The vicious villain is in luck again

Nian Qiu, this is really amazing.

As if he guessed what An Ran was thinking, Nian Qiu stepped forward and asked, "Princess, please compare the two veils.

"And, look at the lower left corner of your veil."

An Ran folded the veils together and looked at them one by one.

The materials of these two veils are exactly the same.

But compared to other parts, the lower left corner of the one she embroidered was thicker and had been picked apart with small scissors. It was made of double layers of material.

Opening it, there was a mass of white thread embroidered inside.

If you look closely, you will see that it is the character "钰".

In this palace, besides Gu Chenyu, who else dares to have "Yu" in his name?

But if Nian Qiu hadn't discovered it, she and Liandong probably wouldn't have noticed these details.

It's really too hidden.

An Ran didn't know how she felt now, so she could only praise Nianqiu dryly.

"You are really as considerate as your hair."

"Princess." Nianqiu lowered his eyebrows and said, "This servant dare not make any assumptions. I just want to ask the princess what should I do next?"

An Ran sighed.

Nianqiu has such a good temperament that she always puts her first in everything.

"Since you already know, then try to embroider the two handkerchiefs to look more similar."

She thought about her appalling embroidery skills and said dejectedly, "Forget it, don't make it too difficult for you."

"Just add something similar to it."

Nianqiu handed the veil to Lonicera with a solemn face.

Lonicera happily wanted to take the veil back into her arms, but when she pulled it, it didn't move.

Looking along, I saw that the other end was still being held tightly by Nian Qiu.

She looked at Nian Qiu in confusion, "Has it not been repaired yet?"

Nianqiu held her hand and said, "Lendong, the princess treats you and me very well. You must not do anything to harm the princess without the brain."

Lonicera was confused, "I didn't."

Nian Qiu stared at her meaningfully, holding his hand tighter and tighter, "Is it true?"

"I really..."

Long-lasting memories flashed by, and the words Liao Dong wanted to deny were swirling on his lips, but he couldn't say them out.

Seeing her hesitation, Nianqiu felt determined and said aggressively, "Lonicera, you can't hurt the princess."

Ling Dong was made uncomfortable by Nian Qiu and the memories, and waved her hand away irritably.

"Oh, I get it. Why are you telling me all these things for no reason?"

She put the veil into her arms, turned around and ran away.

She ran into Zhao Luosu who was walking towards her. She couldn't dodge and fell to the ground with her buttocks crouched down, her handkerchief also falling to the side.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me."

Lonicera didn't even raise her head, crawled over, picked up the handkerchief, stuffed it into her sleeve, got up and left in a hurry.

"Why."

Zhao Luosu stretched out his hand, unable to call Lonicera back, so he shook his head helplessly.

Li Yang looked at Lonicera's back, "She is always so reckless, and the princess has always condoned her."

Zhao Luosu smiled tolerantly.

"After all, she was the one who accompanied Xiaoran through those years when he was most lonely and helpless. This alone is precious."

Nianqiu came over and saluted her, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

She said, "Go and do your thing. There is no need to communicate."

Stepping into the room, An Ran was playing with something. When he saw her coming, he subconsciously hid his hands back.

"Aunt Zhao."

An Ran looked a little unnatural, "Why did you come without saying anything?"

Zhao Luosu looked behind An Ran, "Xiao Ran has a little secret that Aunt Zhao can't know?"

Her eyes were very penetrating and she had a joking smile.

An Ran simply didn't hide it and pulled the veil forward openly.

Anyway, Aunt Zhao definitely doesn't know about this veil.

If she was coy and tried to cover up and attract attention, Aunt Zhao might go and check it out.

"It's not a secret, it's just an embroidered veil."

"Yo." Zhao Luosu covered her mouth in surprise, "Xiaoran knows how to embroider handkerchiefs?"

"Let Aunt Zhao take a look."

She took it and turned it over, "It looks a bit like the honeysuckle one."

Ah, are Aunt Zhao's eyes so poisonous?

