Mu Xiang's face turned pale, as if she had also felt the pain. She gritted her teeth, but her hand holding Ruan Yuyi's arm was cautious.
Ruan Yuyi knew that she had made her worry again, so she said as calmly as possible, "Do you see how the wound was treated? It was the medicine given by the Crown Prince himself." She stepped back silently.
Mu Xiang pursed her lips and said nothing, took the dress, and just changed it for her. This kind of injury is not like what could be caused by a bump. Although she doesn't know the cause, it is hurt if it is hurt. There are so many people around Prince Yu.
A man cannot protect a woman.
Their young lady was not a troublemaker, she had always been very well-behaved. It was also because of this that she listened to Mrs. Ruan's words and came north to pay her a visit. She never thought that Mrs. Ruan had the intention of marrying her off.
Such a little lady, but the prince is willing to let her get hurt like this. Whether he is unable to protect her or unwilling to protect her, who can say clearly.
He was afraid that if the young lady followed the prince in the future, he would not be willing to help the young lady.
When Ruan Yuyi and Mu Xiang returned to the courtyard, it was dark and no one was awake. So they went back to the wing smoothly and pretended to be awake.
Ruan Yuyi's sleeves are wide, but the injury on her arm cannot be seen. However, it is inevitable that it will be inconvenient to move. Fortunately, it is on the left side, otherwise it will cause pain when she picks up the pen to copy scriptures.
Mu Xiang brought water and washed her. When changing her dressing, she peeled off the white silk and found that the blood inside had actually stopped. The coagulated blood was stained on the wound, and the wound was smooth. It was undoubtedly caused by the sharp blade.
hurt.
How can a good temple wing have a sharp edge?
Mu Xiang squeezed the blood-stained white silk hand and knew in her heart that this matter was beyond her control.
It was still more than an hour before breakfast was uniformly prepared in the temple, but there was no need to eat so late in the Cheng Mansion. She was worried that the young lady would not be able to bear the hunger, so she went to cook a bowl of yam porridge, and the remaining
Then he asked the servant next to him to deliver it to other rooms.
"Miss," Mu Xiang held the bowl tightly and refused to let her take it, "Why don't you let the slave feed you porridge, and don't involve any injuries."
When Ruan Yuyi heard this, she couldn't help laughing and said, "Okay, don't be nervous. Can you carefully identify which hand I injured?" It was so serious, and she didn't hurt both hands.
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Mu Xiang hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly pushed the bowl to her.
Ruan Yuyi scooped a spoonful. The yam was soft and rotten together with the porridge, and the taste was salty. She had no appetite after waking up so early, and now she couldn't bear to take a few more mouthfuls.
While they were eating, the maid outside came to report that it was the madam's suggestion to wait for the eldest princess to wake up and then go back home. After careful investigation, it turned out that Mr. Cheng had returned from handling official business, and Mrs. Cheng Zhu couldn't stay any longer.
But Zhaorong didn't wake up so early. It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that the white walls and black tiles were reflected brightly that she was seen walking out dressed neatly.
The bowl of yam porridge she had in the morning was quite to her liking, so she casually asked, "Where did the yam porridge come from this morning?"
Mu Xiang didn't want to answer, but she felt someone touch her hand. She understood and had to take a step forward and said, "Your Highness, this slave did it."
Even though she didn't have much trouble with Zhao Rong, the identity of the other party was such that her words wouldn't fall to the ground. Besides, if she really wanted to know, there was no way she could hide it.
But if Zhao Rong really likes a bowl of porridge, the worst she can do is let Mu Xiang teach her maid how to make it.
There was a hint of surprise in Zhaorong's eyes, and he looked her up and down, rarely expressing any words of appreciation.
Seeing this, Cheng Xingqiu also agreed, "He is indeed a good craftsman. I am afraid that no one in the house can make it taste like this."
The woody fragrance bowed and thanked her, and her voice was neither salty nor light.
