Xing Yingbuyi: "Hey, this is mine."
Song Ning snorted: "It's mine now!"
Song Ning's appearance and even his behavior reminded Xing Ying of Yuan Qiu's home in Yonghe Lane a few months ago. Yuan Qiu also gave him a bowl of rice, but the prince took it away with his own hands -
The simple dish may seem bland, but in fact it is refreshing and tasty. Song Ning has always had a small appetite, so today she ate two bowls for the first time. One of them made her feel good, and the other of them tasted wonderful.
The steward who was waiting on the side was also amazed when he saw it, and said with a smile: "Doctor Xia is really a wonderful man. The master has not had two bowls of rice for many years. It can be seen that Dr. Xia is not only good at medicine, but also good at cooking!"
Xing Ying is not without pride. Their princess is of course a good one. She has good looks, wonderful medical skills, amazing cooking skills, is easy-going, and has a pure heart. She is so good that you can't find her even with a lantern.
Thinking of this, Xing Ying couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at Song Ning. This guy didn't know where he got his blessings to be able to be taken care of by the princess like this. If the prince knew about it, he would definitely overturn the jealousy. No, what happened in the Song Mansion today? He couldn't let out a single word about it.
After dinner, Yuan Qiu took Song Ning for a walk in the garden. Along the way, he talked about the trivial things in life that he should pay attention to, telling him that he should bask in the sun more and move around more, and not hide in the house in the shade.
Song Ning just smiled and nodded, remembering every item.
This time, he really wanted to live longer, longer.
After walking for half an hour, the three of them returned to the front hall. Yuan Qiu took his pulse again and saw that his weak and weak pulse had improved. Although it was not obvious, it was a good start. She believed that as long as he persisted, With continued treatment, all the cold poison in his meridians and qi orifices will eventually be forced out. However, for the cold poison that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, another method must be found.
Happy time always passed quickly. When Yuan Qiu said goodbye to him, he was shocked to realize that one day had passed by without him noticing.
For the first time in many years, he felt that time was passing quickly, and he wished it could go slower.
Looking at Xia Yuanqiu's retreating back, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that there were many firsts today, and there seemed to be surprises everywhere when he was with her.
Outside the Song Mansion, a gorgeous carriage has been waiting for a long time. On one side of the carriage, Zhu Yan, dressed in black and elegant clothes, has been waiting for a long time. His handsome brows are furrowed, his thin lips are pressed into a straight line, and there is suppressed anger in his eyes. , it was not until the tall red-lacquered door opened and the light white shadow came out from inside that his frown eased slightly.
As soon as Xing Ying saw his master, his heart couldn't help but tremble. His running legs involuntarily slowed down, and he deliberately trailed behind Xia Yuanqiu.
The master's eyes are a little scary today!
"Why are you here?" Yuan Qiu chuckled, took two quick steps, and stood in front of him.
The anger in Zhu Yan's brows and eyes had dissipated when he saw her: "You can come, but I can't?"
He reached out to hold her shoulders and looked her up and down. When his eyes touched the blood on her white clothes, his expression immediately changed: "Are you injured?"
Zhu Yan glanced at Xing Ying as he spoke. The coldness was enough to give someone frostbite.
Yuan Qiu smiled and shook his head: "Don't be afraid of wind or rain. This is not my blood, it is Song Ning's."
Xing Ying quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes, it was the blood spit out by Song Ning and some of it splashed on Miss Xia." That's all, he added in his mind.
His prince loves his wife as much as her life. If Miss Xia is even slightly injured, he will definitely be miserable.