Calling the little eunuch who was waiting in the palace, she moved the stove to the study room, Qing Yuan went to bring the small stove for warming tea and boiling water, and heated water for Xia Qiulian to make tea to warm her body.

Lu Ruan lit a small piece of ambergris on the censer at the side, and after lighting it, she turned around to grind ink for Xia Qiu.

Although charcoal was burning in the study room, hot tea was on the table, and the fox fur was thick enough, Xia Qiulian still felt cold. The coldness did not seem like the wind blowing from outside, but rather Like the coolness coming from the bones, from the inside to the outside.

Xia Qiulian felt as if she had been thrown into an ice cave suddenly, her body trembled slightly, every inch of her skin seemed to be covered with extremely cold ice, the pain that penetrated into the bones was more difficult than the trauma.

Pale fingertips tightly grasped the scroll in her hand, Xia Qiulian frowned slightly with a pale face, the chill emanating from her body seemed to be paralyzing her reason as well.

His hands trembled slightly, this feeling was both strange and familiar to Xia Qiulian.

Qingyuan first noticed Xia Qiulian's abnormality, she stopped what she was doing, looked at Xia Qiulian anxiously and worriedly, and stretched out her hand to cover Xia Qiulian's.

"Miss, miss, are you okay?"

The temperature of Xia Qiulian's skin is like a snowball in a group of Qing Yuan, the ice makes Qing Yuan shiver, she hastily turned her head to look at Qing Yuan, and shouted hastily.

"Qingyuan, Miss is sick, hurry up and get the medicine."

When she was in Jiang Country, Xia Qiulian often fell ill in cold weather, but at that time, she only needed to take a Jiuyang Pill specially prepared for her by the imperial doctor, and she would feel much better.

When she came to the country of Yan, Mrs. Xiangguo specially gave Lu Ruan several boxes of prepared Jiuyang Pills and kept them. She also gave Lu Ruan the prescription of Jiuyang Pills, and asked her to give the prescription to Lu Ruan if she finished taking the medicine. The imperial doctor of Yan State asked them to make medicine according to the prescription.

The medicine was brought soon, Xia Qiulian reached out to take one, and swallowed it obediently. Seeing that Qingyuan and Lvruan breathed a sigh of relief, she raised her lips and smiled, waved her hand lightly, and picked up the scroll again looked up.

In fact, Jiuyang Pill is useless to her at this time.

After eating it before, I felt a warmth rising from the dantian, and I felt warmer myself.

But in the past two times, every time Xia Qiulian took the Jiuyang Pill when he was sick, he couldn't feel any effect, and his body was still cold, as if his whole body was sealed in ice.

Xia Qiulian knew in her heart that this had something to do with the injury on her shoulder.

Fu'an had previously told her cryptically that her cold could be cured when she died, but after her shoulder was injured, her body became weaker and weaker.Yan Chan, which was supposed to be extremely effective, did not dare to use it on her anymore, so her cold disease not only worsened, but also became more difficult to treat.

However, she did not tell Qingyuan and Luruan about these things, letting them know would only increase their worries.

Qingyuan dragged the stove to Xia Qiulian's side, frowning and looking at Xia Qiulian worriedly.

"Miss, you are better."

Xia Qiulian put down the scroll, her face was still pale and weak, she picked up the teacup beside her, and replied softly.

"much better."

After the tea leaves in the teacup were stretched out, they were about the size of a bamboo leaf, but their color was pale white like a crescent moon, floating lazily in the warm water, as if they were about to melt in the next second.

This tea was only rewarded to her by Emperor Yan two days ago, it is Jiang Xunyan's tribute to Emperor Yan's birthday this time, the white dew tea produced exclusively in Jiang Country.

It is taken from a hundred-year-old tea tree on the top of Lingshan Mountain. When spring begins, the young leaves that are still covered with dew are picked off in the early morning, stir-fried immediately, sealed up, packed in airtight bamboo tubes, and sent to the palace of Jiangguo on the same day.

Jiang Guo only had three Bailu tea trees, all of which grew on Lingshan Mountain and were raised by the royal family.

In addition to the emperor and the prince, there are also those concubines in the palace, and only some favored ministers are lucky enough to be rewarded with some taste.

Ordinary people have probably only heard of this kind of tea, but have never seen it, let alone drank it.

Although the fragrance of the tea is light, the entrance is full of sweetness, as if it really is like the morning dew that has just dripped from the nectar.

Xia Qiulian looked at the tea in the cup and suddenly thought of Jiang Xunyan.

When his father brought back a small pot of Bailu tea from the palace, he gave half of it to Xia Qiulian, who loves tea. Xia Qiulian loved the faint fragrance and sweetness of Bailu tea very much.

Afterwards, she mentioned it to Jiang Xunyan once. It was just a casual compliment, but she didn't want Jiang Xunyan to listen to it in her heart.

Not only did he bring all the tea leaves in his mansion to Xia Qiulian, but every year after spring, he went to the palace to ask the emperor for two cans of freshly picked Bailu tea, and gave them to Xia Qiulian.

Jiang Xunyan is not a talkative person, at least when he was with Xia Qiulian, he didn't talk much.

Every time he went back to Xiangguo Mansion to see Xia Qiulian, he would bring some small things with him.

