The captain of the guard helped him up with a smile, looked at the quiet man again, with a hesitant expression, and said for a while, "I think you are not bad, but you know martial arts?"
The man shook his head.
"Your Excellency must have seen the difference in this kid's literary style, right?" Puyuan Butler said with a smile, "He comes from a scholarly family, and his family has been a private school teacher for generations. He lives in Gaoshan in the south, but his father passed away early. An academy was set up there again, and he came here to sell his body because he had no source of livelihood. I saw that he could read and write, and thought that there was a lack of a servant in the prince's study, so I wanted to show it to the prince. If your lord wants to... "
"No, no." The captain of the guard waved his hand quickly, "What do you want him to do if he doesn't know martial arts?"
As he said that, he went out with the tall man, and the servant came in with a soldering iron in his hands. The red-hot soldering iron sizzled on the iron plate. When the tall man passed by, he showed a mixed expression of happiness and regret on his face.
The man lying on the bed turned his head to look at the soldering iron, then turned his head indifferently.
The soldering iron pressed against the skin and made a long "sizzling" sound. In the smoky smoke, a burnt smell instantly permeated the whole room, making people tremble when they smell it.
The screams and howls sounded in the room, and the tall man listened with his ears pricked up, thinking that he didn't seem to hear the moans of the quiet man.
In a blink of an eye, he saw that the captain of the guard seemed to be listening to the screams with his ears pricked up, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "My lord, where should the little one join the guard? Is the prince personally guarding?"
"You have a good idea!" Interrupted by him, he forgot to continue listening. The captain of the guard rolled his eyes, "You are a rookie who has not accomplished anything, it would be great if you can guard outside the second courtyard!"
"Oh." The tall man followed behind him a little disappointed, rubbing his chin, his wretched eyes narrowed, revealing a thoughtful expression.
He was thinking... Should I go back to the soldering iron again...
Suixuezhai is currently the busiest place in Puyuan - there is a constant flow of doctors coming and going, and the poured medicine dregs almost form a road, and because His Highness King An often comes here and sometimes rests here, so the guards are also the strictest.
Early in the morning, she woke up in the smell of medicine, and opened her eyes tiredly, and heard the mother-in-law and servant girl calling in surprise: "Miss is awake!"
She twitched the corners of her mouth, which was a smile.
In the past few days, she slept more and more and woke up less and less, so that every time she woke up, she would alarm Jin Siyu grandly.
Seeing her waking up, the mother-in-law rushed to report to Jin Siyu, she squinted her eyes, and suddenly said to the maid: "Help me up and make up for me."
The maid was stunned, wondering when did you pay so much attention to appearance? In the past, he was as dirty as a monkey and still had the nerve to lean on His Highness's shoulder, but now he is very sick and dying.
She pursed her lips and remained silent, but the maid didn't dare not listen to her words—I always felt that there was a force in this woman's silence, which could not be ignored, and besides, this person was very aggressive—would overturn the table.
Helping her up, she slumped down limply. She tried her best to support her, and her face was flushed. The maid hurriedly added three or four big soft pillows to support her. She took the dowry and asked: " What kind of makeup does the girl want?"
Picked up some brightly colored lip balm and blush, thinking that she finally got the hang of it and wanted to seduce His Highness before she died, but she pointed to a few faint colors and said, "This one."
Those blushes and lipsticks were very pink in color. After putting on the makeup, her pale complexion disappeared a lot, her cheeks became flushed, and her lips were pinkish.
Only then did the maid know why she didn't choose bright colors. She was too thin and pale due to illness. Once she used bright colors, she would look superficial and fake. It's not as good as these mild colors, which look more real, so she sincerely praised, "The girl is so beautiful .”
She stared at herself in the bronze mirror. The woman in the mirror was beautiful and beautiful, except for a red mark between her eyebrows that looked like a birthmark or blood, which made people feel weird, but in the weirdness, there was a bit of bewitching beauty. , breathtaking.
She stroked the mark slowly, with a strange expression, and then murmured dreamily: "Yes? No?"
The maid couldn't hear what she was saying, but when she looked back at her, she smiled lightly, a little perplexed, a little lonely, a little helpless, and a little determined. Such complex expressions mixed together, swaying in the morning sunlight, made people feel sad. Thinking of the flowers in the fog, they seem to be so beautiful, but you can't pick them.
The maid held her breath, but she had already thrown away the bronze mirror, looked at herself, and said, "Change my clothes, I want long-sleeved ones."
The maid looked at her in amazement—couldn't her clothes have long sleeves? Don't the sleeves cover all the way to the back of the hand
She lowered her eyes, looked at her still bandaged hand, said: "The cloth wrapped me uncomfortable, so I took it off, and then changed to one with very long sleeves, so don't let the prince see it."
After saying so many words, she was out of breath, and the maid didn't dare to let her bother her mind and body, otherwise the prince would find out that he would blame her again, so he could only follow her wishes and remove the cloth wrapped around the wound first.
The slightly deformed hand was exposed, she raised it to her eyes, and looked carefully, she didn't have the look of regret that ordinary women would have, she just laughed at herself: "I've lost my face, ruined my hand, changed the world, I'm afraid I will die , and no one recognizes me."
"How could it be?" The maid pulled down layers of sleeves to cover her hands, and said with a smile, "When you think about it, everything will be fine."
The corners of her lips curled up, leaning against the soft pillow, trying to make herself sit upright.
There were hurried footsteps, not alone.
"Shaoyao." Jin Siyu's voice came—she insisted that her name was Shaoyao, even Jin Siyu had no choice but to call her that, "I found you a good doctor."
The door curtain was lifted, Jin Siyu entered the door, followed by two people behind him.
Ruan Langzhong and his medicine boy.
As soon as the two people entered the door, they saw her on the couch smiling over her, the drug boy shook immediately, Ruan Langzhong held him calmly.
Jin Siyu, who was walking in front, didn't see what was behind him, he looked at her with a little surprise, and said with a little joy: "You look good today!"
He asked again, "Why are you sitting up?"