Yan Qing, a girl's house, actually lived in a charity house. This must be a hidden secret, it must be...

In Xiao Yan's imagination, the word "Yanqing" seemed to be the incarnation of a little pitiful person.

"I have to take care of her, it is difficult for her to live a weak woman..."

Xiao Yan made some arrangements, and then he hurried to the charity village.

Given that Zhou Huaixuan had caused the incident during the day, he thought to himself that Miss Yanqing might think he was a greedy prodigal son who had been fickle all day long, and thought that the other party's perception of him had been extremely bad.

So Xiao Yan wanted to go quietly and took a look at him quietly, but he didn't expect that he could get lost.

When Xiao Yan came, the charity house was empty, and the beauty was gone.

...

Zhou Yanqing came out of the cold palace secret passage, washed off the makeup on his face, modified his eyebrows, and changed into a noble and elegant brocade dragon robe.

It was already dark by this time.

Lin Wenzhou and Yin Shao were staying outside the cold palace. The emperor liked to be alone in the cold palace these two days. They privately guessed that the emperor was recalling the bitterness and sweetness. When Emperor Yong Yin was the ninth prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he had lived in the cold palace with his mother Concubine Rong for several years.

"Your Majesty, Cen Pingjun is awake." Lin Wenzhou whispered.

When Zhou Yanqing thought about the miserable appearance of Cen Pingjun becoming a mummy, he hurriedly said: "Set up and go back to Zichen Palace!"

She actually felt relieved. After all, if Cen Pingjun really died... she was afraid she would not be able to overcome the obstacle in her heart.

Anyway, she was the one who caused it.

She bit her lip in annoyance, and could understand where these favors in the little emperor's harem came from.

It is probably because it is a last resort to save your life?

...

Seeing Cen Pingjun become a mummy this morning, Zhou Yanqing was worried about this matter.

She was afraid that Cen Pingjun would die, so she thought that she would put people under her nose and be more at ease, so she did not send Cen Pingjun back, but just moved Cen Pingjun to the side hall.

When she entered the side hall, she saw that the charming beauty who was originally arrogant and arrogant looked dying.

Compared with last night, not only did his flesh and blood dry, but his energy seemed to be hollowed out, but his face even grew a little older. He has become more than ten years old because of his white age.

"emperor……"

Cen Pingjun sat on the head of the bed. He was weak and his voice was a little hoarse, but his soft and weak voice sounded a little seductive.

Lin Wenzhou brought a stool, and Zhou Yanqing sat down beside the stool, her expression was entangled and complicated.

Even if it was not intentional, she caused the disaster. At this moment, she felt guilty and apologized in her heart. Her scalp was numb and thought that she had to take responsibility.

"I have already told Doctor Liu and the Imperial Kitchen. Doctor Liu will help you take care of your health. The Imperial Kitchen will also help you prepare some medicinal food. You can keep it well and try to get better as soon as possible!"

Cen Pingjun's eyes flashed, and he suddenly held Zhou Yanqing's hand. He looked haggard and snuggled into Zhou Yanqing's arms.

Zhou Yanqing is dead?

Cen Pingjun said sweetly: "I have nothing to do, thunder, rain and dew are all for the sake of your kindness, but I can't even be happy."

Finally, his eyes were flowing and he looked at the emperor with affection.

You can say this a little against your will! You are sweet-mouthed, I believe you will lose!

Zhou Yanqing had a embarrassed face, and she looked at Cen Pingjun secretly.

Cen Pingjun deliberately made a weak look, like a weak wind blowing on the willows, and combined with his weak temperament and pale appearance, it made Zhou Yanqing... difficult to push away.
Chapter completed!