Ling Jing glanced at Zhu Junmi and knew that inviting him to drink was a lie and that he wanted to test his identity. He immediately smiled and said: "Unfortunately, I am ill today. I'm afraid I will disappoint the prince..."
He had never thought about getting acquainted with the people in the palace. They already had their lives, and he was walking on a completely different path from them. In the end, he was just a man in the world.
The nobles are fundamentally different.
Zhu Junmi seemed to have expected that he would say this, and there was no trace of disappointment on his face. He was still smiling and said: "Mr. Ling, there are many precious medicinal supplements in our palace. I will send them out later."
Someone will bring you some."
"Then thank you so much, Your Majesty."
The two chatted casually for a while, but Zhu Junmi had no intention of leaving at all. Ling Jing gradually became impatient. He still had injuries on his body and needed to rest, and he couldn't see the prince after chatting with him for a long time.
Find out what he wants to do.
"Your Majesty, I will definitely pay you a visit one day after your body recovers. I feel really sorry for you today because I made this trip in vain." He said this with the intention of seeing off the guests.
Zhu Junmi still had a calm expression, and then suddenly sighed again and said: "Mr. Ling, I actually have another important matter today that I want to ask for your help. If Mr. Ling can act righteously, I will help you."
I will definitely be grateful. If I have any assignments in the future, I, Zhu Junmi, will never frown."
Seeing that he said it solemnly, Ling Jing couldn't help but be confused and asked, "My lord, it doesn't matter if you just say it."
"Mr. Ling, to be honest, my mother was injured by a gangster more than ten years ago. A sword energy was left in her body and she was tortured day and night. Originally, an expert came to the rescue last night and wanted to use the deep internal power to dissolve my mother's body.
The sword energy, but I didn't want to harm my mother instead. The sword energy was not resolved completely, but the backlash became more severe. Although I am also a sword practitioner, I am helpless about it. I also want to practice Brother Ling's sword skills.
Because you are far above me, I took the liberty to come here and ask Brother Ling for help."
After that, he gave a fist and a salute, his meaning was very sincere.
Ling Jing's first reaction after hearing this was that it was impossible. Last night, he personally took action to resolve the sword energy in the princess's body. How could it be possible that he had not completely resolved it?
But when the matter involved his biological mother, the expression on his face changed.
Zhu Junmi took the strange look on his face into his eyes and smiled slightly.
"Your Majesty, are you serious about what you said?" Ling Jing said in a deep voice.
Zhu Junmi nodded and said seriously: "As a son of a human being, how dare you make fun of your own mother? I had no choice but to ask Brother Ling for help."
Ling Jing's expression changed. On the one hand, he was very confident in his martial arts and didn't quite believe that he would make such a big mistake and harm the princess. On the other hand, he was worried about the princess's body and was very impatient.
"Your Majesty, let's set off now. I will do my best." After thinking for a moment, he still couldn't help but agree to Zhu Junmi's request.
"Thank you, Brother Ling." Zhu Junmi's face suddenly showed joy.
...
Half an hour later, Ling Jing and Zhu Junmi arrived at the palace of the Prince of Huai'an.
The palace is very large, and after the two of them entered, they walked for about half an hour before arriving at the room where the princess was. Outside the room was a large yard, with flowers, plants and trees planted in the yard, but many of them had lost their leaves.
There are only bare branches left, and only a few plum trees are still standing proudly against the frost, and the blossoming cold plums exude a faint fragrance.
With a "squeak", Zhu Junmi pushed open the door, stretched out his hand to guide him, and said: "Mr. Ling, my mother is inside, but if there are too many people, I'm afraid it will disturb my mother's recuperation. Mr. Ling, please go in by yourself. I
Just wait outside."
Ling Jing glanced at him and frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong, but he still stepped into the room.
The princess was lying on the bed, her beautiful face was slightly morbidly weak, not much different from what Ling Jing saw last night, but her complexion was obviously better than last night, at least her face was not so pale.
Gently walking to the bed, the princess had her eyes closed and seemed to be still sleeping soundly. Ling Jing put his hand on the princess's pulse, injected his internal energy into the princess's body, and carefully explored it.
"The pulse condition is normal, and there is no foreign energy in the meridians, so there is absolutely no chance that the sword energy remains in the body."
Ling Jing frowned and put the princess's hand back into the quilt.
He stood quietly in front of the bed for a moment. Since the princess's body was normal, Zhu Junmi must have been lying to himself. As for why, he had a good guess.
"Princess, I know you must not have fallen asleep." Ling Jing sighed, looked at the sleeping princess and said.
The princess's eyelashes trembled twice, and she slowly opened her eyes. Tears were already brimming in her eyes, and she stared blankly at the young man in front of her.
"Sure enough." Ling Jing sighed silently in his heart and frowned: "Princess, the sword energy in your body has been completely resolved, but your body is too weak and you still need to take care of yourself for a period of time. However, with pharmacological methods,
If it’s not something I’m good at, there must be someone in the palace who is proficient in it, so I’ll take my leave first.”
He bowed his hands and wanted to leave.
"Wait... wait." The princess suddenly spoke, her voice trembling a little, looking at Ling Jing's back and said: "Xu'er, aren't you willing to say a few words to mother?"
Ling Jing raised his eyebrows and asked, "Princess, are you talking to me?"
The princess nodded, tears streaming down her face, and said, "You are my Xu'er, so of course I am talking to you."
Ling Jing was silent for a while, then turned around and asked, "Do you know everything?"
"I knew it from the first moment I saw your portrait." The princess wept silently. Looking at her son in front of her, her expression gradually became trance-like. Her eyes were both sad and gratifying, but more importantly, she was still self-conscious.
Responsibility and guilt.
"Princess, there is no need to be sad. In fact, you don't owe me anything." Ling Jing saw her crying and couldn't bear it. "On the contrary, it was you who gave birth to me that made me exist. I will definitely repay this kindness."
.”
Regardless of whether he admits it or not, this body was given to him by the princess in front of him. Without her, he would become a lonely ghost, whether in his previous life or in this life.
"Xu'er, can you come here and let me take a good look at you? This is the first time my mother has seen you like this when you have grown up. She is so sad." The more she spoke, the more tears fell in her eyes, and they fell down.
On the quilt.
"Yes." Ling Jing couldn't bear to refuse and walked to the bedside, letting the princess look at his face. (To be continued.)
