Of course, they don't know if it is, Jingliu Kite is indeed dead. It's just that it's even more outrageous that Su Kui, who is more difficult than Jingliu Keng, is here.

How could Su Kui, who came with a mission, easily die because of a disease, so after a month of closed-door cultivation, Su Kui could finally walk down the ground.

It's just a month of soup and water, let alone a few pounds of meat. The person has thinned the paper, and the cheeks are deeply sunken. The injured forehead that day was not treated in time, leaving A fuchsia scar with **** was found.

At this time, the outside was in the deep winter, and the heavy snow kept going all day. Su Kui's fragile body now couldn't withstand the slightest cold wind. He simply hid in the warm cabinet and could not close the door. Being able to offend the offending light, so better to obey her will, save the effort to deal with.

The decoration of Changle Palace is extremely extravagant, and the whole palace was splendidly illuminated by a few lanterns in the warm pavilion. Su Kui was too dazzling and waved to let Ying Luo go out the lights, leaving only a palace lantern depicting gold peonies hanging far away. She slouched lazily and wrapped in fur, and the white fluff wrapped her so that only one head was exposed. Sandalwood curled in the censer on the table, and the smoke drifted like a cloud. She was half-closed, her eyes blank, as if she could melt away with the smoke.

Nan Xuange has been rehabilitating for some time since he arrived at Changle Palace. Later, he has been ill and has not seen Su Kui since he was seriously ill. It can be said that although they are in the same palace, they have not met in a month.

He spent a lot of energy trying to adapt to a completely different life from the past. In Changle Palace, the food is fine and the comfort of living is more considerate and humble. After passing the present days, I went back to look back at the previous ones, only to realize that there was a difference between heaven and **** in the same palace.

Hearing the news that Su Kui was finally able to get up today, he could no longer resist the urge to see her, and came running desperate.

When the princess outside saw him, he didn't dare to stop the thought of the princess's intention to him. He was only a little stunned and bowed to release him.

The Nuan Pavilion was very quiet, with a ground dragon on the ground. As soon as I walked in, he was surrounded by a warm, dry atmosphere. Nan Xuange turned his head and looked around. There were gauze curtains hanging around, and in the hazy vagueness, he could see a delicate and semi-recumbent figure in the back.

He fixed his pace and hesitated. It was the last step, but Nan Xuange hesitated obviously.

He still remembers that when Su Kui visited him a month ago, his attitude towards her was extremely fierce. In the back, she almost always choked with her. Now she was able to walk out of the court after receiving her favors. I wonder if she would hate her because of his previous attitude towards her—

This thought of being hated by Su Kuiji, I actually felt that my heart was squeezed by invisible big hands, and my feet seemed to be rooted and could not move.

Yingluo pinched Su Kui's chilly legs, turned his head and accidentally glanced at a vague figure outside, thinking that the master had commanded that no outsiders should be allowed to come in to disturb, so he asked aloud, "Who is outside?"

"Ah--" Nan Xuange's eyes moved, "It's me ..."

"Nine princes?"

"Xuan Ge?"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time. Ying Luo's voice was louder, but Nan Xuange could clearly distinguish another weak hairspring from Su Kui's voice.