Jiang Suizhou rested at Xu Du simply because he was so tired that day.
He had been busy at the Ministry of Rites for a while, and when he came back, he came and tried with Xu Du again, and didn't eat a few bites of dinner at all.
When the dinner was taken down, he was about to leave, when he was together, he suddenly turned around, causing him to almost fall to the ground.
Xu Du supported him.
"The prince is weak, don't work too hard." Xu Du said.
Jiang Suizhou stabilized his figure and took a few breaths before he eased his energy slightly. He held the tabletop with one hand and waved his hand feebly: "Qianqiu Banquet, the ceremonial department is busy every day."
Xu Du helped him sit down on the couch by the side, turned around and lit the soothing incense, and said, "Yes, at this time of each year, Chaozhong is very busy-his subordinates will send people to the government doctor to show you. ?"
Jiang Suizhou shook his head.
"No need," he said. "Tossing back and forth is not tiring enough."
Xu Du nodded: "Yes. The subordinate asked someone to cook the soup for the prince to soothe the nerves—you can rest here today, right?"
His proposal is not unreasonable. After all, the backyard is far away from Anyin Hall, and there is a big garden in the middle. Jiang Suizhou had to sit on foot wherever he went, couldn't walk around in the garden, and had to make detours.
The turbulence and wind blowing on this road alone is tiring enough.
Jiang Suizhou moved his heart, but suddenly thought of something, he asked after a long time, "Do you have any extra beds in your room?"
Xu Du smiled lightly: "Don't worry, the prince, there is a blue cupboard in the room. Changjun usually stays here and sleeps there."
When they heard that both of them were sleeping, Jiang Suizhou nodded in relief.
As long as there is a bed to lie down, where to sleep
So, that night, he rested in Xu Du's room.
—
Jiang Suizhou did not sleep well this night.
I don't know whether the ink fragrance in the room is too weak, or the bed Xu Du used to sleep on is a bit hard. In short, Jiang Suizhou always feels that there is something missing in the room.
He woke up all night in a dream. When he got up in the morning, the soles of his feet seemed to be stepped on cotton, and he was a little blue now.
On this day there will be a great meeting.
When Jiang Suizhou got up early in the morning, he felt top-heavy, and his brain became confused.
He was a little upset. If you didn't steal this laziness last night, just go back to your yard and sleep.
Meng Qianshan had been waiting outside the hospital early in the morning.
Because he would have to pass the front yard to leave the house from here, Meng Qianshan did not give him court clothes. Jiang Suizhou casually ate breakfast here at Xudu, and went back to Anyintang.
When he entered the door, a tall figure sat at the table in the main hall.
Nikko Xiwei stretched his shadow, hitting the ink bamboo picture hanging in front of the hall, like a sharp blade cutting into the depths of the bamboo forest.
That was Huo Wujiu eating breakfast.
Jiang Suizhou crossed the threshold, and saw Huo Wujiu eating by himself, sitting upright and upright, without even paying attention to him.
This kind of cold treatment was too familiar to Jiang Suizhou, and even a little familiar, so that the irritability that he had not slept all night was dissipated by two points.
He didn't care about Huo Wujiu, let alone rushed to say hello to him, just as if he hadn't seen this person, he was supported by Meng Qianshan, bypassed Huo Wujiao, and went to change his robe in the inner room.
While walking, Meng Qianshan complained groaningly.
"The prince, did Mrs. Xu serve well yesterday? The slave saw that the prince didn't look good..."
Hearing this, Jiang Suizhou interrupted him.
"Talk about it," he said.
Meng Qianshan should be repeated again and again.
Jiang Suizhou paused and said, "The window papers in Xudu's room seem to be a bit old. You will have someone go there to see if there are any items to be replaced, please renew them at the same time."
The window paper was indeed not very good, and it leaked all night. Although others couldn't feel it, Jiang Suizhou suffered a lot. He felt that his nose was not ventilated when he got up in the morning.
Meng Qianshan should be repeated again and again.
The two talked and went straight to the inner room.
Jiang Suizhou didn't see it. The moment he walked around the screen, Huo Wujiu raised his head, frowned and looked at his back.
His footsteps were vacant, his eyes turned blue, and he was tired at first glance.
On weekdays, even if I slept on the couch all night, I had never seen him show such fatigue.
What could be the reason for being so tired after a night
Huo Wujiu felt inexplicably that the chopsticks in his hand didn't take advantage of his hand, making him unable to pick up the food, and the strength in his hand would inevitably be heavier.
He tried to focus his attention on the dishes on the plate, but to no avail.
The appearance of Jiang Suizhou's talent always appeared in front of his eyes. He only glanced at it clearly, but it was deeply imprinted in his mind, and he just hooked him to guess what Jiang Suizhou did last night.
The chopsticks in Huo Wu-Jiao's hand seemed to be slashed, and the beef with beef and soy sauce was crushed by him with two strokes.
But it just can't be clipped.
He was a little annoyed, and put his chopsticks on the table.
It must be because he didn't sleep well last night, that made him feel very bad this morning and think about it.
After all, he had never had any symptoms of insomnia before. Whether it was the wind and sand roaring like a wolf howling in the sun, or the ice and snow covered the armour and frozen flesh outside, he could sleep well.
