The breeze ruffled the plain gauze curtains. In front of the window, Jiang Huaiyang stood with his hands behind his back, his mind far away.
It was already late in the day, and the clouds were clearing and the rain was falling, the area was bright and colorful, and the setting sun illuminated the empty courtyard in front of us brilliantly.
Wen Zhi asked in a low voice, "Master, are you preparing your car as usual today?"
In fact, since tomorrow was a day off, he rarely went to pay his respects to the Queen Mother - even though the Queen Mother probably didn't want to see him - so there was no reason why he had to go back.
Jiang Huaiyang was not interested in returning to the palace. He pondered for a moment and said, "It's cumbersome to go back and forth. It's not necessary."
Why haven't I seen the master before and said it was complicated? Wen Fei slandered.
After the rain, the colors in the field of vision are clearer than usual. Jiang Huaiyang looked at the afterglow dancing on the leaves in the distance, and he vaguely felt that there was something more brilliant than it, but he couldn't name it for a while.
As night fell, Jiang Huaiyang fell asleep peacefully, and once again fell into a dream similar to the one before.
Only this time it was in the wing where he was.
She raised her head and drank the ginger soup, her slender neck drawing a graceful arc. Sometimes it poured too quickly, and her small mouth could not contain the dripping soup, so the corners of her mouth became wet.
Jiang Huaiyang had a thought and moved the tilted porcelain bowl in a bad way. As soon as her hand shook, the ginger soup poured out, along her chin, across her snow-white neck, and finally disappeared under her dress.
She raised her eyelids from the bowl and gave him a look, "Don't move, it's all poured out." She took the handkerchief with her other hand and wiped the corner of her mouth.
The soft flesh on her lips was slightly deformed by her own prodding.
It's all his fault that he insists on messing around in the courtyard. When he was in high spirits, no one noticed the gloomy sky. Without paying attention, he was soaked by the sudden heavy rain. Now he still wants to take such a strong ginger. Soup came to torture her.
She was born and raised in the south of the Yangtze River, so how could she be used to such a spicy drink?
Jiang Huaiyang had long noticed that she was struggling to drink, so he chuckled and took the porcelain bowl away.
"If you don't want to drink, don't force it."
He bullied her, and she was startled and climbed a little closer to the wall. He grabbed her slender and smooth ankles, pulled her back, and trapped her tightly.
"I'm sleepy." She curled her lips and began to lie, even though she knew that this was not her usual nap time.
Jiang Huaiyang kissed her ear and coaxed, "How about... you sleep with yours?"
She was suddenly touched by the wound, winced in pain, and took a slight breath.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Huaiyang heard something was wrong in her voice, stood up, and distanced himself to check.
She said in a trembling voice, "You touched my injury." She hummed, sounding particularly aggrieved.
As expected, there was some redness and swelling at her earlobes. Jiang Huaiyang's heart tightened and he felt comforted for a while. He leaned over and kissed the remaining ginger juice on her shoulders and neck, while murmuring her little words.
The rain outside was still falling, making a muffled sound on the window paper, accompanied by the ringing of bells.
Crack, crackle, tinkling.
Under the window, a young flower bloomed quietly, its pale pink petals dripping with today's rain and dew.
When Jiang Huaiyang woke up, he only felt hot and uneasy. He shook his dizzy head slightly. If it was normal, it would be almost the time for the next court.
It's bright outside.
He suddenly thought of the woman in his dream complaining about earache, and remembered that when he saw Ruan Yuyi yesterday, her earlobes were also extremely red and swollen.
Jiang Huaiyang summoned Wen Zhi, who was waiting outside, to come in and ask him to wash himself. His hands were immersed in the basin, and he didn't even notice when the water got cold.
"Master? If you've finished washing, I'll take this and pour it out first?" Wen Zhi saw him stunned and reminded him.
Only then did Jiang Huaiyang come back to his senses. When Wen Zhi came to the door with the water basin, he said, "Go and take out the box of Shuhen Cream from my sleeve yesterday and send it to the eldest young lady of the Cheng family later."
