Chapter 25 My Hands Through Your Black Hair

Still walking in the palace, Fan Xian saw several more empresses, talked some gossip, and received some rewards, and became a little bored. But he did not dare to show any expression on his face. This was in the palace. Who knew who the little eunuch next to him was, and whose confidant the little palace maid who was picking willow branches there? If his boredom was watched by these people, these people would whisper to their master. Their master would blow the fragrant wind next to His Majesty's pillow. Can he be better? Even if he had had tea and chatted with His Majesty, he could only be beaten and unable to defend himself.

But when Fan Xian thought of the next few masters he would meet, he felt calm, and even had a hint of coldness and coolness. However, when he looked at the palace, his eyes were still filled with smiles, and he seemed to be looking forward to it. Yaohua Palace is much larger than other palace courtyards, highlighting the identity of the owner inside. The place lives here is the Empress of Qing Kingdom and the one who is in the world.

Fan Xian did not expect that the queen's summoning would end so simply.

The queen smiled gently on her face, and her words made Fan Xian feel as comfortable as spring breeze. Looking at the queen's bright and precious cheeks and the quiet eyes of the queen, Fan Xian responded respectfully, and a very ridiculous feeling surged in her heart. The woman in front of her, who was so beautiful and noble, and her every move made people feel very comfortable, was the one who wanted to kill herself four years ago!

Kneeling down and knocking two heads, Fan Xian left Yaohua Palace with a restless expression. The meeting with the queen began simply and ended in a hurry. Seeing that the other party could hide his emotions so well, and even had no strange emotions at all, it only means that the queen looked at Fan Xian without any uneasiness. Fan Xian smiled, with the corners of his lips slightly blooming, but his heart was cold. Maybe he had overestimated his importance after all. For these nobles in the palace, killing himself four years ago was just a small matter.

When he arrived outside the Guangxin Palace Gate, the eunuch who followed him all the way carefully arrived at the rear, not daring to say anything, and the palace maid Xing'er was also very eye-catching. He whispered to Fan Xian: "Please come in with Mr. Fan."

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows and thought that he would go in before he could even pass it on. Not much was too unruly. If he was cut by the eldest princess' mother-in-law with a sword, who would he ask for to reason? Lin Chong was just trapped in this way back then. But he knew that it was not that scary today, and these eunuchs and palace maids were just afraid of the eldest princess for no reason.

The eldest princess Li Yunrui has a bit of masculine name. However, she is a very weak person. Of course, this is just an illusion. She has many identities, the actual controller of the inner treasury, and the old lover who is quite old. His Majesty's most capable political assistant, the transcendent existence in the harem, and the queen mother's most beloved daughter.

For Fan Xian, the other party actually has only two identities: one is the enemy who once wanted to kill him, and the other is his future mother-in-law.

There was a trace of coldness in Guangxin Palace. In the vast sky and earth, the palace gate was naturally not closed. When standing outside the door, you could see some sleeping cold plums, orchids that were disgusted with heat, green bamboos that had been in the past, and daisies that were not blooming. In the palace, you could see many white veils flying gently. The overall feeling was as pure and tender as a fairy tale world. Fan Xian felt a coldness between his eyebrows. It seemed that he was infected by the atmosphere of this palace.

A palace maid in her twenties appeared at the door and bowed slightly to Fan Xian. The palace maid had very long eyebrows, but her eyes were a little cold, but her speech and body movements were still very polite. She welcomed Fan Xian into the palace respectfully.

The sha was all sha. Fan Xian was stunned and pulled away the white shaman that came towards him. The shaman in Guangxin Palace was much more shaman than I saw in the back garden of Prince Jing's Mansion last time. The arrangement around seemed a bit strange. It was inconsistent with the solemn atmosphere in the palace, but it looked like a place where a little girl was waiting to be a boudoir.

At the end of the heavy veil is a short bed on the ground, with a woman in a light pink dress lying there, with one arm and one jaw, and a romantic look naturally revealed between her waist, her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, but her expression is timid and adorable.

This was the first time that Fan Xian saw his mother-in-law, the eldest princess. Just like many people who saw the eldest princess Li Yunrui for the first time, he was dumbfounded, not knowing whether the woman he saw in front of him was true or false, whether the man on the painting or the fairy in the water.

The eldest princess is 30 years old, but her expression looks very similar to a young girl who is just sixteen years old. Her eyebrows and eyes and straight black hair naturally scattered on the couch's hands are enough to make all the men in the world yearn for a longing for. Fan Xian was shocked, and his wonderful encounter, and the mind that Danzhou has developed for 16 years calmed his mind, but he still had to admit that although his mother-in-law is somewhat similar to Wan'er, she is much more beautiful than Wan'er.

