Yan Mingzhu arched her eyebrows with a smile in her eyes, "Your Highness has taken the trouble. I like this gift very much. I will keep it well and not waste Your Highness's efforts."
When he heard Yan Mingzhu say that he liked her and save her life, at that moment, Qi Jue lost all his anger and disappeared inexplicably and quickly.
"Aren't you angry anymore?"
Yan Mingzhu nodded, "To be honest with you, Your Highness, I was really angry before, but now, I'm really not angry anymore."
As she spoke, Yan Mingzhu touched the jade carving's face with her hand, "After all, His Highness carved me so beautifully, if I get angry again, I won't be as beautiful as the jade carving."
"You look better."
Yan Mingzhu blinked slowly, as if he didn't understand what he said.
Qi Jue added: "You are more beautiful than a jade sculpture."
Yan Mingzhu laughed out loud, "If others hadn't already concluded that Your Highness Bei Wang is not a womanizer and is a cold-blooded and ruthless King of Hell, I would have thought you were an expert in love just by saying such sweet words to His Highness to make the girl happy."
"I have never coaxed a girl."
The man looked at her with a pair of cold and deep eyes, and lightly opened his thin lips: "Except you."
No girl dared to lose her temper in front of him, and no one dared to get angry and ignore him. He had to work hard to coax her, and it was not easy to coax her well.
However, he was finally coaxed, and it was not in vain that he stayed up all night and broke three pieces of precious Hetian jade to carve such a qualified jade sculpture.
Yan Mingzhu did not speak, but suddenly held Qi Jue's hand.
The temperature of her hands was a bit cold, but Qi Jue's palms were exceptionally warm.
At the moment of contact, there seemed to be a bolt of electricity that quickly passed along the fingertips to the heart, and the entire heart was numbed by the touch.
But before Qi Jue could understand what it felt like, Yan Mingzhu turned his palm over.
This is undoubtedly a pampered hand, with well-defined joints, fair skin and slenderness. Except for the calluses left by martial arts training, it is as flawless as jade.
However, these hands, which used to be so pampered, now have several scratches on their palms, some deep and some shallow, but none serious. It can be seen at a glance that they must have been scratched by tools such as carving knives.
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"Is there any gold sore medicine in the carriage?"
Qi Jue came to his senses and wanted to take back his hand, "It's a small injury, it doesn't matter."
"His Royal Highness just now asked me if the wound on my head hurt. Why is it that when you are here, the scratch on your hand is just a minor injury?"
Qi Jue was leading troops in battles, so this little injury was indeed completely indifferent to him.
But when he met Yan Mingzhu's serious gaze, he suddenly changed his words: "The second drawer on the right."
Yan Mingzhu immediately opened it and found a bottle of good gold sore medicine inside, and applied the medicine gently.
The carriage seemed extremely quiet. Qi Jue lowered his eyes and kept his posture unchanged, only looking down at the people nearby.
From this angle, he could only see Yan Mingzhu's side face, and her pair of clear and clear eyes under her fan-like long eyelashes. At this moment, he could only see his hand clearly reflected.
Qi Jue curled her thin lips slightly, her anger no longer in her heart.
Outside the carriage, Feiyu, who was accompanying him, heard the laughter coming from inside, and said happily: "I am really an ordinary little genius. Look, His Highness adopted the method I proposed and really coaxed Miss Yan well."
Alright?"
Feiyun was a little confused: "His Highness is really interested in Miss Yan? But these days, His Highness often gets angry because of Miss Yan. His Highness never gets angry easily. Anyone who makes him angry will not survive the next day."
"Then you see that Miss Yan made His Highness angry. Did His Highness hit her and scold her? Not only did he not hit or scold her, but he also tried his best to make her happy. This is not called love? Furthermore, when a husband and wife quarrel, they quarrel at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed.
And, this young couple often bickers and quarrels, and the more they quarrel, the more affectionate they become, do you understand?"
Feiyun showed a doubtful expression.
Although he didn't completely believe Feiyu's words, he now somewhat believed that His Highness, who had been a celibate family for nearly twenty years, might have really fallen in love with Fanfan!
The ancestral tomb of the Yuan family.
Feiyun and Feiyu worked very efficiently. They buried Yuan's coffin in the cemetery and erected an inscription in the shortest possible time.
Yan Mingzhu knelt down in front of the tombstone and kowtowed three times.
"Mother, your daughter's unfilial piety has frightened you. Grandpa and the others are by your side. From now on, you will never be alone again. My daughter will never let anyone disturb your soul again."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Jue moved his clothes, knelt down on one knee in front of the tombstone, and took three sticks of incense in his hand.
Qi Jue knelt down personally, and Feiyun and Feiyu beside him also knelt down.
Yan Mingzhu turned her head and looked at him in surprise. This was the first time Qi Jue knelt down. When Marquis Yongyi and the others were buried before, Qi Jue just bent down to perform a junior salute and then offered incense.
Moreover, Qi Jue's status is different after all. Apart from Emperor Zhao and Concubine Zhuang, there is no third person in the world who can ask him to kneel down.
But even for Emperor Zhao and Concubine Zhuang, Qi Jue would never kneel down easily, but would only perform simple etiquette.
Marquis Yongyi was also a general who led troops to fight. Qi Jue felt the same way, and it was understandable that he had burned an incense stick.
But the Yuan family was a woman from the harem and had passed away many years ago, so Qi Jue had no reason to kneel down and offer incense in person.
"Aunt Yuan, I will protect her well, please rest assured."
Yan Mingzhu was stunned for a moment. At this moment, her heart felt a little numb. It wasn't uncomfortable but she couldn't figure out what it felt like.
All I could do was say: "I don't need your protection."
She has always believed that it is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others.
"I never make promises easily."
As he said that, Qi Jue raised his hand and took off a petal that fell on her bun, "If you make a promise, I will keep my promise."
Feiyu covered his mouth with his hand and whispered to Feiyun: "Your Highness, you can do it. Everyone knows that to win a woman's heart, you have to please her family first!"
"Shut up, Mrs. Yuan has been dead for many years. How can you please Your Highness?"
Feiyu clicked his tongue: "Why can't it be done? As the saying goes, God is watching what you do. Who knows, Mrs. Yuan's soul is watching from the side at the moment. Our Highness is a dragon and a phoenix among people. Mrs. Yuan must be extremely satisfied.
, will never object to this marriage."
Feiyun couldn't listen anymore and pushed Feiyu's head aside.
After the worship, it got dark.
"I will take you back to the Marquis Mansion."
Yan Mingzhu stood up and glanced at the sky, "Your Highness, just send me to Ming Yuexuan. I still have some things to deal with."
"Do you really have something to deal with, or are you afraid to go back to the Marquis' Mansion because of the injury on your head?"
Yan Mingzhu stopped and looked at him. She smiled helplessly when she met the man's eyes that seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.
"Grandma is in poor health and cannot bear to be frightened. The bandage on my end will definitely frighten her when I go back. It's better to stay outside for two days and it won't be too late to go back after the bandage is removed."
If it weren't for protecting Yuan's coffin, she wouldn't have been hit on the back of the head by Yan Qinglian, and she wouldn't be afraid to go home now.