"Your Majesty, Wan'an." An Nuanzhi was extremely cautious.

"Uh-huh." Murong Wuhen was obviously displeased. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is Qiong Palace good-looking?"

"It's okay." An Nuanzhi blurted out. After saying this, he was shocked to realize that he had fallen into his trap. Didn't he just bring it on himself? Little girl, can you be more innocent? Yes.

An Nuanzhi lowered her head in despair. At this point, she could only resign herself to fate. Logically speaking, Murong Wuhen would not kill her. After all, she had not seen any substantial "secrets" in Qiong Palace, and there was no need to silence her.

Murong Wuhen glanced coldly at An Nuanzhi, and then he realized that An Nuanzhi's little face was covered with charcoal dust, his messy hair, and his ragged clothes. The only difference between An Nuanzhi and the little beggar outside the palace was that there was a missing corner in his hand.

bowl.

"The steward won't give you clothes to wear?" Murong Wuhen was dissatisfied.

An Nuanzhi wondered if she was just talking about Qiong Gong, why did she suddenly care about her clothes? This kid's thinking is really big.

"No, no, I'm afraid my clothes will get dirty when I light the fire, so just wear old ones. That's fine."

"uh-huh."

An Nuanzhi thought to herself that this guy was so thrifty and didn't say a single word more. The more he behaved like this, the less she could figure out his psychology. She stood there in fear, not even daring to get rid of a small mosquito that bit her face.

"Am I scary?"

Murong Wuhen jumped from dressing up to character issues. The span was so large that An Nuanzhi secretly wondered whether Murong Wuhen had participated in the elementary school math olympiad.

"It's okay." An Nuanzhi gave a safer answer.

"That's terrible."

An Nuanzhi thought to herself, "You said this yourself." When she turned around, she found that Murong Wuhen was looking at her with inquiring eyes. Under the moonlight, the long scars gave off a cold light.

An Nuanzhi shivered a little, Mamma Mia, to be honest, it was really scary.

"Do you want to marry my younger brother, Murong Wushang?"

An Nuanzhi was stunned. Before she could recover from the "terrible" problem, she talked about her marriage again. Could this guy's nerves run through the subway?

An Nuanzhi was at a loss for words and didn't know how to answer. If she answered "I think" she was deceiving Murong Wuhen, and if she answered "I don't want to" she was deceiving herself. After weighing it, An Nuanzhi continued - remaining silent in a compassionate manner.

The atmosphere was so... thick, yes, it was thick. An Nuanzhi felt as if the sight above her head was so heavy that she could hardly breathe.

After a while, Murong Wuhen let out a long sigh.

An Nuan's asshole tightened, and the guy even sighed in bitterness. It seemed like she didn't owe him any money.

At this time, Lou Ning came over and said, "Your Majesty, there is news from Anxin Palace that the Prince Regent and Princess Ying are coming to the palace for dinner. Does the Emperor want to take Concubine Ru or Rong Chang Zai?"

"No need, just take her." Murong Wuhen motioned to An Nuanzhi to follow him to the Anxin Palace.

An Nuan knitted the chrysanthemum tightly again. Murong Wuhen's taste was a bit strong. Everyone brought a princess, but he brought a fire palace maid. Well, her current clothes are rather beastly. It's unclear whether others can tell that she is a woman.

, Murong Wuhen’s courage is commendable.

Murong Wuhen glanced at her, and seeing her colorful expression, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, "Just stay with me from now on. The work of the kitchen is too tiring, and it's not good for your health."

Shrimp?

An Nuanzhi paid attention to the keywords in this sentence. Stop making trouble. At best, she only met Murong Wuhen three times, plus the election. Is this tone too close and excessive?

Murong Wuhen also realized that this sentence was inappropriate, coughed twice and turned around. His back was thin and handsome under the moonlight, and he also had an innate sense of superiority.

An Nuanzhi was a little dumbfounded. For a moment, she had a similar feeling to Deja vu. Her heart seemed to be about to stop. This familiar feeling made her heartbeat, sweet and at ease.

Yes, Murong Wuhen felt too much like Lan Yiluo to her, especially the way he spoke. At this moment, an explosive thought suddenly flashed through An Nuanzhi's mind, and she clenched her fists slightly.

She had never seen Murong Wuhen's face under his veil. In the past, her attention had been focused on the long scar. Maybe——

An Nuanzhi made up her mind that one day she would lift the veil of Murong Wuhen to see what he really looked like.

When they arrived at Anxin Palace, Murong Wushang also came. Fortunately, An Nuanzhi had changed into neat clothes. The night was dark and she was not recognized by this "face-grabbing" playboy.

As soon as he entered, he was greeted by an older palace lady, "Your Majesty, please come and have a look. The Queen Mother suddenly feels unwell."

"What disease?"

"Typhoid fever."

An Nuanzhi was a little surprised. Typhoid fever is nothing in modern times, but in ancient times it was a serious disease that everyone talked about, and was called a small cancer.

Typhoid fever, explained in modern language, is an acute gastrointestinal infectious disease caused by Salmonella typhi, with lymphoid tissue proliferation and necrosis in the lower ileum as the main lesions. Typical cases include persistent fever, relatively slow pulse, apathetic expression, splenomegaly, and roseola.

It is characterized by leukopenia and leukopenia, and the main complications are intestinal bleeding and intestinal perforation.
Chapter completed!