It may be a bird made of clay bought on the side of the road, it may be a picture full of spring drawn by a blind old man, or it may be an ancient book that is hard to find, or a delicate and elegant hairpin.

But without exception, Xia Qiulian liked every gift he gave.

He always walked behind Xia Qiulian silently, not near or far away, and when talking to her, his deep eyes always looked at Xia Qiulian's eyes seriously.

This is what makes Jiang Xunyan so special.

He always seemed to know what Xia Qiulian was thinking, and he also knew what Xia Qiulian liked and hated.

But Yan Wanting's love for her is too hot and violent, sometimes too childish, like a spoiled child's crazy obsession with his beloved doll.

She always said that she was willing to give Xia Qiulian everything she had, always pestering her and getting close to her.

Most of the time, Yan Wanting's hot eyes full of love and that strong love will only make Xia Qiulian feel heavy and guilty.

Seeing Xia Qiulian holding the teacup for a long time without drinking, Qingyuan asked in a daze.

"Miss, the tea is almost cold, I'll pour you another cup."

Xia Qiulian came back to her senses, gathered the fox fur on her body, and nodded.

"Ah."

Qingyuan added two more pieces to the small stove burning coals, and raised the small iron pot to pour water, when there was a knock on the door behind her.

Qingyuan turned her head to look outside the door and asked loudly.

"Who?"

The person outside the door didn't answer, just knocked on the door again.

Qingyuan frowned, put down her teacup, and complained.

"Who is knocking on the door? Ask why and don't say anything."

Lu Ruan was at the side, urging Qing Yuan to go to the door.

"Maybe I didn't hear it, you opened the door to see who it is."

Qing Yuan pulled a face and opened the door, only revealing a small gap half the width of the head, and glanced out.

He met Yan Wanting, who was dressed in thin clothes, covered with thick snow, and was pursing his lips with a serious face.

Qing Yuan was stunned, then dragged out her voice.

"I have seen Her Royal Highness."

Xia Qiulian stood up when she heard the words, she was a little surprised that Yan Banting would come to her palace now.

Yan Wanting walked into the door with his hands behind his back, skipping behind Qing Yuan who was sticking out his tongue at her back and making a face, and walked straight to the stove.

The fox fur was covered with a thick layer of snow, so she took it off and put it aside, smiling while wearing thin clothes.

"It's really cold today. You come from Jiang Country, you must have never experienced such severe cold."

Lu Ruan winked at Qing Yuan to signal her to pour two cups of hot tea, but Qing Yuan didn't know if it was on purpose, so she tilted her head and pretended she didn't hear anything.

Lu Ruan had no choice but to pour tea for Yan Wanting by herself, and replied.

"What Your Highness said is that the empress and servants grew up in Jiang Country since childhood. Jiang Country never snows in winter, and the weather is naturally not as cold as Yan Country."

Yan Wanting walked around the stove, and at a place farther away from Xia Qiulian, patted the snow off his body.

Xia Qiulian looked at the snow falling on her fox fur, and at the snowflakes covering her head, and knew that she must have stood in the snow for a long time.

Seeing that she was wearing thin clothes, Xia Qiulian couldn't help frowning again.

"Your Highness the Princess knows that it's cold outside in the snow, why don't you wear two more clothes."

Yan Banting shook his head to shake off the snowflakes on his head, and without looking at Xia Qiulian, he took out a small and exquisite hand stove from his sleeve, lowered his head and placed it casually in front of Xia Qiulian's eyes.

"I just came here in a hurry and wanted to give you a small item. I'll go back in a while, and I don't want to be delayed by something on the way."

There were not many snowflakes on his body, it was all on the fox fur, but the snow on his head entered the room and leaned against the stove, and it melted on the top of his head after a while, wet Yan Banting's hair with black hair.

Xia Qiulian waved to Qingyuan.

"Qingyuan go get a clean handkerchief."

Having said that, she thought of something again, picked up a neatly stacked plain white handkerchief from the side of the desk, and handed it to Yan Wanting's hand.

"Use this to wipe it clean. It's so cold, it's not good if you catch a cold."

Yan Wanting lowered his head and took the handkerchief in Xia Qiulian's hand, but when he wiped his hands, he accidentally rubbed Xia Qiulian's fingertips.

The chill on her skin was actually colder than that of a person who had stood outside for a long time.

Yan Wanting wiped his head carelessly, then stuffed the still warm hand stove straight into Xia Qiulian's hand, frowning.

"Go ahead and use it. If it's cold, add a few pieces of small charcoal to it."

The exquisite hand stove is engraved with beautiful patterns, which feels warm to the touch.Xia Qiulian hugged it, touched it, and nodded slightly.

"Thank you, Her Royal Highness."

Yan Wanting looked up at her, then quickly looked away, and said stiffly.

"polite."

Xia Qiulian lowered her head and said nothing, as if she was looking at the hand stove that Yan Banting had just given her.

And Yan Wanting leaned against the stove, occasionally looking up at Xia Qiulian.

She should remember.

She gave this gadget to her once.

The two bowed their heads in silence, not knowing what they were thinking.

Lu Ruan came with two cups of hot tea.

"Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness, drink a cup of hot tea to warm up your body."

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