After the hand was re-medicated, Jing Rong said "thank you".
Mujin was worried and instructed, "Don't touch water with your hands, and don't eat irritating food. You must avoid it. The lord himself should pay more attention."
"Um."
She swallowed a few times, "Has the lord been comforting these days?"
Jing Rong: "Well, I have to deal with things."
Upon hearing this, Mujin pursed her lower lip and lowered her eyebrows.
He mustered up his courage and asked in a soft voice, "Then, can I visit the prince often?"
This…
Of course not!
Jing Rong glanced coldly and said directly, "Miss Mujin, your kindness is accepted by the king, but something happened to the yamen recently, and the king is also busy, I'm afraid I won't be able to entertain you."
She immediately raised her head, "Mujin doesn't need anyone to take care of it, but it's not a secret from the lord, Mujin feels very speculative with the lord, and admires the lord's talent even more, so she dares to say this, if the lord is busy, it's fine, Mujin is by the side, there are many people in the yamen. Men, naturally don't know how to take care of people, and I heard that a young master was also injured, so let Mujin take care of the prince, it will never disturb you."
A pair of eyes full of anticipation!
Jing Rong's attitude was firm, "No, it's just a minor injury, Miss Mujin should go about her own business, so as not to be misunderstood."
Misunderstood
Hibiscus was apprehensive.
But Jing Rong has said this, what else can she say
Simply, can only nod!
But for the next day or two, Hibiscus still came to the yamen.
He never leaves Jingrong's side.
The means of flirting with Han are still quite high-end.
And Ji Yunshu didn't go to his yard anymore, and kept guarding Wei Yi, who was still unconscious.
Occasionally, I heard from the girls that "Ms. Hibiscus is here again", "Ms. Hibiscus is so talented" and so on.
She always pricked her ears to listen, as if a huge rock had sunk in her heart.
Jing Rong didn't know what was wrong. He never visited Wei Yi once. Moruo told him about Wei Yi's condition.
Is that man ruthless
Or do you mean something else
Ji Yunshu was too lazy to guess.
Simply close your ears and don't listen to those things.
As for Tang Si, he squatted in the yamen with a shameless face, chatting with Ji Yunshu or Mo Ruo all day long.
Even more sticky than the original Li Shiyan.
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The June drizzle slanted down, hitting the towering red walls and green tiles, setting off a thin layer of mist.
Looking around, it's hazy!
It seems to be deep in the lingering fairyland, adding a bit of vitality to the mysterious palace.
In the dilapidated Tongren Hall, the weeds that have not been trimmed for a long time have grown taller, the fragile and dry branches have been beaten to the ground by the rain, and the leaves flying all over the yard are dead and silent...
In the temple!
Jing Xian just came out of the inner hall, wearing a thin piece of clothes, walked slowly to the couch where he was resting, picked up a piece of agarwood with his well-jointed fingers, and gently threw it into the incense burner next to him. I took out a copy of "Zi Fu", and then half lay down on the couch and read the book.
The book in hand is turning page by page!
A faint scent of books lingered in the air.
Jing Xian has loved the scent of books since he was a child. He often reads books all day long because of this. Even if he is sleepy or tired, he will keep a book by his side.
As if it was the only way to sleep.
"Squeak."
The breeze blew through the crumbling broken window, making a harsh sound.
Immediately, a pigeon landed on the windowsill, lowered its head and began to peck at the rice grains on it.
Jing Xian's brows furrowed, and they flattened again in an instant!
He supported his heavy and tired body and walked to the window, reached out and stroked the smooth-haired pigeon. The pigeon was not afraid of him, and even rubbed his head against his palm.
"It's so cute!"
He smiled, slowly untied the hoop tied to the pigeon's feet, took off the small bamboo tube, held it in his hand, and did not open it immediately.
Instead, squeeze some rice grains from the small cup next to them and sprinkle them on the windowsill.
"Little guy, don't worry, there are."
as a reward!
"Cuckoo..." Pigeon seemed to understand human language.
Jingxian thought it was very interesting!
Only then did he slowly spread out his palm, took out the note from the small bamboo tube, and opened it.
On that piece of paper, two lines of words were written!
After reading it, he was silent for a few seconds, and the originally empty eyes became much more energetic. He raised his eyes, looked at the towering tree outside the window, and smiled.
And the note was kneaded into a ball by him, and then threw it into the stove and ignited a flame.
Just at this time, Fu Lu came in with the medicine.
"My lord, are you awake?"
"Um!"
"The slave has boiled the medicine, drink it while it's hot."
Fulu put the medicine down.
He exclaimed again, "It's raining drizzly outside, and it's very cold. The lord should close the window."
He ignored it and stood still.
It was not until the pigeon flew away after pecking at the grain of rice on the window sill that he closed the somewhat worn window.
He asked, "When will the repairers in the palace come?"
Fulu said, "I've already reminded me that the palaces in the north and south are leaking water, and I'll come back when they are repaired there."
"All gone?"
"That's what it said."
The two masters and servants knew in their hearts that there were so many eunuchs in the palace, and it was impossible for all of them to go there to repair the leaky palace, but the people in the palace felt that the Tongren Palace was unlucky, and there lived a sick and unloved prince, so they all Looking for a reason to drag it, even if it really can't be dragged in the end, I just send a few erring eunuchs over to take a look, just mess around and leave.
But Fulu felt strange!
In the past, my master didn't care if anyone came to repair it. Today, why did he suddenly ask
Just wondering, Jing Xian turned around and asked him again, "The palace on the north and south side is leaking? Is it where Concubine Zhao lived before her death?"
"Exactly."
Jingxian was surprised!
Concubine Zhao is Jingrong's biological mother. Since she was put into the cold palace, Concubine Zhao's palace has long been deserted over the years, let alone repairing the leaking roof, some palace maids and eunuchs have taken a detour.
Concubine Zhao Palace and Tongren Palace are almost half a catty.
"Father's order?" he asked.
"No, it's Concubine Xiao, who said that although Concubine Zhao made a mistake during her lifetime, but the person is already dead, there is no need to leave Concubine Zhao's palace deserted, so she sent someone to repair it. I heard that it was also nodded by the emperor."
"Oh?"
strangeness!
He sat back on the couch, pondered for a while, and muttered to himself, "What does Concubine Xiao want to do?"
Fulu didn't hear him.
Instead, he said worriedly, "Your Highness, hurry up and drink the medicine. This is the medicine that Young Master Mo asked Xiaotong to send before he left the capital. You can't break a single dose, so you should take it quickly."
Jing Xian glanced at the bowl of medicine and said, "Let it go, you go out first."
"My lord..."
"go out."
Fulu couldn't resist, so he had to back out to prevent the wind from entering, so he closed the door.
When the door was slammed shut, Jing Xian picked up the bowl of medicine, shook it gently, his eyes deepened...
The medicine in his hand was poured into the potted plant beside him.
The soil of the Baolan tree was originally orange-yellow, but because it was poured over bowls of medicine, the loess became more and more red, like it was stained with blood. Surprisingly, the Baolan tree grew more and more lush, and the top , even bearing a small fruit.
The bowl was put back in place by him!
"Come on, really soon!"
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