Xia Houranluo just stood in the yard and looked around, without taking a closer look. The princess mansion was expanded, and most of the gardens were built according to the tradition of Gongguo's royal family. She didn't have much interest in these gardens that were similar to each other.
I just wanted to come here to see if Xiangli Rongde was feeling better, but now it seems that he is fine.
"Is Rongjun free today?" Xia Houranluo cast his eyes on Xiangli Rongde and asked straight to the point.
There was a trace of panic in Xiangli Rongde's eyes, and he quickly lowered his head. He didn't know what Xia Houranluo was going to do, so he was a little panicked: "Rongde is free, but I don't know what the princess needs Rongde to do."
What?"
Seeing Xiangli Rongde's shy look, Xia Houranluo felt that he was in a good mood. The most familiar thing about Xiangli Rongde and Gong Liyangxuan was that they usually didn't have many emotional changes, but he could see that Xiangli Rongde was so shy.
She looked like she was seeing Gong Lian Yangxuan, just like when she was back in Feng State, Gong Lian Yangxuan would occasionally show such an expression...
Xia Houranluo stretched out his hand and took hold of Xiangli Rongde: "Last time I went out, Yuanqing said that there was a beautiful peach blossom forest on the outskirts of the imperial capital. Shall we go and have a look?"
Looking blankly at Xia Houranluo who grabbed his hand, Prime Minister Rongde suddenly retracted his hand: "Rongde will accompany the princess."
I don't know why Xiangli Rongde didn't let her touch his hand, but Xia Houranluo remembered the wound on his palm. For a martial artist, such a wound is just like being bitten by a mosquito, so she
He forcibly pulled Xiangli Rongde's hand, only to find that the wounds on his palms had almost disappeared, leaving only faint traces. However, there were many other scars and calluses on these palms. Such calluses did not look like those of Xiangli Rongde.
The scars left by martial arts don't look like injuries from martial arts, they look like... torture injuries!
"Your hands..."
While Xia Houran was distracted, Xiangli Rongde still pulled his hand back with force. He didn't know that Xia Houran knew martial arts and could forcefully grab his hand at once, but his hands were the last thing he wanted to let go.
One of the places Xia Houranluo saw was because it was not the hand of a prince, but the hand of a slave. In his twenty years of life, he had to bear the most punishment. His father was a prisoner of war and a slave.
He was born a man, and naturally he was a slave. As his biological mother, Prince Yue, he never called him son. His royal sisters treated him as a servant and a slave, so those pairs of hands had to do rough work all year round.
His hands cannot be seen at all. He is obviously like a thin scholar who cannot lift with his shoulders or lift with his hands, but he needs to prune flowers and plants, carry water for laundry, and light fire for cooking every day. And if the imperial sisters are not happy
You can also take it out on him...
His hands were wide, with protruding knuckles, and the backs of his hands were covered with veins. His palms were full of scars and calluses. They were not at all like the hands of a husband's servant, and they were completely unlike the hands of a righteous king. He even understood that even if
After buying him into a brothel, the madam wouldn't want him even if he saw his hands. They were just the hands of a slave.
"Jongde, what's wrong with your hand?"
Hearing Xia Houranluo call his name, Xiangli Rongde's body trembled suddenly. He quickly took a step back but bumped into the silver birdcage. The birdcage fell from the stone table and the cage opened.
A light yellow bird spread its wings and fluttered a few times, then flew up and then disappeared into the sky.
