Song Huiyue's voice fell gently on King Jin's ears, like gunpowder suddenly exploding in his ears.
King Jin suddenly stopped and felt for a moment how ugly he had been along the way.
The bright exterior covered up the rotten darkness inside. It should have been concealed, but it was revealed in front of the people who cared most about it.
He bowed slightly, as if he wanted to hide his ugliness. The ground was swaying, and the trembling shadow betrayed him. He squeezed out one word with difficulty and obscurely: "Yes."
Song Huiyue looked at his thin shadow and felt a pain in her heart.
The charming and dangerous King Jin is also the pitiful and painful Li Shouming.
How stupid you are to take Hanshi Powder, and how helpless you must be to resort to Hanshi Powder.
Prince Jin's voice was low and muffled, and his voice was hollow: "I...I haven't eaten for a long time. At that time, I was suspicious of me. You were not here, and I was alone..."
Song Huiyue walked forward slowly and walked in front of King Jin. The lights overlapped their shadows. She whispered: "It's not a good thing. Don't eat it again in the future."
"Yes," Prince Jin straightened his back and followed her footsteps, "How do you know?"
"When I came to Kyoto last time, I saw you eating cold food, with your arms open in the cold weather, and wearing light and thin clothes. I didn't think about it at the time. I saw someone doing this in Beiwa yesterday, and I knew it."
Prince Jin stepped forward, grabbed her hand suddenly, and said abruptly: "Don't go."
He looked into her eyes: "Stay with me, okay?"
Song Huiyue nodded: "Okay, I'll stay and accompany Qinghui."
When she and King Jin saw Song Qinghui, he had already finished the injection, had taken the medicine, and was playing with two yellow fat men at the table. When he saw Song Huiyue coming, he immediately left Huang Fat and snuggled up to Song Huiyue.
Next to me, I called my sister.
After he sat down next to his sister, he glanced at Prince Jin and called him "Brother Prince" in a low voice.
Song Huiyue touched his head and saw that he had become extremely pale due to not seeing the sun for a long time. She could see the blue blood under the skin, so she whispered: "Qinghui, when you get better, sister will take you
Go hunt birds."
Song Qinghui looked at her: "Can't you go now? I'm already fine."
Song Huiyue hugged him: "The weather is bad now and there are no birds. It will be March before we can go out."
After the acupuncture, most of the candlelight in the room was extinguished. At this time, they looked a little drowsy, and the eyes of the two siblings seemed to be covered with a veil.
Song Qinghui had no choice but to nod.
Song Huiyue accompanied him until noon. King Jin had to leave because Xie Chuan came. When Song Qinghui saw him leaving, he suddenly said: "Sister, when are we going home?"
"Don't you like it here?" Song Huiyue asked softly.
"I'm a little afraid of Brother Wangye," Song Qinghui said truthfully, "I also miss Aunt Lin a little bit."
Song Huiyue lowered her head and spoke softly to comfort him.
King Jin didn't know that he was unpopular, so he quickly returned and took care of his two siblings personally. He was very happy in Zhuxi Zhai.
He didn't even look at the account books that Xie Chuan brought to Yuan Shaopei - now was the time to look at the accounts.
When the sky darkened and Song Qinghui fell into a deep sleep under the influence of the tranquilizing medicine, preparing for another painful sting, King Jin took Song Huiyue away, avoiding the old doctor, and went to his bedroom to talk.
The sleeping hall is spacious, and there are many bamboo tubes placed inappropriately and stacked together.
When Song Huiyue saw the bamboo tube and bamboo knife, she sat on the low stool without saying a word and wanted to resume her old business.
Prince Jin was talking leisurely to her.
He said that Concubine Zhang had a scar as big as the tip of a needle on her face, and that King Yan was now raking in money so much that she had become a waste of money. Did he still think that he would not be able to become an emperor in the future, but a rich prince?
He believed that Jin Shang and King Yan had similar minds - they had been accustomed to everything going smoothly since childhood, and had people to guide them in everything, so that their minds had deteriorated and they had become stupid.
After speaking, he said to himself
Said to himself: "Everything in the world is unpredictable. If I fail in something big..."
Song Huiyue stopped her sword and said, "Don't die."
King Jin smiled: "I'll try my best."
Song Huiyue split a bamboo tube: "When that time comes, I will save you and hide you so no one can find you."
"How long are you going to hide from me?"
Song Huiyue divided the bamboo tube into four parts: "Hide it for a lifetime."
King Jin was silent for a long time, wanting to hold Song Huiyue in his arms and rub her hard.
He watched her cut the bamboo tube into countless pieces in a somewhat unfamiliar manner, and thought to himself: "Then I am a blessed person."
He, a blessed man, was really happy for several days.
The old doctor seemed to want to help him by inserting needles into Song Qinghui's head twice a day. After Song Qinghui woke up, he often had a headache, and two or three times he vomited from the pain.
Song Huiyue was worried about Song Qinghui and did not mention it.
The King of Jin became more and more happy, and he was friendly and friendly when meeting the Xie family and his son, and would never wake them up from bed at night to work.
When Song Huiyue was weaving bamboo baskets, he sat aside and took a bamboo tube to help cut it. Unexpectedly, once the bamboo tube was cut, it would become extremely sharp.
He was a novice, and Zhu Mian didn't know he was a prince, so he wanted to be merciful and cut his finger on the spot.
King Jin held up his bloody finger. Song Huiyue quickly dropped the bamboo basket in her hand, grabbed his finger and looked at it again, and asked Huang Ting to come and apply the medicine.
The King of Jin saw that Song Huiyue was caring deeply for him, so he cut his other hand.
This time it was self-defeating. Not only did Song Huiyue not let him touch the bamboo strips, she even moved his stool away.
After four days of this, on the twenty-ninth day of the first lunar month, when the King of Jin and the two Song Dynasties were having dinner together, Xie Zhou suddenly strode in. He glanced at Song Huiyue first, and then said to the King of Jin: "Yinxiao and Lu Guo.
The father is here."
"Where?"
"In the front hall."
King Jin held Song Huiyue's shoulders and said, "I'll go take a look and I'll be back soon."
Song Huiyue nodded and said nothing more.
King Jin and Xie Zhou left in a hurry. When they arrived at the front, they only saw Li Jun.
Li Jun stood with his hands behind his back, admiring a bottle of blooming red plums by the side table. Hearing the noise, he quickly turned around, crossed his hands and saluted: "Your Majesty."
"Gong Lu," King Jin held his hand, "No need to be polite, why doesn't Lieutenant Lou see you?"
Li Jun sighed unreasonably: "Your Majesty, please don't call me Lord Lu. I am already a commoner. I am completely different from you, Your Majesty. I cannot lack the courtesy that I should have."
He added: "Hey, it's my own fate that is suffering..."
The King of Jin did not listen to his noise, frowned and looked at Xie Zhou, motioning him to ask the servant Yin Xiao where he was. Xie Zhou quickly asked and said in a low voice: "I went to the palace."
Li Jun was still talking at length, but King Jin turned around and left, thinking that Yin Xiao must have gone to see Song Huiyue.
"Hey, Your Majesty!" Upon seeing this, Li Jun knew that he had failed to delay the success, so he quickly raised his legs and chased after him.