Dressed in ancient times to be a master of women's clothing

"Since you don't mind, let's arrange for my sister-in-law to meet with the emperor, and get used to the feeling of taking care of him in advance."

Yin Huaiyu deliberately used the word "sister-in-law" to indicate something, as if to emphasize that he is a cripple, but under the threat of King Fusui, Song Yu has already entered the state of a good daughter-in-law who wants to get close to Yin Fan. A hard-working expression readily agreed.

Yin Fan lived in a very remote place, as soon as he stepped into the beautiful small courtyard, there was a faint smell of medicine, and the closer to the room, the stronger the smell.

Yin Huaiyu came here condescendingly, with a look of disgust in his eyes, he sat down outside the hall and refused to go in, in the name of letting the two of them be alone, but his ears perked up and said a word in the conversation inside The sentence is true.

"Cough-cough-"

Before Song Yu could speak, he heard a weak cough, and saw a pale but handsome man with a weak temperament lying on the bed, and there was a half-read book beside the bed. , there is also a wheelchair nearby, which seems to be for his usual use.

It's just that the wheelchair cushion has a light layer of dust, and it seems that it is not often used to go out.

"Thank you Princess Pingle for visiting—cough—" Seeing Song Yu's arrival, a gentle smile flashed in Yin Fan's eyes, and he wanted to get up to greet him.

However, due to his physical disability, he could only express welcome with his eyes, apologizing for not being able to get out of bed to greet him in person, and there was a lingering melancholy look between his brows and eyes, thanks to the help of a maid next to him. Let him fall out of bed.

Originally thought that Yin Fan was trapped in a corner and forgotten in a corner, he should have a gloomy and hateful temperament.

But ignoring his legs, he looks more like an elegant gentleman, well-read poetry and books, with a humble and gentle conversation, often with a spring-like smile that makes people feel good, his eyes are slightly squinted like crescent moons, no matter how you look at it, it is not true. Such a simple and dark temple will develop a temperament.

Because he knew Yin Fan's life experience clearly, his appearance like this inevitably made people feel distressed.

Song Yu kept in mind how to frame Yin Fan in the future and temporarily let go of it.

It's a pity that such a good-looking man is paralyzed before he has time to do something, and he has no chance to visit the great mountains and rivers.

If Yin Fan's legs were better, he might attract the admiration of many women, instead of being controlled by others in his marriage like now.

"Is your illness better? Since it's inconvenient, don't be polite."

Song Yu hurriedly stepped forward to support him, took advantage of the situation and sat down beside him, accidentally caught a glimpse of half a bowl of bitter medicine dregs on his table, and couldn't help thinking about his illness and the condition of his medication.

Yin Fan grabbed the corner of the quilt nervously, wanted to show him some tea, took the tea from the maid, and when he wanted to pass it to Song Yuzhi himself, he accidentally spilled some.

The scalding tea poured onto Song Yu's hand, quickly leaving a bright red mark on the back of his fair hand, and a white hot steam evaporated in the air.

"Sorry!" Panic flashed in Yin Fan's eyes, he flung the teacup away at a loss, inadvertently grabbed Song Yu's wrist, pinched his pulse with two fingers, and exerted a little force——

The next second, Song Yu's hand covered the back of his hand, soothing him calmly, "It's okay, it's just a small burn, nothing to worry about."

Before Song Yuyun got angry, he was treated with a soft and beautiful smile. Yin Fan was stunned for a while, staring at the palms of the two of them.

Before Song Yu said anything, he quickly turned his head away as if shy, and refused to turn around for a long time, his eyes were dim.

Song Yu thought that he was still feeling guilty, so she shook her hands and showed him with a smile, "Here, it's getting better."

Unexpectedly, Yin Fan turned his face with red eyes, with a strong apology, reached out to pick up the pieces of the teacup, and then moved his body far away, afraid of getting close to the other party, as if accidentally bumping into him .

