"The Goddess is missing, and it's too late for His Majesty to blame the Prince, so he will naturally ignore him!" Dongfang Jing's eyes moved slightly, as if thinking of something, "Dongmei, send someone to the Imperial Academy!"
"Looking for a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, Murong Yuan?" Dongmei had been by Dongfang Jing's side for a long time, like a roundworm in her stomach, she guessed right away what she was thinking.
"En." Dongfang Jing nodded, "I invite him to meet at Prince Gong's Palace tomorrow."
"Okay." Dongmei agreed.
Dongfang Jing's mind was full of thoughts. As Shen Zhaoyu said, she now has more worry-free by her side. Even if it's not for King Ning, she should find a way out for Wuyou.
After dinner, it rained heavily, and the entire capital city was shrouded in hazy mist.
"Master, the sixteen brothers selected by this slave have already laid ambushes in the four corners of the Prince's Mansion, and you can do it with just one order!" Dongmei served up sweet soup after dinner.
"En." Dongfang Jing responded, her temples suddenly throbbed, and the pain was abnormal.
She stretched out her hand to rub it, and some broken memories flashed in her mind, and then she remembered that she hadn't taken the medicine today.
"Dongmei, go and make me a cup of medicine!" Dongfang Jing rubbed the center of her brows.
Dongmei suddenly remembered something, frowned and said, "Master... this, this..."
"What's wrong?" Dongfang Jing took a sip of soup and tried her best to calm down.
Dongmei said, "The last time I had used up the fairy grass, I went to the Taifu mansion according to the master's order, but unfortunately there was nothing in the storeroom of the Taifu mansion, it was emptied out long ago." The servant girl knew that the master was suffering from a headache, so she didn't dare to delay, so she hurriedly sent someone to ask the price on the black market... As a result... "
"Why?" Dongfang Jing frowned.
"The black market in Ningdu City seems to be manipulated by someone. It is said that as early as seven or eight days ago, someone purchased at a high price, and already purchased all the existing fairy grass! Right now, even if we have money, we can't buy that. The herb is here!" Dongmei was anxious, "Master, your medical skills are excellent, how about this...prescribe a new prescription to avoid this herbal medicine, and the servants go to the prescription to get the medicine again, and quickly boil the medicine and send it to you?!"
Dongfang Jing was stunned and said nothing.
If this prescription could avoid the "Returning Immortal Grass", she would have tried to avoid it long ago!
After all, the fairy grass grows in the arid desert, and Daning country has a lot of rain, so it can't grow at all! In Daning Kingdom, it's not that it's so expensive, it's that it's hard to find one!
"Forget it." She cleared her throat, "Help me make a cup of strong tea! As for the black market, you should send someone to keep an eye on it in private. Wangfu, must be resolved early!"
"Yes!" Xinlan nodded.
Dongfang Jing raised her eyes and glanced at the sky, there was still an hour and a half before midnight. She was tired all day, and her bones were about to fall apart, so she planned to take a short nap while taking advantage of this moment.
Backyard, inner house.
Hanging high above the beam, Chu Xuan didn't say a word, watching the woman in front of her take off her robe and only put on obscene clothes and trousers, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
He turned around quietly and landed quietly.
Probably because of the headache, Dongfang Jing's head was dizzy, and she slept very restlessly.
In my mind, for a while, there was the scene of the white-clothed Wuyou falling into the top of the Nine Yi Mountains, and for a while, it was the scene of Chu Xuan in a bright red robe, hugging her and kissing... No! That person is not her, but Wan Yun! Wan Yun three years ago!