Although Fan Xian could still remain calm, he was unwilling to call the other person a mother-in-law in his heart. He seemed to feel that this shouting was indeed very incompatible with the other person's natural beauty. The eldest princess glanced at Fan Xian, and there was no idea how much content it contained in this look, and she was timid and attracted people's love. She opened her lips slightly and said, "Pick up a chair and sit on it yourself. I have a headache."

Fan Xian looked around with some anxiety and found that the eldest princess said nonsense. There was not even a chair in the huge Guangxin Palace. When he was wondering, he listened to the eldest princess' soft voice: "Fan Qing family, I heard that you are proficient in medical skills. Wan'er is in good health these days, and it's all for you."

Fan Xian quickly bowed and said, "The eldest princess praises it all depends on the careful care of the imperial doctors. I just gave some folk remedies."

"Oh?" The eldest princess stretched out her thin fingers and rubbed her temples. As her fingertips rubbed her head, the corner of her forehead gradually turned red. "There are folk remedies for migraines. I have a severe headache these days."

The eldest princess has a headache. Fan Xian heard Wan'er say this. Last time, he heard the prince mention it occasionally outside the summer resort. But what Fan Xian paid more attention to was the eldest princess' name and claiming to herself. In a few words, the eldest princess called you and me, which seemed particularly intimate. Fan Xian smiled slightly and said, "There are many kinds of headaches. When the teacher taught her, she also had a headache."

This was a bit indifferent, but the two headaches were quite interesting. The eldest princess smiled slightly and felt soft and charming. Fan Xian knew that his relationship with Fei Jie was no longer a secret in Kyoto, and it was even more impossible to hide it from the eldest princess, so he simply made it clear.

"Is there really no good way?" The eldest princess didn't ask about the rest today, but she was just circulating on the headache, her face full of sorrow and weak, "It's really hurting me these days."

Fan Xian lowered his eyes slightly and calmed down: "I have learned a set of massage methods. Although it can only treat symptoms but not root causes, it always has some soothing effects."

The eldest princess' eyes lit up and she said softly: "Then try it now."

Fan Xian smiled bitterly and said, "This...is a bit inconvenient."

The eldest princess covered her lips and burst into laughter: "I didn't expect that Fan Dazi, who is famous in Jinghua, is still a polite little sour student. Not to mention the illness is urgent, I just said that you will be my son in a few days, so what are you afraid of?"

Fan Xian looked at the other party's girlish expression and thought of the other party's real age. He should have felt very disgusting, but looking at the eldest princess's tender and smooth cheeks, as clear as Chuye's eyebrows, it was really hard to feel disgusted. But listening to the word "son", he still sneered in his heart, but he responded calmly: "Elder has a life, how dare he not obey?"

The eunuch brought a copper basin of clean water, Fan Xian washed his hands carefully, then slowly walked to the eldest princess, took a few deep breaths, calmed down his mood, and tried not to let his eyes fall on the white neck that was slightly exposed under the eldest princess' black hair, and steadily stretched out his hands and placed them on the other party's head.

My fingers passed through the eldest princess' black hair, and the tips floated through the gentleness, and there was a slight itch.

Fan Xian simply closed his eyes and fantasized about himself like Uncle Wu Zhu, covering a black cloth, touching the princess's hairline with his fingertips, then gently pressing his thumbs on his temples with his thumbs on his face, and his two index fingers were scribing her eyebrows at the same time, confirming the position between her eyebrows.

One knock.

The eldest princess seemed not ready and snorted softly, but couldn't hear whether it was pain or pressing it to the part. Fan Xianping calmed down and relied on his understanding of the acupoints of the human body to rub her slowly and steadily. Every time his fingers touched Li Yunrui's head, the skin was so stable.

"Yeah." The eldest princess frowned, wondering if she was a little rash. She really didn't expect that this little guy's technique was so good. Her fingertips seemed to have a slight airflow, rubbing the source of her pain. Every stroke and every press would make her feel much more relaxed, and her spirit gradually relaxed, and she seemed to slowly feel sleepy.

"Is this technique also taught by Fei Jie?" She half-closed her eyes, leaned against the bed, opened her red lips slightly, and asked casually.

"The method of identifying acupoints was taught by Mr. Fei." Fan Xian's fingers were still moving steadily on his smooth skin, and his voice did not tremble at all: "This massage method was learned by himself." As the saying goes, he became a doctor after a long illness. When he was lying on the hospital bed in his previous life, he still had a hint of desire to stand up again in the early days, so the cute little nurse often helped him massage his legs and muscles all over his body, but later he was desperate, but Fan Xian remembered the massage method.

"It's pretty good." The eldest princess praised, then slowly closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth and relaxation brought by the boy's hands.

The Guangxin Palace was quiet, the eldest princess' eyes were closed, her long eyelashes were resting on her fair skin, and she trembled slightly. She suddenly said, "If you want to marry Wan'er, you must forget what happened four years ago."
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