As the night grew darker, the lights in King Huai's palace dimmed.
"Your Highness, it's time for you to sleep." Miss Jun said, looking at Prince Huai who was sitting on the bed with his eyes still wide open.
King Huai groaned and lay down, but his eyes were still open.
This is a clever perfunctory.
She still doesn't know what he's up to.
"Your Highness, how about I tell you a story?" Miss Jun said as she sat down by the bed.
King Huai immediately moved inward.
"No." He said, his voice polite and distant, "No need."
Miss Jun looked at King Huai, then at the maids and eunuchs who were retreating from the palace.
"Your Highness, do you want to hear the story about hunting tigers in the mountains?" She moved forward, looked at King Huai and raised his brows slightly and whispered.
This was the story that King Huai loved to hear himself tell in the past.
I never tire of listening to it, and I get excited every time I hear it.
I wonder if he can have some feelings for himself by saying this? It’s not that children are the most sensitive. Will this girl who tells the same story as his sister surprise and excite him?
Miss Jun suppressed her nervousness and looked at Jiu Fang.
Jiucheng, it’s sister, it’s sister Jiuling who is here to tell you a story again.
"No." King Huai didn't respond at all. He said simply and neatly. At the same time, he moved inward, "Can you get up?"
He also said, pointing to the quilt that Miss Jun was sitting on.
"You pressed my quilt. I can't sleep well like this."
He didn't express his dissatisfaction by crying or acting like other children. Even when he expressed his disgust, he was very polite, with the arrogant demeanor of a noble child.
Children are sensitive. Since the day he became King Huai, he should have known the environment he was in. Coupled with Princess Jiuli's upbringing, he used calmness to maintain the last trace of dignity like Princess Jiuli.
A child is a child, he only sees what he sees, you are his sister, he is close and dependent on you wholeheartedly, you are another person, even if they are similar, he will not be even half close.
This brat, Miss Jun sighed, thinking of something else to say to attract him, someone walked in from outside the door, and she froze immediately. She didn't have to look back to know that it was Lu Yunqi who had come in.
"Your Highness is tired from playing today. Go to bed early so that you can have the energy to play again tomorrow." She said, stood up from the bed and put down the curtain.
Lu Yunqi did not walk in, but sat down outside.
He's been like this these days.
Since Princess Jiuli left, he did not leave. He still stayed in King Huai's palace every night, not minding or avoiding Miss Jun who was also in this room.
In his eyes, Miss Jun is just a doctor, or a suspect, or even a dead person.
Miss Jun knew this very well and didn't mind at all.
But today it feels different.
The lights in the palace were dim, and a line of sight always rested on her in the night.
And this sight is different from before.
This is of course because of what I said and did today.
Miss Jun lay down on the couch. She was a little glad to have survived this crisis, but she was also a little anxious.
It's been so long since that incident, but he still remembers what he did.
Thinking of the many women in that house who seemed to be pieced together like herself, she felt sick again.
She turned over on the bed and clenched her hands tightly under the quilt.
He did those disgusting things and looked disgusting, what did he want to do!
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The winter sunlight shines through the room, bright and warm. Several windows are half-open, and a light fragrance permeates the room. There is no strong medicinal smell or dullness from a month ago.
There were many more people in the palace than before. The imperial doctors in official robes looked at Jiang Youshu who was diagnosing King Huai's pulse with concern.
Jiang Youshu looked solemn. After examining his left hand, he examined his right hand. It took him a while to withdraw his hand.
"How is it?" the doctors couldn't wait to ask.
Jiang Youshu nodded with a pleased smile on his face.
"Okay." He said.
The expressions of the imperial doctors were a little complicated.
It was actually cured.
Jiang Youshu stood up and raised his hands in the direction of the palace.
"The Emperor and the Queen Mother can finally rest assured." He sighed, and then looked at Miss Jun's sincere salute, "Miss Jun, Jiang is willing to give in."
Miss Jun was not moved by Dr. Jiang's sincerity, she just nodded.
This gesture was very arrogant in the eyes of the imperial doctors, which added to their dissatisfaction.
Miss Jun didn't care about their dissatisfaction, and she didn't feel anything about Jiang Youshu's humble surrender. How could she believe someone like Jiang Youshu.
When Jiang Youshu came to diagnose Prince Huai's pulse, Miss Jun's only reaction was that she would also be kicked out of Prince Huai's mansion.
But there is nothing we can do about it.
