He walked to Song Jingyue's bedside, picked up the quilt that had fallen on the ground, covered her, reached out and touched her forehead, still in a cold sweat......

Song Jingyue was lying with Mo Xianyun, and Mo Xianyun hugged her tightly, and she couldn't sleep at all.

Later, when she heard movement by the window, Song Jingyue hurriedly pushed Mo Xianyun away and hurriedly ran to the cubicle to lie down, but she didn't expect that it would be Song Juelin who came in.

For fear that he would be suspicious and angry, he shouted two sentences to remind Song Juelin that her life was saved by Mo Xianyun.

Song Juelin looked at Yue'er and felt a little guilty, because he was thinking too much and was almost deceived by Concubine Ru!

Yue'er was sick for the past two days, and Jingling took care of him in the house, and now he was infected with the plague because of the emperor, for fear of infecting others, Song Jingyue insisted on leaving him in the house to rest......

Although he always felt that Yue'er was reckless and willful, and she was bold and unscrupulous, this was her......

The two of them were in the same room, but they were innocent, and he even doubted the two of them!

It's just that Jingling is lying on the princess's couch, and Yue'er is a dignified emperor, but she is lying in the compartment, which is really unseemly!

Although there is a loss of decency, there is no transgression! It's just that this matter can't be known to others, otherwise, I don't know how Yue'er will be arranged!

Although Song Juerin wanted to kick Jingling off the bed with one kick, but thinking that he had saved Yue'er twice, he suppressed this breath, and when he was better, he would deal with him again!

Song Juelin put down the sword, and used his sleeve to help Song Jingyue wipe her sweat, wiping and wiping, he felt more and more inappropriate, let's take Yue'er away, she is already fine, wouldn't it be a shame to stay here any longer? It's better to bring it back to Tingquan Pavilion!

Thinking of this, Song Juelin picked up Song Jingyue and walked to the door.

After walking two steps and turning back, the Wu Yuan judged that Yue'er had a fever, but she still needed to recuperate, and this plague was not trivial, if it was a weak person, it was very easy to be infected.

It was precisely because of this that Song Hui promised that Song Jingyue and Mo Xianyun would both recuperate in Dongyuan and not move around.

Thinking of this, Song Juelin turned back again, put Song Jingyue back on the couch, sat beside her and looked at her.

"Yue'er, I'm here to accompany you!"

Hearing Song Juelin's voice, Song Jingyue turned over and lay with her back to him, thinking that it would be enough for her to infect one Mo Xianyun, and if this Song Juelin was also sick, it would be bad.

Thinking of this, Song Jingyue sat up suddenly, looked at Song Jue Rin, and made a surprised expression: "Brother Rin, why are you here?!" ”

Song Juelin was startled, she thought she was asleep, but she didn't expect to wake up, so she said hesitantly: "I, I don't suspect you and Jingling, I just care about you, so come in and take a look!" ”

There are really three hundred taels of silver here.

Song Jingyue pouted and looked at him: "You go quickly, go quickly, otherwise it will be bad if you are infected by Yue'er!" Let's go! Wu Yuan said that Yue'er only needs to take medicine on time and lie down for a few days and will be fine! Brother Jingling is the same, I must not infect you again! Hurry up, or what will happen to the gang of homeless people in the suburbs? ”

"Why don't you have anyone to serve here?" Song Juelin refused to leave.

"Yue'er has hands and feet, she doesn't need to be served, and Yue'er is not so delicate."

She doesn't let people serve, firstly, because she is a modern person, and she is not used to having people around to serve her. Second, she knows this plague in her heart, so she can rest and recuperate for a few days, and slowly recuperate the rest of her body.

Besides, if the person who served her was sick, and it was spread to the hundreds, would this palace still be gone? Also, if an ordinary minion is infected with the plague, he must just use the medicine and throw it out.

That's why she insisted on not letting people approach the dormitory to serve.

"Then how can you let him lie on your couch?" Song Juelin asked.

"Brother Jingling is no one else, he is Yue'er's life-saving benefactor, but he can't lie down on a bed? The best way to stop the plague now is to try to contact others as little as possible, Brother Rin, go quickly. Yue'er is protected by Brother Rin in the East Palace, and she is very safe, but Qi'er is in the Jade Palace, if the concubine is grounded, the people below don't know how to do their best, Brother Rin still goes to the Jade Palace to see Qi'er. ”

Seeing Song Jingyue's resolute attitude, Song Juelin said: "I would rather I am not the prince, just an ordinary person, at least I can take care of you like Jingling." ”

"Brother Rin, you regret not wanting to be the prince now, it's useless, let's go, don't let Yue'er worry." Song Jingyue smiled.

Song Juelin sighed, and finally had to leave.

After leaving Dongyuan, he had mixed feelings, and one day, he would break away from the name of "prince" and become a chic and arbitrary person.

However, in the current situation, how easy is it to talk about?

Walking and walking, Song Juelin walked to the West Garden for some reason, he was curious about what Mo Chengcheng was doing, so he climbed the wall to look, only to see two figures hiding behind the rockery, sneakily burning paper money.

Song Juerin's eyes flashed, today, it seems to be Mo Xianyun's death day.

He jumped off the wall, in a trance, and remembered Jingling's face in his head, thinking about it, and walked back to Dongyuan.

Strange, what's wrong with him today, he can't give up, and he can't go back to Tingquan Pavilion when he walks around.

If the doubts in his heart are not solved, he is afraid that he will continue to be so confused, thinking of this, Song Juelin walked to Song Jingyue's bedroom, and as soon as he walked to the door, he heard a voice inside.

He couldn't hear what he was saying, but he vaguely heard Song Jingyue say "Brother Yun".

Did you hear that wrong? Song Juelin walked lightly to the west window and listened close to his ear.

Mo Xianyun was asleep, but was woken up by the sound of Song Juelin and Song Jingyue talking, so she kept listening, and after Song Juelin left, Song Jingyue walked to the bed to see Mo Xianyun's situation, and then found that he woke up.

"Brother Yun, you can lie down for a few more days and you will be fine, lie down in peace." Song Jingyue said.

"Just now, the prince didn't notice that you and I ......"

"No, no, Yue'er fell asleep in the compartment." Song Jingyue waved her hand and said.

Song Juelin heard it clearly, Song Jingyue did call him "Brother Yun"!

Impossible, Mo Xianyun is dead, this person is Jingling!

But if he is Jingling, why is the way he makes sword moves so much like Mo Xianyun?!

But Mo Xianyun's leg is useless, this person is standing well!

Could it be that in order to get close to Yue'er, he deceived Yue'er that he was Mo Xianyun?! Yue'er thinks that he is Mo Xianyun, so she trusts him very much!

If he's a fake, wouldn't that be very dangerous?!

Song Juelin has a lot of thoughts popping up in her heart, but the most important thing at the moment is to let Jingling show her feet and let Yue'er see his front clearly!

How? If he is Mo Xianyun, he will definitely value Mo Chengcheng very much!

Then he can start with Ink Fall City!

Thinking of this, Song Juelin walked directly to Xiyuan, pushed open the door, frightened Mo Qingcheng and Ruolan into panic, and hurriedly stepped on the burning paper money.