An Ran asked casually, "Aunt Zhao, have you ever seen a handkerchief embroidered with honeysuckle?"

Zhao Luosu smiled, but there was no doubt in his expression.

She returned the veil to An Ran.

"When I first came here, I bumped into her and the veil fell to the ground, so I took a quick look."

An Ran grinned and explained, "I learned it from Lonicera."

"Speaking of which." Zhao Luosu became serious, "Why do you suddenly want to embroider a handkerchief?"

"I remember you used to be dismissive of female workers."

She asked, "Did you embroider this veil for Proton?"

An Ran immediately waved her hand, "This handkerchief was not embroidered for him, I just embroidered it for fun."

Zhao Luosu didn't believe it, "I heard about what happened a while ago. In order to hire an imperial doctor for him, you went to the empress and the third prince."

She said earnestly, "Xiao Ran, you have to remember your identity. It's impossible for you and him."

An Ran saw Zhao Luosu's misunderstanding and explained casually, "Don't worry, I have no real feelings for Ji Qinghan."

"I asked the imperial doctor just to save his life."

"If a proton dies in my palace, no matter what the impact, it will not be good."

Zhao Luosu saw that she was calm and generous and could not make any mistakes, but he still felt uneasy.

"real?"

She glanced sideways at An Ran.

"real."

An Ran followed Zhao Luosu's words, looking at ease and speaking in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Isn't that what you said? You can find a man to play with."

"I've told you a long time ago. I'm just teasing him to relieve his boredom when I have nothing to do."

She said funnyly: "If I fall in love with him, wouldn't I fall in love with my father-killing enemy?"

An Ran emphasized again, "This is absolutely impossible."

She has no love, so it is impossible for her to like people.

After her repeated assurances, Zhao Luosu felt at ease.

She took An Ran's hand and warned, "Even so, you have to be careful, I'm afraid he wants to take advantage of you."

An Ran was full of arrogance and confidence, "Aunt Zhao, the man who can take advantage of me has not yet been born in this world."

"not to mention--"

Her smile was filled with coldness.

"If they want to use me, they have to pay the price."

Seeing her firm attitude, Zhao Luosu was extremely pleased.

"As long as you have this awareness, most men are not good people. Don't have too many illusions about them."

An Ran observed Zhao Luosu's expression and nodded.

Aunt Zhao was really deeply hurt by Gu Anjue.

"By the way." An Ran asked, "Why did you come to see me?"

After her reminder, Zhao Luosu remembered the purpose of his visit.

"There is something wrong."

"I checked about your traditional Chinese medicine on your birthday, but I couldn't find any signs."

An Ran thought, of course she couldn't find it because she didn't have any traditional Chinese medicine.

At most, the doctor who treated her that day could be found to have lied.

She comforted Zhao Luosu, "Aunt Zhao, don't worry too much, I already told you not to pursue the matter."

In exchange for Zhao Luosu's angry look, "You kid, won't you pursue it if you say you won't pursue it?"

"Aunt Zhao doesn't agree."

She reached into her sleeve and took out a small paper bag.

Unwrapped it, there was a small cluster of gray powder inside.

An Ran's curiosity was aroused, "What is this?"

Zhao Luosu said, "Do you still remember the incense that Su Qinghe lit in Linlang Water Pavilion at that time?"

An Ran remembered, "Yes, the fragrance smells pretty good, fresh and pleasant."

"Female Goose, this is what triggered the poison in your body." Tiandao ran to her feet.

An Ran picked him up and asked Zhao Luosu calmly, "Is there anything wrong with this fragrance?"

"Of course there is a problem." Zhao Luosu fiddled with a corner of the paper bag and said, "This incense is made from the petals of the Yi Meng flower."

An Ran looked at the paper bag, "Is it the legendary Yi Menghua flavor that makes people drunk for a day?"

She murmured to herself, "Yi Meng is strong in nature and can best activate the medicinal properties."

No wonder her "Yinghuo" attack occurred early.

