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Chapter 8: Stop!

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    "Stop!" Mu Yun hurriedly asked the coachman to stop the carriage and got off the carriage.

    "Your Highness."

    In his eyes, there is still the respect due to the monarch.

    "You didn't marry the eldest daughter of the Lin family?" Ping Yang stood in front of him, panting uncontrollably, because he was running too fast, there was still a layer of mist in his eyes.

    "The lower official said that in this life, you will be innocent, you will not think about these trivial matters of human relations, let alone marry a wife and have children, and you will only serve Dazhao all your life."

    If it was in the past, Pingyang would be annoyed to death when he heard what he said, but now he was overjoyed to hear what he said, without any trace of worry.

    She pointed with her hand, "Then the purse on your waist?"

    Mu Yun lowered her head and looked up at her waist, then raised her head with a flash of light in her eyes, "This was given to me by my grandmother before she died, and I will wear it with me."

    "well"

    The corner of Pingyang's mouth slightly hooked up, and after saying hello twice, he passed out again.

    Mu Yun hastily stretched out her hand and caught her.

    "Your Highness, Your Highness" Qingluan ran up from behind with her robe in her hand, seeing that she was unconscious, she hurriedly put the robe on her body.

    Then, I watched with my own eyes that Lord Taishi carried their Highness the princess into the carriage.

    "Go to Zhiyang Palace."

    Inside the carriage, Mu Yun gave an order, and the coachman turned around and drove towards the palace.

    Ping Yang felt as if he had had a long, long dream, in which there was only Mu Yun and her, and no one else.  She laughed even in her dream, one after another, very loudly.

    Qingluan and the court ladies surrounded her and watched her all morning.

    After laughing one last time, she slowly opened her eyes, and what caught her eyes was her maid from Zhiyang Palace, not Mu Yun.

    "Why are you? Where's Yunlang?" As soon as she opened her mouth, she asked about Mu Yun's whereabouts.

    Qingluan and the maids covered their mouths and smiled, Qingluan spoke first, "Your Highness, you have been in a coma for two days, Lord Taishi has already returned."

    She hurriedly got up and told the maids to get out of the way, but she really didn't see Mu Yun's figure.  Her place is the princess' bedroom, and he is just a courtier, so it's really inappropriate to stay here for too long.

    A pair of eyes darkened.

    "However, Your Highness, it was Lord Taishi who sent you back to Zhiyang Palace in person that day." Qingluan took a step forward and said softly to her.

    Ping Yang blinked his thick and slender eyelashes, raised his head and asked her, "You mean, it was Yun Lang who carried me back?"

    "Um!"

    Qingluan nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

    The corners of Pingyang's mouth rose again, and then she fell down on the soft couch, lifted the quilt up to cover her head, and she laughed one after another from inside the quilt.

    Afterwards, Emperor Jokhang's servant came to Pingyang's bedroom with his oral order.

    Emperor Jokhang ordered her not to leave the gate of Zhiyang Palace this winter, and to stay in the bedroom to recuperate.

    On the day when she was comatose in the ice and snow, the cold invaded Pingyang's internal organs. The imperial doctor said that she could not bear a little cold this winter, otherwise she would easily relapse in the future.

    That's why she passed out the day she ran out to chase Mu Yun.

    Ping Yang raised his head and looked at the servant with displeasure.

    He felt guilty when she saw him, and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty also said that during the period of His Highness's recuperation, he will send Lord Tai Shi to come over every day to treat His Highness."

    Now, there is a smile on Pingyang's face.  The servant let out a sigh of relief before she dared to leave her Zhiyang Palace.

    So, she could see Mu Yun every day again.

    "Your Highness, Lord Taishi is here."

    Qingluan closed the window, ran to her and said.

    Pingyang was still sitting in front of the vanity mirror, holding two beaded jade hairpins in his hand and asked Qingluan, "What do you think I should wear?" She took the hairpin and gestured to the bun.

    "Oh, Your Highness, Lord Taishi is really here!" Qingluan hurriedly snatched the hairpin from her hand, pulled her to the edge of the soft couch, and let her lie down.

    Pingyang's sleeping hall became a warm pavilion, with braziers everywhere, and even the place where she sat was covered with a thick blanket.

    The room was so warm that it was almost hot, and the bird that the inner court paid her tribute flapped its wings and chirped every day.

    When Mu Yun pushed open the door of Zhiyang Palace, he was suffocated by the heat in the room. Not only that, he also smelled a strong fragrance of makeup powder.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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