt that the herbs were a little different when I woke up this morning. Now that I think about it, they have grown some leaves and have grown in size.

"Did you cut your hand?" He felt pain in his heart. Nanshan looked at the scar on his hand carefully. The wound was not big and not that deep, but: "Didn't I tell you to be careful? Your wound heals too slowly."

It would take him ten or eight days to heal this little one.

Opening the wound medicine he had just used, Nanshan gently wiped it on his hand: "It's not that I won't tell you, but now that my recovery ability is stronger, you need the herbs that I feed myself.

I know you will never accept using my blood, but now I can still use a few drops of blood to grow an herb. Don't worry, I know what's going on. "