After Gu Jiao left the palace, she went directly to Zhuque Street.
The first course of treatment for Princess Xinyang has ended, and the curative effect is not bad, so the second course of treatment will begin.
Gu Jiao put the medicine from the small medicine box into a small porcelain bottle and handed it to Princess Xinyang.
Neither of the two mentioned anything about the palace.
In fact, not to mention Princess Xinyang, she also heard of it. After all, she also has some old people in the palace. They will give her news when necessary. For example, the last time the Guards arrested Long Yi, her old department gave her a tip.
It's just that she was drunk at that time, and it was Xiao Liulang who entered the palace to calm Empress Xiao's anger.
Needless to say how it calmed down, he must have confessed his identity to Empress Xiao.
There are more and more people who know his identity, and this paper ball will eventually lose its fire.
"What is the princess thinking?" Gu Jiao noticed Princess Xinyang's distraction.
"It's nothing." Princess Xinyang returned to her senses and looked at the medicine bottle on the table, "Is that all? It seems that there is one less bottle than last time."
Gu Jiao explained, "Princess's heart disease has improved, so there is no need to take another medicine."
Princess Xinyang nodded.
Yu Jin came over and took the medicine bottle and put it away.
Gu Jiao was about to get up to leave, but Princess Xinyang hesitated and stopped her: "What's wrong with his legs?"
Gu Jiao looked at her and said, "Does the princess want to ask how his leg was injured? Or does he want to ask if his leg can be treated effectively?"
Princess Xinyang said: "Ask all."
Gu Jiao put the small backpack she lifted back on the table: "He was injured to save people. About two years ago, he didn't get proper treatment at first, which caused his right foot to become disabled. Every step he took, it hurt. like a cone."
Princess Xinyang clenched her hands tightly.
Gu Jiao continued: "It took about a year for him to correct the injury of his right foot through surgery, but because he had been lame for too long, the muscles in his right leg were weak, and he still couldn't walk. He spent another half a year on rehabilitation. Rehabilitation is hard work.”
Princess Xinyang's eyelashes trembled slightly: "Then why is it still not good?"
"The wound on her body has healed." Gu Jiao pointed to her heart, "Here, even my scalpel can't do anything."
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The demotion of King Ning caused a great uproar in the capital. Mrs. Zhuang deliberately manipulated the people's hearts and tried to make a lot of money, but Queen Xiao was not a vegetarian.
How much money your Master Zhuang gives, I will give three times!
––– Finally, she’s not as stingy as her brother.
The ultimate beneficiary of manipulating people's hearts is the old sacrificial wine. Whoever takes the money will write a whitewashing story for whomever, and then sell it to the staff in the teahouse and the storyteller.
The lines he wrote are logical and simple, and the words and sentences are well-chosen, with a strong sense of substitution, and are well received by the restaurant staff and storytellers.
Empress Xiao succeeded in defeating Mrs. Zhuang with a very different temperament from her elder brother, and obtained the ultimate whitewashing package for the old sacrificial wine.
Of course, Lao Jijiu did not use his real name to contact the two forces. The three parties used the study as a contact point. Lao Jijiu played two roles, and contacted the two sides as two writers.
Empress Xiao thought that the book writer she had found was more powerful, but in fact she just had the money in place.
The old sacrifice wine made a small profit.
He patted his bulging purse with the silver bills, and no longer worried about Zhuang Jinse coming to rob private money!
Then as soon as he entered the house, he was robbed.
Old Sacrificial Wine: Woo, his banknotes haven't been warmed yet——————
Prince Ning's case was a tumultuous one. In contrast, the news that the Crown Princess suddenly went to the palace to recuperate from a serious illness seemed a little calm. In fact, whether it was Prince Ning or Wen Linlang, they had little to do with Bishui Hutong, and they were most concerned about it. It's still Rokuro's child.
The child seems to have lost weight recently.
Aunt Liu came to ask: "Aunt Huo, what's wrong with your Liu Lang? I've seen him look preoccupied several times when I come to the door."
Empress Dowager Zhuang sighed: "Oh, I miss my mother."
"Ah, he has a mother." Aunt Liu and the neighbors have never seen or heard this family mention it, and even think that Xiao Liulang is a child without a mother, "Is his mother good-looking?"
His dad is pretty good anyway.
Aunt Liu thought of Marquis Xuanping and thought he was prettier than Aunt Huo's son.
In fact, no one told her that Xuanpinghou and Xiao Liulang were father and son, but when they stood together, no one thought they were not father and son.
"It's alright." Empress Dowager Zhuang thought for a while and said.
