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After Wen Yi washed her face, she blinked and felt a sharp pain in her eyes. She narrowed one of her eyes and said to Zhu Fangyuan, "Can you help me see if there's eyelashes that have entered my eyes?"

Zhu Fangyuan moved closer to his and opened her eyes, saying: "Don't move, under your eyelids, I'll help you blow it out."

"Thank you!" Wen Yi half-squatted in front of him, then held her face in her hands and blew on it a few times.

There were footsteps outside the door, then they hurried outside.

Wen Yi stood up and called out, "Doctor Zhuge!"

Zhuge Ming stood up and turned to look at Wen Yi awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you had a friend here. Seeing that you didn't close the door, and thought that something was wrong, I came in to take a look."

Wen Yi said, "Oh, you must be here to pick me up, right? Just wait a moment, I'll be fine soon. " She knew that he had seen her and Zhu Fangyuan's posture from the door just now was extremely ambiguous, but she did not explain, and there was no need to explain, just let him misunderstand.

Zhuge Ming stood still, and his gaze landed on Zhu Fangyuan's face as he slightly nodded his head in greeting. Zhuge Ming said to Wen Yi: "Don't worry, I'll be waiting for you at the carriage. There's no need to rush."

Wen Yi agreed: "Alright, I'll be able to go after changing my shoes."

Zhuge Ming nodded and left, but before he left, he gave Zhu Fangyuan a glance.

Zhu Fangyuan looked at his back and said to Wen Yi: "Did he misunderstand? He probably thought we were that kind of relationship. Why didn't you explain? "

"What's there to explain? I don't mind. What do you mind? " Wen Yi sat on the stool and changed her shoes. There were many wounds on her feet, all of which she had walked and kicked, but she did not feel any pain, so she often ignored these wounds. Over time, the wounds would become inflamed and the new ones would become old, slowly but also old.

"I suspect that you did it on purpose. You know that he came in, so you intentionally let him see you. I just don't know why you did it." Zhu Fangyuan was rather dissatisfied.

Wen Yi said snappily: "My thoughts are too complicated, I have only mentioned Wen Yi's name to Song Yunqian before, and furthermore, Song Yunqian might not take it to heart. What he doesn't forget, is not Wen Yi, but Yang Luoyi, Princess Ning'an, from start to finish, is only Yang Luoyi."

Didn't you say that Song Yunqian would change your name to Wen Yi? He already knew that you weren't Yang Luoyi, and his relationship with Zhuge Ming was so close, he would definitely tell Zhuge Ming. So, you were afraid that Zhuge Ming might have suspicions in his heart, so you borrowed me to dispel them. " Zhu Fangyuan hit the nail on the head and said.

Wen Yi shook her head, "No, if I was this worried, I wouldn't have told him my name was Wen Yi during the interview." When Wen Yi first returned to the capital, he had actually thought that Song Yunqian and the others hadn't suspected her identity that day. But after going through a period of time where Zhuge Ming intentionally or unintentionally probed, she knew that Zhuge Ming knew something, and Zhuge Ming knew, and Song Yunqian definitely knew as well. In the end, she was not a playboy, so they probably saw through her in many ways. That was why she said that something had entered his eyes and acted out such an ambiguous play, in order to dispel the suspicions in Zhuge Ming's heart.

It was just that she was too embarrassed to tell Zhu Fangyuan that she had played a trick on him.

He hurriedly left the house, not giving Zhu Fangyuan any room to interrogate her.

On the carriage, Wen Yi was still thinking about what Zhu Fangyuan had just said and was a little conflicted. She had to be careful every step of the way, so that the other party wouldn't know her identity. She didn't even know what they knew about her, much less what they thought of her. To be honest, if Song Yunqian had known that she was not Yang Luoyi, but still chose to hide it from her, and even died in the end, the one he would grieve for was still her, then, she would be very sad, very sad, very pained, and very happy.

Zhuge Ming saw that she was distracted and asked: "That person from earlier, is he your husband?" He felt foolish to ask this because she was still dressed as a woman.

Wen Yi hesitated before denying it: "I'm not married yet."

Because of her moment of hesitation, Zhuge Ming thought that she was probably secretly together with this man, so he did not ask anymore, slightly nodding his head, and ended the conversation.

On the other hand, Wen Yi was a little anxious and fidgety. She lifted up the curtain and looked out at the limestone street. Listening to the sound of the carriage on the stone floor, her expression was somewhat lonely.

She closed the curtain and turned to ask Zhuge Ming, "Oh yes, what kind of person is that dead Princess Ning'an?"

Zhuge Ming looked at her quietly, "Why would you suddenly ask this? Are you interested in her? "

Wen Yi forced out a smile, "A little, I just want to know what kind of woman she is, worthy of your highness's concern, and even after she's been dead for many years, you still won't forget her."

Zhuge Ming's expression was startled for a moment, but quickly recovered back to normal. He said concisely: "She is a very good girl."

Seeing that he was not willing to speak further, Wen Yi did not ask anymore, and only gave an "oh" to end the conversation.

After a long while, Zhuge Ming suddenly looked at her and said: "You are very similar to her!"

