The demon concubine of rebirth, you have been tricked by gl

If a woman is jealous, how easy it is to coax.

If it was Yan Wanting, as long as Xia Qiulian showed her kindness, smiled slightly and touched her face, she would change from an angry little wolf dog into a docile little rabbit.

But Xia Qiulian is not Yan Banting, she is not even purely jealous as Yan Banting thinks.

Instead, he fell into doubts about Yan Wanting's feelings for her.

What Yan Wanting loves is only her appearance, if her appearance is ruined, or one day she is no longer young and beautiful,

Will Yan Wanting still love her?

Xia Qiulian thought for a long time, if Yan Wanting, who once loved her like his life, was really just for her looks, how would she give up her life for her, how would she compromise with her every step of the way, what she thinks now is just her narrow mindedness .

Thinking of this, Xia Qiulian felt relieved.

For the things that worry and worry, Xia Qiulian will meditate and clear up his doubts, and when he is entangled for a while, he will be clear when he understands it.

But Yan Wanting stepped into the door triumphantly, with a complacent expression on his face, as if wishing to raise his tail to the sky.

As soon as he saw Xia Qiulian, he jokingly stuck to him.

"Qiu Lian, you are jealous."

"What do you mean by that?"

Xia Qiulian frowned slightly, making herself unhappy, but she looked very happy.

The smug Yan Wanting squinted at the table, staring at Xia Qiulian's face, and said with a leisurely smile.

"If I hug someone else's girl tomorrow, Qiu Lian will be jealous."

Xia Qiulian smiled slightly, glanced lightly at Yan Banting, and said calmly.

"Your Highness has a noble status, so you can hug any girl you want. Presumably if the girl has no objection, Your Highness can hug any girl."

Xia Qiulian's face was meaningless, while Yan Wanting smiled, pursing his lips and complaining.

"It's boring for Qiu Lian to say that."

Xia Qiulian sat down, looked Yan Wanting up and down, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said seriously.

"Mr. Cao is coming, is His Highness going to receive him like this?"

Originally thought that Xia Qiulian had an iceberg face that would remain unchanged for thousands of years, but never thought that Xia Qiulian could change his face faster than her.

Yan Wanting sighed, glanced up and down lazily, when changing clothes, Qiu'er helped her tidy them up and down, without even a wrinkle.

But lazily laying down on the table, and tugging at the collar from time to time, the clothes on her body looked messy again.

Xia Qiulian stood up and said to Yan Banting.

"You get up."

Yan Wanting stood with her hands open, and Xia Qiulian stood in front of her, stretching out her hands to straighten her clothes.

Yan Wanting looked at Xia Qiulian's lowered and cold eyebrows, and suddenly stretched out his hand to embrace Xia Qiulian into his arms. Under Xia Qiulian's surprise, he softly exclaimed, and obediently put his head on Xia Qiulian's shoulder and rubbed it gently.

The frivolous and lazy expression finally became more serious, she leaned into Xia Qiulian's ear and said in a warm voice.

"I know that there are so many beautiful women in the world, and I also know that there are always women who are more beautiful than you. But I just think you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I have thought so since the first time I met you. No matter how other men and women She looks like a fairy, but in my eyes, she looks like a mortal."

Yan Wanting's voice was soft and serious, falling lightly and softly on Xia Qiulian's heart like a feather.

In the end, I still can't bear Xia Qiulian's wild thinking, no matter how sad she is because of jealousy, Yan Wanting still doesn't want to give up.

Yan Wanting spoke lingering love words, his voice was like a wizard who bewitched the world.

"Only you are my weakness in this world, even a light cough makes me hurt like hell."

Xia Qiulian nestled in her arms, although she didn't say a word, but the hand hanging by her side climbed onto Yan Wanting's shoulder at some point, her slender and white fingertips gathered little by little, and held Yan Wanting's hand tightly. The clothes on the shoulders of the pavilion.

Xia Qiulian listened quietly, her eyes fell far out of the window, but her ears listened greedily.

After all, women still like to listen to sweet talk, even a woman like Xia Qiulian who looks indifferent and cold is no exception.

In fact, she has heard too many love stories from Yan Wanting.

In the previous life, Yan Wanting always liked to go to other places to memorize some sour love poems. When she learned it, she read it to her. Listen, sometimes I don't forget to mention that the mistakes and omissions in the poems always make Yan Wanting go away in a huff.

