Zi Ling entered Wutong Garden with a bowl of medicine and walked towards the pavilion. Seeing Liusu reading a book again, he immediately took the book from her hand and said, "Princess, you don't listen to Zi Ling's advice. Your illness is not cured yet. You have to stay here."
If you rest more in bed and work so hard, how can you get better?"
Liusu smiled peacefully, "My health is much better. I don't have to stay in the house all day. If I blow some air, I will get better faster. If the room is stuffy, I will get sick more easily."
Zi Ling wrinkled her nose, dissatisfied with Liusu's uncooperation, and felt a little sorry for her plight and frailty. Thinking of the rumors and unbearable humiliations that were circulating in the market, Zi Ling felt very uncomfortable.
In her eyes, the princess is pure and pure, with a beautiful spirit. She does not have a stunning appearance, but she has a clear heart.
The prince is so cruel to slander her like this.
She didn't dare to tell Liusu because she was afraid that she would be sad. A woman's reputation is more important than her life. If her reputation is ruined, a woman's life will be ruined.
In the eyes of the world, the princess has become a slut and her reputation has been ruined. Can this delicate body withstand such a fatal blow?
Liusu blew the black concoction gently, drank it in one gulp, wiped the corners of his lips with a handkerchief, picked up a candied fruit and put it into his mouth to wash away the bitter taste.
"Zi Ling, you have been hesitant to speak these days. Is there anything you want to say to me?" Liusu looked at her quietly with questioning eyes and asked with a smile.
Zi Ling quickly shook her head, "No, no, Princess, you are too worried."
"Really?" Liusu smiled nonchalantly, even though she knew she was lying, she didn't say anything.
"princess……"
Liusu stared at her and looked at her questioningly. Zi Ling pursed her lips and turned a little pale. She looked at the master who was one year younger than herself with pity and said sincerely: "You must be stronger!"
Liusu smiled, thinking she was talking about her illness, "Okay, how strong do you need to be?"
"Be a little stronger than you are now."
Liusu smiled slightly and nodded heavily, "Okay, I will!"
When Zi Ling heard this, her heart ached and felt so uncomfortable. Why would such an elegant girl have to suffer this kind of thing?
"Zi Ling, can you go out and buy some things for me?"
"What does the princess want to buy?"
Liu Su faintly swept towards the somewhat desolate courtyard, and raised a demure smile on her lips, with a touch of sadness. She tilted her head and said with a slight smile: "Maybe I have to live here for a long time, the courtyard is a bit desolate.
, it’s heartbreaking to watch. My sister often says that people will become cheerful if they are faced with a happy environment every day. Let’s just plant something when we are idle.”
"What does the princess want to plant?" Zi Ling asked with a smile and became interested. This courtyard is quite desolate, which matches its name very well.
The deep courtyard of Wutong is locked in the clear autumn, so cool.
"Grow some camellias and herbs. There is quite a lot of space here."
"Okay, slave, I'll go out and buy it, as long as the princess likes it."
"Two people grow some flowers and plants, which can be used as medicine or tea, and can also help Zi Ling beautify her."
"Really?" Zi Ling's eyes were bright. She was still a girl in her sixteenth or seventies. When she heard the word beauty, she was immediately excited.
"Of course!" Liusu smiled. Zi Ling looked very beautiful, dewy and delicate, and looked younger than her actual age. "Zi Ling is beautiful herself. I will help you take care of your skin in the future."
Ruddy and shiny.”
Hearing Liusu's praise, Zi Ling's heart blossomed with joy, and her face flushed, "No wonder the princess's skin is so good, smooth and delicate, it turns out she has taken good care of it."
Liu Su smiled faintly, the sunshine was warm, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the two girls were laughing and chatting in the pavilion. The atmosphere was harmonious, and even the breeze was carrying a bit of joy.
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I have something to say. Children, remember to collect it and recommend it. A little Qianqianyu hand is an encouragement to someone. I am twisting. Hehe, I need to write more reviews. The longer the better.
I don't mind the Great Wall. Well, that's it. Be obedient, or you'll be arrested and tortured.
ps: The weekend is here. Two updates today. The next one will be at 7 o'clock. I will definitely be on time.