Princess Xinyang inherited the beauty of the late emperor and Concubine Yu, and even Ning An couldn't compare to her.
"Then Aunt Huo, what do you think of me?" Aunt Liu put on a pose, "Isn't it stupid?"
Empress Dowager Zhuang glanced at her. You are the first person who dares to compare beauty with Princess Xinyang in the capital.
Empress Dowager Zhuang admired her courage and nodded: "Well, no."
Aunt Liu stiffened her back and hummed: "If his mother doesn't want him, I'll be his mother! If she dares to come, I will compare with her!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a carriage stopped in front of her, and a woman in a green cape slowly stepped off the carriage.
Aunt Liu always only looked at the man's face, but now she was also shocked by the man's appearance.
How can someone look so good-looking
If Yujin's appearance made Aunt Liu stunned, then when Yujin stood still and helped Princess Xinyang off the carriage, Aunt Liu was petrified on the spot.
The all-powerful Empress Dowager Zhuang looked calm and patted Aunt Liu on the arm: "Well, the person you want to compare with is here."
Aunt Liu: "..."
When Princess Xinyang saw Empress Dowager Zhuang, her expression was slightly stunned. It was not that she was shocked why she appeared here, but that she was dressed like an old folk lady and stayed here.
She still had Erlang's legs crossed, Yuzai Youzai nibbled melon seeds, and she didn't show any restraint when she saw her.
At first glance, it is the old rivers and lakes.
This is the Empress Dowager Zhuang, whom Princess Xinyang has never seen before. She always believed that everyone in the upper ranks had two faces, but she was really surprised that the appearance was different to this extent.
Princess Xinyang quickly put away her surprise, stepped forward and bowed slightly. There were neighbors, but she did not reveal the identity of Empress Dowager Zhuang.
She opened her mouth: "I..."
"Westinghouse." Empress Dowager Zhuang said without lifting her eyelids while nibbling on the melon seeds.
Westinghouse is still easy to find.
Princess Xinyang thanked Empress Dowager Zhuang, walked into the main room, turned around and walked outside the Westinghouse.
The Westinghouse door was ajar. Xiao Liulang sat behind his desk and studied the math book of Yan Kingdom. At first, Gu Jiao thought that the book contained advanced numbers. Extensive, some are the contents of the book, some are like small notes written down by the owner of the book.
Xiao Liulang didn't go to the Hanlin Academy these days, he was studying this in his study.
The research was so invested that I didn't even notice that someone was coming.
Princess Xinyang gently walked into the house and looked at the furnishings in the house. Compared with Suzaku Street and the Princess Mansion, it was not worth mentioning, but it was clean and concise with a touch of warmth and book fragrance.
The warm feeling comes from the little messy boxes on the ground.
––––Small headroom has harmed his own things again. He has nowhere to put things, so he has to rummage through boxes to find them.
However, it is this seemingly out of place mess that gives this quiet and cold room a touch of home.
Xiao Liulang's desk is now a third of the world.
The largest part was occupied by Xiaojingkong, and the other two parts, one belonged to Xiao Liulang's private area, and the other belonged to his common area with Xiaojingkong.
The little guy also drew lines on the desk.
Just looking at the lines on the table, Princess Xinyang's mind involuntarily came up with a picture of one big and one small staring at each other in order to compete for territory.
An undisguised sourness surged in Princess Xinyang's heart.
Xiaohou, who can buy desks all over the world with just a few fingers, would be wronged in such a place, sharing a desk with a little beanie.
But Xu is having his cooking experience first, and her acceptance is higher than before.
Xiao Liulang didn't raise his head until he had finished the arithmetic problem in his hand, and at this time it had been a quarter of an hour since Princess Xinyang entered the room.
Xiao Liulang looked at Princess Xinyang, who was watching him quietly across the desk, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Can I... have a few words with you? I'll leave after that." Princess Xinyang said as usual.
Xiao Liulang's eyes flickered slightly, he paused, and said, "Okay."
Princess Xinyang turned around and closed the door before coming to sit down opposite Xiao Liulang.
The afternoon sun was shining quietly outside the window, and in the yard was the sound of neighbors gossiping about whose daughter-in-law was going to give birth and whose cat was lost, which made the Westinghouse extraordinarily quiet.
They haven't sat together like this for four years. Both of them are a little uncomfortable, but this discomfort is more from the breakdown of the mother-son relationship. No one knows what the other is thinking, let alone whether it should be or not to continue to maintain.
In the end, it was Princess Xinyang who spoke first: "Tell me about your experience, where did you go after you left the capital?"
(End of this chapter)