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This Shuhen ointment auxiliary medicine is precious and rarely found among the people. Because of its excellent medicinal effect, almost all of it was presented to the royal family.
He thought that skin like hers was not suitable for scars.
Wen Zhi was startled and then agreed.
Here, Ruan Yuyi was dressing up, only wearing a hairpin on her bun, when she heard a rustling sound under the window.
Such a sound does not sound like that of a small animal such as a sparrow.
Shenghe Temple is backed by mountains and forests. In the early years, brown bears wandered into the area by mistake, causing chaos and chaos, and it took a lot of efforts to arrest them.
Ruan Yuyi's heart skipped a beat, and the more she thought about it, the weirder she felt.
Mu Xiang knew what she was thinking, so she put down the hairpin in her hand and said, "Miss, please go and take a look."
She walked to the window and put her hand on it to push it open, but the window opened on its own, which made her tremble.
But what was in front of him was the attendant beside the prince.
Wen Zhi knew that he had frightened her, so he smiled apologetically, "I had no choice but to take the trail. You, Mrs. Cheng, are in the courtyard. I offended her yesterday, so I'm afraid I won't be able to get in through the ordinary way."
Seeing that it was him, Ruan Yuyi stood up and walked over slowly, asking, "But the Crown Prince asked you to come? Actually, there is no need to go to such trouble. You can just call me to his place."
Not only is this inconvenient now, but there is also the possibility of being seen.
"Master will definitely be happy to hear what the girl said." When Wen Zhi's tone was gentle, it didn't sound as sharp as yesterday's confrontation with Cheng Zhu.
He glanced at Ruan Yuyi and then returned his gaze.
When this girl is not adorned with hairpins, she does have a sense of elegance. This feeling is hidden under the charming skin, but it is something that no one who comes into contact with her can ignore. It is full of contradictions and just right.
This reminded him of the hairpin that was placed on a table in Yangxin Hall after being requested by his master.
When Ruan Yuyi heard what he said, she didn't answer, she just smiled and passed it off. The prince had so many wives and concubines, how could he take his joy seriously?
Wen Zhi continued, "My master is worried about the injury on your ear, so he specially asked me to bring Shuhen ointment. Naturally, I can't bother the girl to make a trip for such a trivial matter."
Mu Xiang secretly smiled, it seemed that His Royal Highness was somewhat interested in his young lady.
Ruan Yuyi took the small wooden box. The object held a certain weight in her hand. When she opened it, she saw that there was a small jade dish embedded inside, but there was not much real paste.
She had received it from her brother before, but she didn't know its origin, so now she just regarded it as an ordinary plaster and thanked her with neither humility nor arrogance.
"Then I won't bother you any more. I have to go back and meet my master."
As he said that, Wen Zhi jumped up and down the courtyard wall, climbed up the high wall neatly, and disappeared after a while.
Ruan Yuyi returned to the dressing table, opened the Shuhen Cream, took a little with her fingertips, and put it under her nose. It was indeed the smell in her memory - a deep woody fragrance.
"Muxiang, please put the hairpin on my hairpin first." She casually put the things at hand.
Wen Pheasant here quickly returned to Jiang Huaiyang's residence.
He saluted and said, "Master, Miss Ruan has accepted it."
Jiang Huaiyang paused while turning the book, and her eyes seemed to be lowered and bowed. He turned the page at his fingertips and said softly, "What did she say?"
What can I say? Thank you very much? Wen Zhi was confused and didn't know what the master wanted to hear. So he hesitated and replied, "Um... Miss Ruan said that I would like to thank you for letting me come back, Your Highness."
"What else?" Jiang Huaiyang asked again, his tone unchanged.
Wen Zhi couldn't figure out his master's thoughts for a moment, and he didn't know how to answer. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
After thinking about it for a while, he thought carefully and said, "Miss Ruan also said that if anything happens in the future, the master can just call her over."
A dark light flashed across Jiang Huaiyang's eyes, and his originally relaxed fingertips curled up slightly. He suddenly felt that the collar of today's clothes was a little tight, and he pulled it casually.
"Go down."
Wen Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes."