Chapter 227: Xuan'er Was Wronged

Xuan retracted his hand from lifting his chin with satisfaction, and then began to deal with the dirt on him. 。She was handling it while saying, "After applying the medicine yesterday, the skin on yo...Just now, Zhang Qiming was so frightened by the emperor's gloomy face in the palace that he was pale with fear.

Unexpectedly, Nangong Ye's eyes were now even more terrifying than the Emperor's!

Zhang Qiming was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost knelt before Nangong Ye.

Zhang Qiming hurriedly said: "Your Highness, the princess's injury is not serious. She only needs to rest for half a month to recover."

Qingxuan saw that Nangong Ye's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and Zhang Qiming's face turned pale.

She hurriedly grabbed Nangong Ye's hand with her uninjured one.

Feeling the warmth of Qingxuan's palm, the anger in Nangong Ye's eyes dissipated somewhat.

Qingxuan softly comforted him, "My husband, my hand is just a minor injury. As Zhang the physician said, it only needs half a month of rest to heal."

Qingsuan finished speaking and then winked at Nangong Ye.

Nan Gong Ye's tightly furrowed brows did not relax.

If Zhang Qiming hadn't returned to Chen Wangfu with Qingxuan, Nangong Ye would even have thought that the wound on Qingxuan's back was fake.

But even Zhang Qiming followed back, that shows Qingxuan's hand must have been injured.

Qingxuan now winked playfully at him, not to indicate that her injury was fake, but rather to say that it was intentional!

Thinking this through, Nangong Ye not only did not relax his brows, but frowned even tighter.

Nan Gong Ye instructed the steward, "Take Dr. Zhang down and see to him properly."

Zhang Qiming let out a long sigh of relief when he heard this.

After Zhang Qiming left, Qingxuan discovered that Nangong Ye was like he was afraid she would disappear, tightly grasping her uninjured hand.

A sudden dizziness.

Qingxuan hadn't reacted yet, she was already in Nangong Ye's arms.

Under the clear blue sky, Nangong Ye sat in a wheelchair, while she was being held horizontally by Nangong Ye.

Although she died in the 25th century.

In her world, interactions between men and women were much more open than they are now, but with so many people around, behaving so intimately still made Qingsuan blush.

She pressed her hand against Nangong Ye's chest, which had become a few points firmer than before.

"My husband, so many people are watching."

The servants around were all brought from Yun Mian Ge.

These servants had never seen such a world, so naturally they were completely submissive in front of Nangong Ye. They tried their best to make themselves invisible and inconspicuous.

Only Zhou Hong, seeing the princess and prince so intimate, felt flustered as a young woman untouched by love. She hurriedly lowered her head.

This picture shouldn't be something she should see.

Zhou Hong silently began to memorize the contents of the medical book Qing Xuan had given her in her heart.

Qingxuan originally wanted to get up from Nan Gong Ye's embrace.

She didn't want to wait another moment, she wanted to be light on her feet and move forward.

A gentle breeze came.

Nan Gong Ye unexpectedly held her and soared into the wind.

In the blink of an eye, Nangong Ye returned to his courtyard with Qing Xuan in his arms.

Nan Gong Ye placed Qing Xuan gently onto the soft bed.

Qingxuan: "This bed…"

Qingxuan looked down at the bed beneath her in surprise.

Although Nan Gong Ye's original bed was beautifully crafted from wood, it wasn't very soft and its size was only average.

She sometimes likes to burrow under the covers like a caterpillar when she wakes up.

However, she is always bumping her head.

Now this wooden bed is much bigger than before, not to mention that the headboard is wrapped in exquisitely embroidered silk velvet. Even if you bump your head on it, you won't get hurt, and the mattress is also layered with several layers of goose down padding.

When Nangong Ye put her on the bed, Qingxuan only felt like she had fallen onto a cloud.

Nangong Ye's hand gently landed on her cheek: "Do you still like this bed, Xuan'er"

Qingxuan nodded upon hearing this.

At this moment, Nangong Ye's eyes held not only burning passion but also a profound sense of heartache.

Nan Gong Ye's voice was tinged with guilt.

His gaze fell upon her injured, bandaged hand.

Nangong Ye: "Xuan'er, these past few days, you have been wronged in the palace."e the price: "800 taels."The crowd held their breath.Someone started shouting, "Is this person crazy! Spending eight hundred taels to buy a single white ghost! Even for something as ominous as a white...