Afterwards, Mrs. Cheng Zhu casually asked about Zhao Rong's health, and the two chatted casually. Ruan Yuyi took a sip of tea from time to time and stared at the cup in awe, wondering what she was thinking about.
After she had finished half her cup of tea, a boy came to report that the carriage was ready and asked some of them to move on.
Going down the mountain is actually easier than coming up. When you reach the foot of the mountain, you can rest directly on the carriage. Originally, the group planned to sit as they did when they came up, but Zhao Rong suddenly proposed to go with Cheng Xingqiu. Cheng Zhu was naturally happy to see them.
The more we get along with each other, the better.
Although Cheng Rui was noisy with Ruan Yuyi here, because Cheng Zhu wanted to take care of him and make an appointment with him, he had no time to beat her, but she got some peace and quiet.
When the group of people returned to Cheng's Mansion, it was already approaching noon. The young man who had been waiting at the gate hurriedly came forward, saluted one by one, and led them to the main hall.
Sitting at the top, with slightly drooped lips and a serious air, is Mr. Cheng. He has been busy with business these days and has not been home for a long time. When Cheng Zhu saw him, he couldn't help but quicken his pace.
She stepped forward and said, "Master, when did you come back?" She meant to be close to her, but Master Cheng always only treated her as a guest and never responded much. Now he just nodded to indicate that she was here.
Sit aside.
After receiving the courtesy from the junior, Mr. Cheng replied, "We arrived last night."
Ever since a few people walked in, his eyes have been fixed on the eldest son who came back from the dead. He had heard earlier that the eldest son was fine, and now that he actually saw someone, Mr. Cheng's expression softened.
He waved to Cheng Xingqiu to come closer and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm back now. My father really can't get away to come back to see you these days. Qiu'er must not blame her on her father."
The father in my impression always had a straight face. Seeing his expression, Cheng Xingqiu felt slightly sad and kowtowed deeply, "It's because the child is unfilial and makes the father worried. Now that he is back, let the child
I served my left and right with all my heart and paid for the days I spent away."
In the past, he had been forced to endorse and slapped his palms, and all the scenes appeared before his eyes. He had broken so many bamboo sticks at that time. When he was young, he also resented his father and envied his younger brother who could do nothing.
When he got older, he gradually understood that his fame and fame were all forced by Mr. Cheng.
He raised his eyes and saw that his father was indeed much older, and his black hair was also mixed with silver. He compared it with Zhu's actions in the previous days. It seemed that he finally had an outlet for the grievances he suffered that day.
My eyes felt hot.
"Okay, stop kneeling and get up." Master Cheng reached out to help him.
Cheng Xingqiu couldn't stand up just by relying on his strength. Seeing this, he quickly stood up and brushed off the dust on his clothes.
Mr. Cheng's eyes turned slightly and fell on Ruan Yuyi, who was wearing a lavender dark floral satin skirt, and then said warmly, "I've been through a lot of hardships on you this past year. If there's anything missing, just give me the order."
The daughter-in-law here has always been docile and respectful. After receiving the bad news about Qiu'er, she has been wearing plain clothes and neglecting to dress up. Now it seems that her mood is much brighter because Qiu'er is by her side.
The two of them were widowed as soon as they got married. He always felt sorry for her in his heart. He once hinted that she could marry someone else. The Cheng family would never stop her, but she insisted on keeping her integrity. Now that everything is over, this matter can naturally be resolved.
No need to mention it again.
Ruan Yuyi nodded and thanked her softly. She lowered her head and could see the figures of others from the corner of her eye. It was rare for the principals to gather together in the living room, but she only felt that she was separated from this family. Seeing them greet each other, she saw
Father and son get together, but there is no feeling in their hearts.
Master Cheng was about to say something else when he heard Zhaorong speak up:
"I think this is Mr. Cheng. I've heard about it from Xingqiu a long time ago, but I didn't have a chance to meet him."