After Zhuge Mingkong finished speaking, he quickly walked towards the Jinghua Tower. Seeing that she did not stop her, the guards in the courtyard took Hui Wen and others to the courtyard and wanted to enter the courtyard. The guards in front of the door immediately stopped them.
"Please forgive me, my prince needs to rest and won't see guests!"
"Then why can sister Ming go in?" Hui Wen asked angrily, why can that stupid woman go in? As the eldest princess of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, she can't!
"Elder Princess, Miss Mingkong has been ordered by the emperor to learn prayers from the prince, so she can naturally enter and exit Jinghua Tower." The guard replied respectfully, then he swept across the group of girls in front of him and said, "I know this.
Everyone is concerned about the prince, but the prince’s illness really requires him to rest. I hope all the ladies can return home.”
"In that case, I won't bother you anymore." Feng Feixue spoke first. She was dressed in pink clothes that were extremely soft, and her fair skin was extremely crystal clear. Seeing her leave, everyone else also left.
At this time, Zhuge Mingkong had already reached the second floor. Only when she got here did she realize that the second floor was originally a bookstore, with many bookshelves arranged horizontally and vertically. After walking around, Zhuge Mingkong roughly knew how many bookshelves there were.
Wan Zangshu, she quickly picked up a book, sat down and started reading.
The sun shone in through the window, shining on her face impartially. I saw a strand of black hair slipping from her temples, matching black and white, reflecting her skin with a moist light like white snow. The corners of her bright red lips
She had a slightly upward smile, she was extremely beautiful and enchanting, and she was pure and noble. Her long eyelashes were slightly raised, and the sun covered her, casting a thick silhouette. At this time, she was as quiet as a virgin, and she was the best in the world.
She stayed in the bookstore all afternoon. After the sun went down, she left the bookstore and went directly to Rong Yu's room on the third floor. In today's battle, she narrowly won with half an eye, and Rong Yu was playing chess with her.
At this time, the cough became more and more severe. Although his expression did not change at all, only Zhuge Mingkong knew that his body was in pain.
Returning to Shuiyue Pavilion, she smelled a strong medicinal fragrance as soon as she entered the room. When she looked around, she saw a young man in red sitting at her window. His face was like jade, his facial features were exquisite, his eyebrows were picturesque, and he was charming.
Ya Jue Lun. Hearing the sound of opening the door, he quickly turned around and saw it was Zhuge Mingkong. A smile as bright as a sunflower bloomed at the corners of his lips.
"Xiao Tou, you're back." The boy ran up to her, his voice as excited as a child.
"Yes, Shuji." Zhuge Mingkong nodded, and then pulled him quickly towards Jinghua Tower.
"Xiao Tou, Nuannuan said you asked me for something, so I rushed over immediately. How about I obey you!" Shuji looked at Zhuge Mingkong, with a hint of expectation in his voice, as if he was waiting for Zhuge Mingkong to praise him.
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Zhuge Mingkong smiled and said: "Shushi, do you want to come over and sleep with An Nuan tonight?"
As soon as she finished her words, Shuji's face turned red. Zhuge Mingkong quickly took him to Rong Yu's room. At this time, Rong Yu was sitting on the kang bed, stroking his forehead with his right hand and holding it tightly with his left hand.
The clothes on the chest seem to be enduring pain.
Hearing the voice, Rong Yu raised his head, as if a stream of light flashed through his thick black eyes, which were exquisite and exquisite. He looked at Zhuge Mingkong, his eyes were warm, and the smile on his lips was as soft as running water: "What are you doing here?"
"Rong Yu, Shusi's medical skills are very good. Let him show you." Zhuge Mingkong pushed Shusi to the other side of the kang bed. Rong Yu looked at her with a little surprise in his eyes, but he still stretched out his hand.
Got out.
Shuji put his hand on Rong Yu's pulse, and his elegant face changed instantly.