Every move made people unable to get angry at all, let alone Song Yu, a good old man.

"You don't have to be so careful."

The corners of Yin Fan's drooping eyes were full of melancholy: "I am disabled, and if you marry me, you will not have the glory and wealth, and the power is all over the world. Is Princess Pingle willing?"

Song Yu also asked: "Then I used to be arrogant and domineering, and I did a lot of evil, don't you mind?"

According to his observation, Song Yuyun is not a good person, so it's her turn to despise others.

Yin Fan was flattered and shook his head, "Princess Pingle looks like a fairy, Yin Fan is not so ignorant, I—"

Before he finished speaking, his complexion changed, his cheeks turned blue and purple, and then he started coughing short of breath, as if his liver was about to be coughed out.

"How? Why is it so serious?" Song Yu immediately moved closer to him and stroked his back. The undisguised expression of distress and regret made Yin Fan's throat tighten, and he slowly withdrew the hand in his sleeve that had already squeezed the poison.

If he succeeds in poisoning, although the beauty in front of him will not be poisoned immediately, but will gradually suffer from chronic poisoning, and after the wedding, he will have a chance to control this person.

He just met those clear eyes, but he couldn't do anything.He had only seen such a look in his mother's concubine many years ago.

This is the second time... the second time, he didn't make a move.

"It's okay, thank you for your concern, this is an old problem."

Yin Fan's voice suddenly became colder, without any further explanations, he was just tired and silent, ready to please him, making him relax his vigilance, but he couldn't say anything, and the smile that never faded was completely restrained. .

Hearing this, Song Yu frowned, but it seemed to him that it was obviously a symptom of poisoning, but he thought that his medical skills were shallow, and even the imperial doctors would not see it well, maybe there was something else hidden, "It's okay, there should be a possibility of cure, I -"

He was almost full of sympathy and wanted to help him find a way. After all, ancient medical skills were not as developed as modern ones, and he could always help.

But before he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that he was ordered by King Fusui to trick Yin Fan, how could he cheat his father, even though he was a fake father and fake teammate.

"Thank you for your kindness, Yin Fan thank you, don't worry about me. It's just that I'm afraid that my body needs to be recuperated, and the wedding date will also be postponed. Can the princess accept it?"

Yin Fan raised his eyes, the faint sadness was like the misty rain falling in the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River.

Song Yu nodded subconsciously, as if rejecting him would be like a crime, not to mention that he didn't want to marry a man right away, so he immediately agreed readily: "No problem."

The palace and his party were safe and sound. After Song Yu returned to the room, he yawned frequently. He was really sleepy. When he saw Mo Gufei hiding in the room, he just said hello and fell asleep.

An Xin's sleeping face is as peaceful as that of an innocent child. Mo Gufei helplessly pulls the quilt up for him, stares at his face for a long time, and confirms that this person's breathing is long, and after falling into a deep sleep, he is even more unable to see through his underbelly. Thoughts.

In just two days of being together, the Princess has already trusted him. Even if he loses his memory, how can a person's temperament change drastically?Or, what he learned about Song Yuyun from other people was not the case at all?

Traveling to ancient times for so long, Song Yu didn't even sleep at night, and was so busy thinking about how to return to modern times, he didn't expect that now that he was sleeping deeply, he heard a familiar voice next to his ear, it was his mother telling him to eat shout.

"Xiaoyu, get up and eat! Don't sleep!"

Song Yu was yelled by his mother's familiar loud voice, as if breaking free from the shackles of a nightmare, he struggled suddenly, jumped up from the mattress, and actually returned to his modern room.

Looking at the familiar room, Song Yu's eyes were misty, as if it was a lifetime ago, as if the antique building was still in front of him.

"You've been sleeping for so long, you scared me to death." Mother Song finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her son who had opened his eyes, and touched Song Yu's forehead, only to find cold sweat on his forehead.

And the child also seemed to be in a daze, staring at his room without blinking, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes also climbed up with worry.