"Yes." Zhao Luosu frowned, "Ke Yimenghua is an artificially grown medicinal flower. This technology has been lost for a long time, and even few people in the Imperial Hospital know about it."

"They don't even know what the real Yi Menghua looks like."

"Today's introduction to getting drunk is just a substitute for Yi Menghua."

An Ran wanted to pick up the burned ashes with her fingers and look at it carefully, but was slapped by Zhao Luosu.

She retracted her hand angrily, "So Aunt Zhao, you want to find out the origin of Yi Menghua now?"

"That's right." Zhao Luosu replied, "Not long after the poison in your body was cured, something like this happened again."

"I won't feel at ease unless we find out."

She put the paper bag away and stood up.

Leaning down and putting his hand on An Ran's shoulder, Zhao Luosu looked serious and said, "Su Qinghe and Gu Chenyu were both punished because of you. Although they brought it upon themselves, they will definitely put the blame on you."

"Now that Su Qinghe's two-month grounding period has expired, I wonder what kind of monster she is going to do again."

"Xiaoran, you have to be more careful."

An Ran held her hand and said, "I will."

She sent Zhao Luosu out, and somehow thought of the rose that Gu Chenyu gave her, and walked towards the side hall.

Ji Qinghan is not in the room.

She looked towards the table and saw that the flowers that were blooming brightly in her room were now withered and curled up, falling and floating on the water, looking very bleak and pitiful.

Take out a piece and bring it to the tip of your nose. Naturally, there is no scent anymore.

Footsteps approached from behind.

An Ran turned around and saw Ji Qinghan walking towards him with a cold face.

She raised a smile and said, "Young Master."

He rolled his eyes slightly, gave her a benevolent glance, and walked around her.

Not even a response.

An Ran looked at his back in confusion.

It was fine in the morning, but why did it become like this in the afternoon?

She asked again, "Shaojun, are you feeling unwell?"

Okay, I just pulled the curtain, and An Ran couldn't see anything anymore.

She was disappointed but didn't take it to heart.

The main reason is that the two of them got along well during these days and had enough fun, so she had no intention of getting angry for the time being.

And because she only changed outfits, she didn't bother to dress him up every day, she only changed them every three to five.

Logically speaking, Ji Qinghan's life now is as nourishing as ever.

An Ran couldn't think of a reason for him to be angry with her.

It must be that you are feeling unwell, right?

Then let him have a good rest.

She walked out of the room and closed the door considerately.

As night fell, An Ran looked at Tiandao in his arms. He had already slept like a dead pig.

This was one of the few times where he went to bed earlier than her and died before her.

An Ran stretched out her fingers to cup his nose in curiosity.

Tiandao smacked his mouth a few times, his little claws twitched, and then turned over and there was no movement again.

She carried Tiandao back to the small nest she built for him and scratched his head, "You won't come to my bed in the middle of the night, right?"

After saying that, she yawned.

Wiping away her tears, she walked peacefully towards the bed.

She also felt sleepy very early tonight.

Halfway through making the bed, her consciousness gradually blurred, and she fell into sleep while standing upright.

"Creak" is the sound made by the door turning.

A black-faced boot crossed the threshold.

Ji Qinghan walked into the room wearing a bamboo green robe.

In an instant he caught the figure standing in the back, and he said in a deep voice, "An Ran, turn around."

An Ran raised her eyelids, but her eyes were dull and she turned around obediently.

The brocade quilt was hung on the hand, half of it was pulled out and fell to the ground.

He ordered again, "Come over here and face me."

An Ran did as he was told and walked towards him step by step.

Ji Qinghan watched her approaching. Her posture was more formal than usual, more like a wealthy lady or a lady.

She stood still before him.

Under the candlelight, her eyelids were half-closed, lacking the sudden light that appeared when she was awake, and the shadows cast by her eyelashes also had a different kind of tenderness.

But he knew that this warmth was fake.

Hidden under this skin is a hypocritical heart.