But next time I learn new poems, I will come here happily and read them to Xia Qiulian again.

Xia Qiulian closed her eyes and leaned against Yan Wanting's arms, suddenly asked softly.

"Why don't you read poetry?"

Yan Wanting was stunned, but soon understood what Xia Qiulian said, she smiled slightly and pretended to sigh.

"Some people don't like it, what are you talking about?"

"Read one more song to me."

Xia Qiulian's face paled slightly, his thin body trembled, and he moved closer to Yan Banting's warm body.

Yan Wanting keenly noticed that Xia Qiulian's body suddenly became much colder, her expression changed, she hugged Xia Qiulian, stretched out her hand to gently caress her jade back, and called out a little anxiously.

"Qiu Lian."

"It's a bit cold."

Xia Qiulian frowned, her face became paler, her thin body trembling slightly in Yan Wanting's arms.

"You have a cold attack?"

Yan Wanting squatted down slightly, and hugged Xia Qiulian horizontally. The thin and thin person seemed to have no weight, and was easily picked up by Yan Wanting.

Putting Xia Qiulian on the bed, wrapped tightly in a brocade quilt, Yan Wanting hurried out and called Lv Ruan and Qing Yuan.

After coming to Qingzhou, this was the first time Xia Qiulian had a cold attack. She curled up on the bed as cold as an ice cube, her face was pale without a trace of blood, and she couldn't warm herself no matter what.

At such an urgent time, Fu'an and Leci were not around, so Yan Wanting had no choice but to call the accompanying imperial physician.

Cao Yiyan, who had originally come by appointment, also didn't see him, so he was sent away by asking him to come back tomorrow.

The imperial physician was an elderly man, stroking his beard and wrinkling his face, shaking his head constantly.

"The empress's body is too weak, and the cold disease is coming again fiercely. I can't use strong medicines. I can only prescribe a few mild medicines to nourish and take care of me slowly."

Speech is no different from speech.

Yan Wanting waved him to go down, but he didn't drink the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician, and used the prescription left by Liao Ci.

Drinking this medicine every day, Xia Qiulian's body has recovered a little bit, but it's just a warming and tonic medicine that can't be cured at all.

Xia Qiulian was lying on the bed with a forbearing face and a cold body. She bit her lips tightly, leaving a bloodstain on her pale lips, and the medicine soup couldn't be fed in at all.

After sending people away, Yan Wanting took off his clothes and lay down on the bed, holding Xia Qiulian tightly in his arms, and the medicinal soup could only be passed by mouth.

Yan Banting almost spat out the thick and dark medicinal soup in one sip.

But Xia Qiulian had to drink a big bowl of this kind of medicine every day.

With the warm and hard medicinal juice in his mouth, Yan Wanting kissed Xia Qiulian's lips, carefully licking Xia Qiulian's lips lightly, finally let Xia Qiulian loosen his biting lips, Yan Wanting has already Tired and sweating profusely.

It took half an hour to feed a bowl of medicine intermittently before feeding it all down.

Yan Wanting hugged Xia Qiulian tightly in his arms, trying to warm her body with his own body temperature.

Xia Qiulian lay quietly in her arms, and when she turned her side slightly, the clothes on her shoulders were pulled apart a little.

On the white and delicate skin, the hideous wound was like a tongue of fire, burning Yan Wanting's eyes, and she reached out tremblingly to pull Xia Qiulian's clothes to cover the wound.

On the dazed and helpless face, a bit of pain finally showed, Yan Wanting hugged Xia Qiulian, tears slowly fell from his eyes.

The taste of remorse is like forcing her to gouge out her own heart with a knife every moment.

She really wanted to bear all these pains for Xia Qiulian.

Why, why was he so cruel in the first place, knowing that Xia Qiulian was not in good health, why did he let Feng You shoot the arrow that almost killed Xia Qiulian.

Yan Wanting choked up, hugging Xia Qiulian like a child, sobbing in pain, she kept murmuring, apologizing over and over again in a voice she couldn't hear.

"Qiu Lian, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Xia Qiulian slowly opened her eyes in Yan Wanting's arms. She was tired and in pain, but she still stretched out her hand tremblingly, and gently wiped away the tears on Yan Wanting's face.

"Don't cry."

Her voice was so weak and feeble, but it seemed to have opened the floodgates of Yan Banting's remorse and self-blame.

"Qiu Lian, I regret it, I know I was wrong, please, don't leave me."