Ye Qianning lowered his eyes.
She had met Sang Zhi several times, and she did notice that there were people around him, but they were just ordinary hidden guards.
Are those people too good at hiding, or were they not following Sang Zhi?
What is the relationship between those people and Sang Zhi?
A descendant of the Xuan family, Sang Zhi is also a descendant of the Xuan family.
“Yingge, is the nanny who is looking after Sang Zhi still there?”
“Now that Grandma Song is eighty, she has arranged to spend the first two years in the palace to take care of herself.”
Ye Qianning looked at Hai Xiaozhuan. All the signs pointed to the Xuan family. There were more and more mysteries surrounding Sang Zhi. If she wanted to solve them, she had to uncover Sang Zhi, including the people around him.
But now Sang Zhi is not a fool. If she goes too far, I wonder if he will have a problem with her.
After a while, Ye Qianning put away Haihai Xiaozhuan and said, "It's getting late. Go to Siyinfang and bring over the food prepared by my aunt."
"yes."
Yingge stood up.
The sun sets and night gradually falls.
The banquets in the palace usually end late at night.
The dinner was prepared by my aunt herself. The broth had been boiled for two days and was said to be nourishing for the body. Various nutritious meals were evenly matched and there were many new dishes.
It seems to be my aunt’s newly learned dietary and medicated diet. It can regulate the body even if it is eaten for a long time.
Yingge laid out one plate after another, with about twenty dishes.
Ye Qianning fell into a coma for a few days, which was obviously a good thing, but it frightened them so much that they thought she was weak. No matter how much she explained, they still thought she was thin...
“Isn’t Qian dad at home?”
“I went out in the afternoon and haven’t come back yet.”
Hearing this, Ye Qianning picked up the chopsticks and was about to pick up the vegetables when there was a sound in his ears.
Yingge stood beside her with a murderous look, looking out the window warily.
Ye Qianning moved her ears: "It's okay."
Yingge’s breath is still lingering.
There were subtle and imperceptible footsteps outside the door, and then a head stuck out from the door and looked towards the room.
Her eyes immediately fell on Ye Qianning sitting in the room.
The clothes are simple and elegant, and the hair is as silk as ink. The hair is not combed up and draped casually on the back of the head, as if tied with only a fourth generation. A few strands of hair hang lazily on the temples.
That face was so beautiful that it captivated the country.
Even without makeup, she is still stunningly beautiful, but her face is a little pale, and she really looks like a sickly girl.
Ye Qianning's peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling. The woman had a ponytail erect, an oval face, crescent eyebrows, a beautiful nose, and red cheeks. Her small mouth opened slightly in surprise, looking a little dull.
A girl from a certain family broke in rashly.
Yingge blocked her sight, her eyes full of warning.
The woman's sight was blocked and she glared, straightened up and walked in.
Yingge stepped forward to welcome him and drew his long sword.
“You dare to attack me?” The woman’s eyes widened.
“No one is allowed to come near my lady without my permission.” Yingge solemnly said.
"You..." The woman was about to speak, but she felt the pressure around her and retreated to the door. She held on to the door frame to steady her breath, tilted her head and shouted to the person sitting: "Ye Qianning, Just let your guards bully me like this."
Ye Qianning was very interested: "Which family are you from?"
“…I am Nanxiang, Nanxiang from Changyang Prince’s Palace.” Nanxiang shouted while pulling his neck.
Ye Qianning's eyes brightened with interest: "Are you Nan Xiang?"
“It’s me, please let this sister collect her inner force.” Nan Xiang stared at the inner force, almost holding on to the door frame to avoid being pushed out by the inner force.
“Yingge.” Yingge instantly withdrew her inner strength, but her vigilant gaze still remained.
“Yingge, you go down first.”
“The eldest lady.”
“No problem.”
Yingge hesitated for a few moments before taking back her sword and leaving.
Ye Qianning looked at her back and sighed slightly. She was too nervous. Yingge's whole body was in a tense state since he just saw her. It was also her nightmare ten years ago.
Nan Xiang was relieved when he saw someone leaving. He turned his eyes and saw Ye Qianning smiling again, running to the table: "Are you really Ye Qianning?"
“What do you think?” Ye Qianning curled her lips.
Nan Xiang sat next to her, looking at the flawless face seriously for a long time before speaking: "When I was a child, I thought you were prettier than me, and now you are indeed prettier than me."
After she finished speaking, she touched her face, but her eyes were still fixed on Ye Qianning's face: "Why does it look so good?"
…”
Ye Qianning’s smile deepened: “I was well-behaved when I was young, but now I have learned to climb walls.”
Hearing this, Nan Xiang put down his hand and said, "I'm not in a hurry to see you."
“Come and walk through the main entrance openly. If someone catches you for being so sneaky, you won’t even be able to cry.”
There were too many people secretly hiding around them, and it would be troublesome if the blind one bumped into them.
"I don't want to either. In the past few days, my father said that the capital was too chaotic and wouldn't let me go out. That day when you entered the city, he didn't even let me go to see you and kept me in solitary confinement. Finally, I waited until my father and mother went to the palace to attend a banquet. I just sneaked out to look for you." Nan Xiang looked at her pale face, reached out and took out a porcelain bottle from his arms: "How is your injury? This is the elixir I brought you to replenish your vitality."
Ye Qianning looked at her actions and the porcelain bottle that was thrust into her hands, and was very moved. She held it tightly and did not refuse: "Thank you."
"Who among us is thanking whom?" Nan Xiang raised his hand and patted her shoulder: "Look at how thin you have become. Eat more in the future."
Ye Qianning smiled and nodded: "Have you had your meal?"
"not yet."
“Yingge adds a pair of bowls and chopsticks.”
Nan Xiang’s eyes fell on a table of food. There were everything that could fly in the sky, run on the ground, and swim in the water. There were several types of broth and porridge, as well as fruit snacks and delicacies. Everything was available...
The aroma of the food is very tempting.
“You...you eat so much by yourself?”
Surprised eyes moved to Ye Qianning's face.
“My aunt has been studying meals these two days, so she has done a lot.”
Yingge put down the bowls and chopsticks, turned around and stood outside the door.
Nan Xiang picked up the chopsticks and said, "Tsk, tsk, I think this dish is better than the chef at our house."
Looking around, she didn’t know where to take off her chopsticks.
“This is the hibiscus chicken that my aunt is good at. Try it.” Ye Qianning took a chopstick and put it into her bowl.
Nan Xiang had been thinking about how to avoid the guards and ran out that day. He almost didn't eat. Now he was really hungry when he sat down, so he started eating with the piece of hibiscus chicken.
The taste is soft and glutinous in one bite, and the aroma of meat is overflowing…
“It’s delicious, it’s really delicious.” Nan Xiang’s eyes shone as he stared at a whole plate of Furong Chicken.
"eat slowly."
Ye Qianning saw that she was eating well, and her appetite improved.
All the gluttons in Southern Hunan were drawn out, and their appetites were whetted: "Do you have any wine?"
“Are you still drinking?”
“Of course, good food is not enough without wine.”