There are no secrets in Prince Huai's Mansion. The palace knows very well that Prince Huai's health has improved. Although she has many ways to make Prince Huai appear seriously ill so that she can stay with him longer, Prince Huai's body is not suitable.
She looked at King Huai who was sitting on the bed and full of energy.
It’s no wonder that Imperial Physician Jiang and others claimed that King Huai suffered from acne that was difficult to treat. The cold that King Huai had this time was indeed so severe that his body was almost hollowed out.
She did not dare and could not let King Huai use medicine to hide his improvement.
Although she wanted to stay with her brother, she didn't want to do so at the expense of his body.
"In this case, it's time to celebrate the New Year. I will return to the palace to report to the emperor, and Miss Jun can go back and have a good New Year with peace of mind." Jiang Youshu said with a smile.
Miss Jun did not speak, but gave him a brief salute to express her gratitude.
Jiang Youshu was not dissatisfied with Miss Jun's attitude and left with a smile, while the imperial doctors stayed.
"Miss Jun, if you have any instructions, please tell us." An imperial doctor said with a half-smile.
"I have nothing to tell you." Miss Jun replied immediately, looked at him and smiled, "Your Highness, I have cured you. If anything else happens, it will be your business. Don't blame it on me then."
That’s it.”
What are you talking about? The imperial doctors' faces were ashen.
"You are so bold, are you cursing His Highness Prince Huai?" an imperial doctor shouted with raised eyebrows.
Miss Jun smiled.
"There is no curse that can make people sick, only quack doctors who blame themselves for their incompetence can make the disease incurable," she said.
This girl! Absolutely!
The imperial doctors in the room looked angry and angry, and they gave up the joy and admiration they had tried to force out.
Mr. Gu, who was standing aside, smiled and looked at Miss Jun with a trace of amusement in his eyes.
Miss Jun ignored this and walked up to King Huai. She squatted down and looked at King Huai who was sitting on the couch.
"Your Highness, you have recovered from your illness now. I have to say goodbye." She said softly, "You must take good care of yourself, don't eat randomly, don't..."
Before she finished speaking, King Huai smiled and nodded at her.
"Thank you very much." He interrupted her with a clear childlike voice and a kind expression, "I will be grateful and reward you."
Miss Jun looked at him and was about to speak again, but King Huai had already waved to Mr. Gu.
"Mr. Gu," he shouted happily, jumping down from the couch, "I am cured now and can continue studying."
He walked quickly towards Mr. Gu, and Mr. Gu also came over and nodded to him with a smile.
"No hurry, no hurry," he said.
"It's urgent, I've delayed a lot of homework." King Huai said with a bit of seriousness and a bit of distress.
The doctors all laughed.
"Your Highness is really hardworking."
"Your Highness is smart and smart, and he will be able to make up for it soon."
They all laughed and the atmosphere in the room was lively and joyful.
Miss Jun, who was half-crouching in front of the couch, seemed to have been forgotten. She slowly stood up and glanced at Prince Huai, who was smiling happily at Mr. Gu. Perhaps he noticed her gaze, and Mr. Gu looked up with a smile in his eyes.
, and seems to be somewhat meaningful.
Miss Jun lowered her eyes and saluted him, picked up the medicine box and walked out without looking back.
When I walked out of Prince Huai's Mansion after more than a month, the streets were already filled with a strong New Year atmosphere.
No matter what, my wish has been fulfilled, Jiu Fu's illness was cured, Master's note was successfully obtained, Miss Jun patted the medicine box, and she can live a good year.
The hoofbeats of the horses clacked, and Lu Yunqi, escorted by a group of guards in uniform, came to the door, reined in his horse and looked down from a high position.
Miss Jun looked at him indifferently, then retracted her gaze and walked past him along the street, ignoring the glare behind her.
Thanks to Bing Yi from the South for the reward of the spirit beast eggs.
Thanks? The last shot? Reward Xianpa Yuan.
Thanks to md1 for tipping Heshi Bi.
Unknowingly, I have been writing this book for half a year. A lot of things have happened in the past six months. With the help of Vice Edition Doudou and the management team, and accompanied by all the book friends, I have made it through. There is still half a year left to work on.
If you all stick with me through thick and thin, I can't repay you in return. I would like to repay you by writing a story that will please everyone with the most sincere sincerity.
Thank you all for your hard work.
For those things I did not do well, thank you for your tolerance and tolerance. Please believe in my sincerity, my sincerity in writing stories and communicating with people, and my gratitude. (To be continued)