But here is the only place, it's just that there is no one at night, so he can't fall asleep.
… It's the King Jing.
It is clear that there is a sick seed, who can't breathe even after walking a few steps, and it is not easy to return to the room to rest, but has the energy to mess around in the concubine's room
What do you still say to please yourself, can't bear to start? Seeing that he had to bear with the other people in the backyard, he came back after putting his hands down, still thinking about changing the window paper for them.
Ingenious words, nonsense.
This King Jing is really not kind.
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Jiang Suizhou changed court clothes early in the morning and left in a hurry.
Courtiers entered the palace and were always unable to bring entourage. Meng Qianshan sent Jiang Suizhou out of the palace all the way, and then returned to Anyintang to serve the "favored concubine" who was expressionless and sitting in danger.
On weekdays, this master is silent and does everything by himself, so he is very helpful. But today... He always feels something is wrong.
As for what's wrong? Meng Qianshan couldn't tell.
This master doesn't like to talk on weekdays, and he doesn't say a word today. On weekdays, he only loves to sit in the corner and read books, and this is also true today, no different from usual.
But Meng Qianshan always feels... The air pressure in the house is particularly low today.
This made him feel uncomfortable, and he could only breathe, spinning around the room like a flying insect that could not find its source.
After weighing it over and over again, Meng Qianshan said in his heart, although Mrs. Huo didn't wait to see the prince, she didn't see any tantrums from yesterday to today, but it's no harm to please the master and make him happy.
Thinking about this, Meng Qianshan cautiously nudged Huo Wujiu's side and moved forward.
"Lord, the weather is just right today. The minion will accompany you around the garden, right?"
Sun Yuan, who was waiting by Huo Wujiu's side, heard the words and looked out, and he saw the sky outside the window, a cloud of gray.
Lin'an has a lot of rain and water in the spring, and the sky has been cloudy for a while. Where is the sky right
He looked down and saw Huo Wujiu reading the book without saying a word.
Meng Qianshan knew that as long as the master didn't say rejection, he would do whatever they wanted.
Meng Qianshan was overjoyed if he had obtained the imperial edict, and he gave Sun Yuan a quick glance: "The master is going to visit the garden. Isn't it quick to move?"
Sun Yuan quickly pushed into the wheelchair and followed Meng Qianshan out of the yard.
The layout of Prince Jing's Mansion was exquisite, and Anyin Hall was in the best position in the mansion. After leaving the courtyard, turning south, he entered the gardens of the mansion.
The original owner of this garden was rich and exquisite. He set up 18 sceneries in the garden. Everywhere he went, he had his own wonderful sceneries and exquisiteness.
Meng Qianshan has been serving here for three years, and he can walk down the garden with his eyes closed. Now he has the desire to please Huo Wujiu again, so everywhere he goes, he talks endlessly, eloquently and vividly about the scene.
But Huo Wujiu did not support him.
He sat in the wheelchair with a cold face and didn't respond at all, rather like a deaf who couldn't hear.
Sun Yuan, who was pushing the wheelchair, heard with gusto. Where Meng Qianshan pointed, he would follow wherever he was. Sometimes when he saw the wonderful things, he would involuntarily sing and marvel at him, in exchange for an eye knife from Meng Qianshan.
However, he has always been nervous and can't see the displeasure of Meng Qianshan, just follow the scenery.
They walked slowly in the garden in this way, until they crossed a stone bridge and went to a bamboo forest.
"Look, madam, there is the'Youhuang Listening Spring' in our mansion! It's not just a bamboo forest. When we cross the bridge and walk into the forest, we will see..."
But listening to Meng Qianshan's eloquent voice, he suddenly stopped.
Sun Yuan was puzzled, and hurriedly followed his gaze.
In the bamboo forest, the stream is gurgling, and the winding path is quiet. An open-air chess couch is set under the hundred green bamboos, and the chessboard is carved with stone, which is very elegant.
At this time, there were two people sitting on the chess bed.
One person dressed in a red shirt and the other dressed in a green shirt, playing against each other in the forest.
Meng Qianshan was so annoyed that he called his ancestors, wishing to slap himself in the face. He slammed the brakes under his feet, raised his hand to grab Sun Yuan's shoulder, and forced him to make a U-turn on the narrow and delicate stone bridge.
"... The minion is wrong! It's just a broken bamboo forest, nothing to look at. There is a dead end ahead, turn around, let's go up and down..."
But at this moment, the silent ancestor in the wheelchair spoke.
"Isn't it'listening to the spring'?" he said. "Turn around, then go."
The cold voice seemed to be squeezed from the lips.
Meng Qianshan couldn't wait to kneel down for him.
You didn't pay attention to the minions all the way, so you were listening to the minions!
He hurriedly bowed, trying to persuade this ancestor not to go to "listen to the spring", but at the moment he bowed, Huo Wujiu's side face ran into his eyes.
He saw that the dark eyes were cold and sharp, not at all like the indifference and lack of interest of talent, but as sharp as a falcon, looking straight ahead.
For a time, Meng Qianshan only felt that this person was on the battlefield, with thousands of soldiers and horses behind him, his eyes were like torches, and the next moment he would personally take off the head of the thief.
Meng Qianshan followed his eyes.
… This ancestor is looking at Xu Du.