How did this seemingly fragile and harmless woman obtain something from a foreign land?
He suppressed it, but his voice still trembled imperceptibly, "How did you get this sachet?"
If we can get some clues from her, we might be able to catch this Dr. Hu. This man has excellent medical skills. Even if we don't settle the accounts with him a few years ago, it would be good for Dawu to use him.
Ruan Yuyi was thoughtful and could tell at a glance that something was wrong with his expression, so she kept an eye on it and made it up at will, "I embroidered this myself. Your Highness, please take a look."
She wanted to take the sachet off her waist, but in a moment of panic, it got tighter and tighter. She struggled for a long time to no avail, so she had to raise her eyes and look at Jiang Huaiyang helplessly.
"Your Highness, I can't solve it——"
The tone was soft and soft, even if it was Jiang Huaiyang, his heart felt relaxed.
However, in dreams, the voice is even sharper, sometimes with a cry in it, trembling slightly.
Muxiang thought that the young lady did this on purpose to attract the prince to approach, so she lowered her head deeper and said nothing, pretending not to hear anything.
Jiang Huaiyang wanted to check, but without thinking much, he walked around the table and squatted down in front of her.
His fingers were much thicker than Ruan Yuyi's, and there were still a few thin calluses on the palms of his hands, which made it more difficult to disassemble them with precision. But she pulled them without any method, while he spent his time carefully identifying the knots.
structure.
Pulling and twisting, the thing was taken out.
Ruan Yuyi also noticed his hands and thought that maybe Prince Yu didn't wander around all day long and didn't do his job, so it turned out that he still practiced martial arts in private.
She was fascinated by it.
"Isn't that great, you..." Jiang Huaiyang said, and when he looked up, he saw her staring intently at his hands. Her eyes were always filled with water, and she looked affectionate even if she didn't make any expression.
Jiang Huaiyang felt itchy at the sight of him, but his expression remained as usual.
He curled his fingers and tapped the stone table twice. Ruan Yuyi seemed to come back to her senses, "Huh?"
——A pair of men's hands, very rough, so beautiful? He glanced at Ruan Yuyi's hand that was gently holding the hem of the skirt. The fingers were like bamboo shoots. The back of the hand was smooth, and there were no looming veins under the skin like his.
Jiang Huaiyang did not answer, but stood up and sat down, turning over and over again to think about this small sachet.
God knows she was just lamenting that the rumors were untrustworthy. Knowing that Prince Yu’s son had a lot of skills, it was not surprising that Prince Yu was willing to indulge his son’s behavior.
When he came closer to his eyes, Jiang Huaiyang realized that although the flowers were finely stitched and lifelike, the petals were a bit larger than those of the pomegranate flower, and the difference was still quite large.
He asked Ruan Yuyi, "What kind of flowers are embroidered on this?"
She pursed her lower lip, a little embarrassed, and whispered, "Back to Your Highness, it's hibiscus. When I was embroidering it, I found that the pink thread was missing, and the remaining thread was not enough to complete one flower, so I used red thread instead. Isn't it...
Weird?"
This statement is both true and false. The flowers were indeed made by her hands, but the objects were not. At that time, she just looked at the rough stitching of the pomegranate flower and couldn't stand it, so she took it apart and embroidered it.
But as soon as she finished unpacking it, she suddenly forgot what the original flower looked like, so she had to embroider it based on the hibiscus in her house.
Jiang Huaiyang couldn't say anything against her will, and she didn't want to praise her, so she just shook her head, confirming her embroidery skills. He pinched it with his fingertips, and found that there was no brittle hard object inside, and it was too soft to be ordinary.
Herbal spices, but fine powder.
Seeing him like this, Ruan Yuyi didn't know why, "Your Highness, is there something wrong with this sachet?"
He ignored it, pulled it away and took a look, only to see dark brown medicinal powder inside.
He took it with his fingers and twisted it. He saw that the tip of his finger was a slightly coarse powder. When he put it under his nose, it smelled like ordinary herbs. He should have been exposed to it in recent days.
He really didn't see anything interesting, so he was a little disappointed, so he tied the opening of the sachet and gave it back to Ruan Yuyi. Maybe it was because he was worried and worried that he thought the sachet was weird.
Jiang Huaiyang stopped making random guesses.
He ate his meal quickly and quickly put down his bamboo chopsticks.
When Ruan Yuyi saw someone about to leave, she quickly stood up and followed her. After thinking about it for a long time, she finally dared to say it, "Your Highness, can I also go to the Buddhist hall to burn incense?"
His heart moved.
"Don't talk about the Buddhist hall. If I am not here to use it, this courtyard is also a public property. If you want to use it, just go there. Why bother to report it." Jiang Huaiyang carried his back.
Jiang Huaiyang guessed that she wouldn't be able to use Huozhezi, so he took her to the Buddha statue in the house, took three incense sticks and put them in her hands, and lit them.
She was stunned for a moment, then shook it to extinguish the flame that was burning above. She accidentally burned her hand and made her whole body tremble.
She looked around quietly.
It was getting dark now, so there was only one lamp lit here, placed on top of the altar table. The candle flame kept beating, illuminating the Buddha statue from bottom to top, leaving irregular shadows on the Buddha's face, which looked different from the daylight.
Completely different.
It was as if the Buddha had revealed another side of himself that no one knew, and wanted to exercise power arbitrarily in the dark.
The prince seemed to be praying for, or paying homage to, someone. And that person must be very important to him, otherwise he would not have seen him for two days, and would have repeatedly laid incense here.
"Your Highness, who have you been praying for these days?"
In the silent Buddhist hall, her voice was exceptionally clear and ethereal, echoing in the room and still seeming to linger for a long time.
"Don't ask too many questions."
Taking advantage of the thin moonlight and the candlelight in front of her, she saw it, but she couldn't understand the complicated expression on the other person's face. In the end, she decided not to delve deeper.
All she wants is to use his name to get some blessing.
Then, I hope that this person whose surname I don’t know will be a hero in life and a spirit in death. May the mountains and rivers of Dawu be safe, and may the world be safe.
May our dearest relatives in this world never be separated by life or death again.
After putting on the incense, she took a few steps back. The sparks on the tip of the incense shone faintly, as if in response.
Being here, her mood became peaceful. She looked sideways at the sky outside the window. The moon was bright tonight and the stars were sparse. There were only two of them in the huge Buddhist hall, so quiet that they could even hear each other's breathing.
She knew very well that if she didn't go back, the Cheng Mansion would be locked up, which would lead to rumors.
So Ruan Yuyi said softly, "Your Highness, will you come again tomorrow?"
This question was cryptic.
Originally, Jiang Huaiyang's presence or absence was an established fact, but by her asking, it added a layer of meaning, "Can she still come to see him tomorrow?" and carried a strong hint.
Jiang Huaiyang stood still, as if he ignored her words.
She knew she wouldn't get the answer, so she blessed herself, bowed, and left with the woody fragrance.
Jiang Huaiyang turned his face slightly and looked out from the open window lattice, watching her walk from one side of the window to the other side of the window until she was blocked by the wall and he could no longer see her.
The moonlight spread all over the floor, and he stepped forward to close the window, but he couldn't drive away the brightness, and it fell on the outside of the window again.