"Thank you, Concubine Xian." Qinghua stood up and then raised her head to look at the beauty in front of her. She was surprised to see that Concubine Xian had become much thinner than usual in the past month.

"Where are you going, Miss Qinghua?" Luhe supported Tayue and smiled at Qinghua.

Qinghua was not in a position to tell the truth, so she just made nonsense: "Concubine Rao got cold occasionally, so she asked the servant to tell the imperial doctor to grab some medicine, and she is about to rush back."

"Is Concubine Rao also sick? Cough cough~" Tayue raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard the words, but coughed softly a few times while speaking.

Seeing this, Lu He couldn't help but frown, and stretched out his hand to tighten the cloak at Tie Yue's collar.

"Hmm~" When Qinghua was asked this question, she felt as if her lie had been exposed, but she still nodded bravely.

Tayue was silent for a moment, but she, who was always taciturn, spoke again: "Since Concubine Rao is unwell, I should go and visit her."

"..."

Qinghua frowned, but couldn't find any reason to refuse, so he had to lead the way.

Yirao Palace.

Nangong Yi had just finished reviewing the memorial, and when he had a little free time, he took a dragon chariot to accompany Ling Mulao. At this time, the two of them were painting hand in hand.

"How about this stroke?" Ling Mulao raised his head and asked with a gentle smile, surrounded by Nangong Yi's chest.

Nangong Yi took a closer look at the blurred portrait on the rice paper, "There is progress, but the lips are a little bit worse. It's better for you to feel it carefully~"

With a slanted smile, Nangong Yi was about to lower his head, but before his lips came close, Ling Mulao raised his right hand slightly, and the ink-stained brush had already landed on the corner of his lips.

The writing was flowing smoothly, and the speed of the pen was like swinging a sword. When he put down the pen, Nangong Yi had turned into a big tabby cat with a beard, and his appearance was particularly funny.

"That looks good, haha~ A cold and cute cat." Ling Muchao couldn't help laughing, her amber eyes sparkling.

"Ha~ Girl, you dare to doodle on my husband's face, let's see how I deal with you today." Although Nangong Yi looked sulky, there was a smile in his eyes and voice.

With one hand he snatched the brush from Ling Mulao's hand, and with the other hand he held her tightly on the desk. Nangong Yi used the brush and was about to leave two strokes of mustache on Ling Mulao's face.

"Slave, please see the Concubine Xian~"

"Slave, please see the Concubine Xian~"

The sound of greetings outside the door suddenly interrupted the laughter between the two of them.

The corner of Nangong Yi's eyes raised slightly, he put down the brush in his hand and glanced at the royal power gold outside the curtain.

The eunuch in charge of the royal palace was not for nothing. Upon seeing this, Wang Quanjin immediately bowed and stepped back quietly, preparing to let Tayue leave first.

"My lord, wait a minute." Ling Murao got out of Nangong Yi's arms and called to Wang Quanjin softly. He then raised his head and looked at Nangong Yi and said, "It's terrible for a man to be ruthless."

Nangong Yi's brows twitched, and he asked with a gloomy face: "Girl, do you still hope that I will be affectionate?"

After hearing this, Ling Mulao shook her head silently. She naturally did not want Nangong Yi to be sentimental, but this Tayue was really innocent. Think about what Tayue said when she entered Prince Yi's palace.

My heart couldn't help but feel sour.

...

"Tayue, have you ever thought it was worth it if you devoted your whole life to Nangong Yi?" Ling Mulao felt a chill in his heart as he thought of the sculpture.
Chapter completed!