The blood in Wen Yi's entire body solidified as he suddenly raised his head to look at him. The shock in his eyes made Zhuge Ming realize that he had lost control of himself.

Wen Yi's mind was in a state of turmoil, she then asked, "In this world, how many people are able to use acupuncture?" If she hadn't seen wrongly, the look in Zhuge Ming's eyes when he spoke of himself was clearly filled with love.

Zhuge Ming seemed to be saying this to her, but also to himself, "That's right, how many people know about acupuncture!"

Zhuge Ming felt a long pain in his heart, he slowly spilled it into his heart. In this world, there were many people with the same name and name. However, there was only one Wen Yi in that memory.

No matter how much the girl before him resembled her, she wasn't her.

However, he wasn't willing to give up. He had said all that anyway, so he made up his mind. He stared at her and asked, "Do you believe that you can borrow a corpse to return the dead's soul?"

Because of what he said, Wen Yi was completely stunned. She looked at him in shock and panic, but she quickly stabilized her emotions and said: "I don't believe it."

Zhuge Ming gazed at her and suddenly laughed, "Mn!"

There didn't seem to be any meaning behind her words, but it contained thousands of words. Wen Yi could not understand the meaning behind it, and she was even more unable to guess his sudden happiness.

Wen Yi's expression became serious, she looked at Zhuge Ming and said sternly: You believe that I can use this corpse to repay the spirit? This is a very ridiculous matter. "

Zhuge Ming nodded his head, "I also think it's ridiculous. However, Ning an report believes that the wangfei has a different name called Wen Yi, so I suggest that you not tell her that you're called Wen Yi when you go to the Duke Palaces later."

Wen Yi carefully examined his expression, a faint smile appearing on his handsome face. The haze from before seemed to have been swept away, and her clear eyes looked into hers without any concealment.

She trembled with fear: "Isn't the princess called Yang Luoyi?"

Yes, the Prince called her Wen Yi, he believes that you have reincarnated. Therefore, if you were to tell him that you are Wen Yi, and that you know how to acupuncture, he would suspect that you were his wife borrowing her soul to come back to see him. Zhuge Ming suddenly said it in a very white manner, as though the last layer of window paper had been punctured.

Wen Yi did not dare to speak for a long time. Her eyes were filled with panic and she rubbed her knees repeatedly, as if there was nowhere to place her hands.

He had tried her for a long time, always testing her with shallow words. She had handled it with ease because she had not been able to poke the weak spot in her heart. Her weakness was to borrow corpses to return the soul.

When he saw the man a moment ago, he felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart. Thus, when he was unable to control his emotions properly, he suddenly asked something so sharp. Unexpectedly, this sentence broke the camouflage she had been putting on for the past few days.

Fine, he finally understood.

He should have told this news to Song Yunqian right away, but he chose to hide it from him, and reminded Wen Yi not to reveal her name.

He comforted himself, he was afraid that if he guessed wrongly, Song Yunqian would have to endure disappointment again, and he might not be able to do so.

Moreover, if she was Wen Yi, she would definitely be able to cure him. When Ke Er wakes up, she would probably be happy.

Wen Yi's heart was in a mess, she didn't know how to deal with Zhuge Ming. She felt that Zhuge Ming had seen through her, but she felt that he probably did not know.

What Wen Yi did not know was that when Yang Luoyi died, she told her father about this matter in a dream once, so she thought it was a secret. Actually, all the big bosses in the palace knew about it, including Song Yunqian and Zhuge Ming of course.

They didn't say anything along the way.

Zhuge Ming's mind was in a mess, but wasn't Wen Yi the same? In fact, if not for the fact that Song Yunqian's legs had not recovered, she would not have come back at all.

Just as the carriage came to a stop, two guards rushed out from inside, looking flustered. When they saw Zhuge Ming, they immediately pounced forward and said with a trembling voice: "Doctor Zhuge, it's good that you came, the prince was assassinated!"

Wen Yi was shocked stiff, like she had heard thunder. Her blood suddenly froze.

Zhuge Ming pulled the guard and asked anxiously: "How are your injuries?"

The guard said: "Three strikes, his sword is fatal, the imperial physician is already saving him, but for insurance's sake, brother Xiao San will go find you."

Zhuge Ming released him, could not care about Wen Yi, and anxiously ran back into the residence.

Wen Yi's limbs were ice-cold, she anxiously followed inside.

She could not be sad that she did not enter this door for three years, and her heart was only concerned about Song Yunqian's injuries.

She followed Zhuge Ming to the Zhi Yi Lu and stood in front of the door absentmindedly for a moment. How were Xiao Ju and mama doing? Hot tears welled up in her eyes. Without any mental preparation, she was about to confront the person that she could not let go.

After entering the gate, a group of servants stood fearfully in front of the gate on the stone steps of the courtyard. She raised her head and met mama's eyes. Hurry and enter to see your highness! "

Wen Yi forced back her tears and tried her best to keep her tone constant, "Please lead the way mama."

Outside the room, Xiao Ju and Xiao Qing were standing uneasily in front of the door. Seeing that the mama had arrived, the two of them raised their heads and rushed over, saying in a trembling voice, "mama, the imperial physician has not come out for a long time."