Tomorrow is the day when Zhusha gets her family. While she was going to the Royal Hospital to get medicine, Shiyi got up and went to the desk. She finally found the four objects, flattened the Xuan paper, and started walking around with her pen. She drew a flower.
, in addition to her, there is one person in the world who understands the meaning of this flower. After thinking for a while, he wrote four lines of small characters: Dongyang Xu Xu Wu returns to the stage, morning dew melts and water Biyunzhai; Wangliu Simu across the bank, the palace wall
Still open the holy pavilion to mourn.
"Girl, why are you up?" Zhu Sha rushed back in time, holding a blue medicine bottle in her hand.
Eleven put down his pen and looked up at her, with a slight smile on his lips, "I haven't held a pen in a long time."
Zhu Sha stood in front of the desk and looked at the painting on the paper strangely, "Girl, what is this painting?"
No wonder Zhu Sha has never seen it before. This flower blooms in a strange way, and she painted it even more strangely. "Zin Sha, can I ask you for a favor?"
"What can I do for you, slave?"
The maid was humble in the palace. She folded the paper on Eleven and said, "Can you help me? When you see your family tomorrow, please help me give this paper to your family. Let them find someone to help me put the paper."
Send it to a small town called Anlou outside Zhuqiu City. There is a Yin Wei Garden in the town. Just give the letter to the owner of the garden."
Zhu Sha held the letter in her hand and looked at her master anxiously, "Girl, you..."
Zhu Sha was not stupid, and Shi Yi knew that he could not hide it from her, "Yes, my memory goes beyond the two years in Dongzhao Palace."
"Will the girl run away again?"
Eleven shook her head, "I won't run away." I'm waiting for someone to rescue me. She believes that Brother Yin will definitely find her.
Zhu Sha was doubtful about the letter. She stood up and walked to the dressing table on the eleventh day. She took out the last two jewelry pieces from the drawer under the table and handed them to Zhu Sha. "This is considered as the hard work of the messenger, and your family will make up the rest."
For home use.”
"No, Master." Zhu Sha refused in panic, "These are your last two valuable things. I will help you without any reward."
Reaching out and stroking her hair that hung over her ears, Shiyi smiled gratefully and said, "Silly girl, I don't care about these things. Besides, no matter how beautiful I dress up, you won't even look at me twice."
The king cares about the girl very much. She knows that. She must not be wrong. Zhusha is arguing for the king in her heart. But she dare not say it out because the girl doesn't believe it at all. Also, the king tortured the girl like that and almost killed her. Who can
Would you believe that someone who cares about you would be so cruel to you? "Thank you very much, girl."
"What are you holding in your hand?" Zhusha is not stupid, but not courageous. Eleven was worried that Zhusha would regret it, so he quickly changed the subject.
Zhusha looked at the girl quietly and said word by word, "Aunt Liu Meiliu brought this on the king's order. She said it is very effective in removing scars after injuries have healed. She ordered the slaves to serve the girl until she has finished it."
She didn’t want what Qi Mingye brought, and even hearing the name made her heartache. But she laughed, laughing at Qi Mingye’s kindness, “Since it’s the king’s order, you just have to obey it, there’s no need to do this.
He looked at me worriedly. Maybe the king still has nostalgia for me, otherwise he wouldn't be willing to let me die."
Why would Qi Mingye miss her? Shiyi didn't know. She controlled herself not to think about everything about Qi Mingye, not to resist, not to think about it.
Lying back on the bed, Eleven closed his eyes.
When Zhu Sha went out to meet her parents the next day, Eleven was still feeling uneasy and panicked. But after seeing Zhu Sha come back and tell her that everything was okay, Eleven felt completely at ease. The next wait might be a very long one.