The person who can make Feng Jingyu spend three years, this person is definitely not a good stubble.

"But......" Dew Drop hesitated again, "I heard that the sixth prince is obviously very ugly, and no one has a reason to marry him, what kind of triangular eyes or something." ”

Chu Xuewei smiled, "Do you know why you say that everything is based on the real thing?" Here it is. ”

However, even if the rumors are false, this sixth prince does not have long blue-faced fangs like the rumors, and Chu Xuewei still doesn't like him at all.

It can be said that from the first time she saw him, Chu Xuewei felt that she would be incompatible with him.

Dew thought for a while and nodded, "Also, this sixth prince looks romantic, but in fact, it's just like that, isn't he still hanging from a tree by us?" ”

"But don't take the enemy lightly, how do you know if he is pretending to show us like this?" Chu Xuewei took a sip of tea.

Dew was woken up by her so little, but she was full of questions, "Then this person is so dangerous, why did the prince let him enter the palace?" ”

Chu Xuewei pretended to be unfathomable and took a sip of tea, and said indifferently: "Since the prince dares to do this, it means that he has his plans, and I believe that if the prince is not ten out of ten confident, it is estimated that he will not place the six princes in the mansion." ”

"Oh-oh - the princess is still smart and thinks clearly."

The dew drops filled Chu Xuewei with tea again, but Yu Guang inadvertently caught a glimpse of a figure outside the door, "Huh? Miss, Su Mo is here. ”

Chu Xuewei turned around and saw Su Mo standing at the door with a complicated face, his face a little ugly.

He was just standing in the doorway, but he didn't mean to come in.

Chu Xuewei got up and walked out, "Su Mo? What's wrong? Why don't you come in. ”

Chu Xuewei stopped one step away from Su Mo, but was grabbed by Su Mo's wrist.

That's a lot of strength......

Chu Xuewei's brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

Su Mo took two deep breaths, let go of Chu Xuewei, and then gestured with his hand: Who did you just say arrived at the palace?

"The princess speculates that it may be the sixth prince of Western Korea, and that person is simply a little unconscious......"

Dewdrop's words came to an abrupt end, because now Su Mo's face was really ugly...... The face that already had scars left was even more like three feet of ice at this time.

After being with him for so long, it was the first time Chu Xuewei had seen him show such a gloomy expression.

"What's wrong with you? Why is your face so bad? Could it be that the wound has recurred? Chu Xuewei frowned and looked at him with concern.

Dew stayed aside, and he didn't know what he said wrong to make Su Mo's face so bad, so he could only stand aside and keep his mouth shut, not daring to squeak again.

Su Mo looked at her worried expression, the chaos in his mind dissipated in an instant, he suddenly came to his senses, and his originally mysterious purple eyes also recovered their calm from the blood.

"You...... Are you alright? Chu Xuewei still looked at him sadly.

Su Mo raised his eyes, looked at her silently with those eyes, paused, Su Mo pulled a smile, but that smile made Chu Xuewei feel reluctant no matter what.

Dew couldn't help it, stepped forward in a few steps, grabbed Su Mo's hand, and walked him towards his room, still muttering: "You guy is injured and running around, let me go back and lie down on the bed obediently!" ”

Dewdrop's attitude was very blunt, but Su Mo surprisingly did not resist, Chu Xuewei glanced at the actions of the two, and did not make a sound, just leaned to the side and watched the actions of the two.

"It's been so long, and I don't know if you've changed your dressing properly," Dew still muttered, "It's been so long that this scar hasn't gotten better, and it won't leave a scar, right?" If she really left a scar, Xiaocui would be distressed to death. ”

Su Mo's face instantly turned bad again, and he mentioned Xiaocui in a good manner, I don't know if that is his shortcoming?

Su Mo's temper suddenly came up, he shook off the dew and took his hand, and walked forward alone.

However, Lu Zhu didn't pay attention to Su Mo's cold face at all, and still licked his face and chased after him with a smile.

Chu Xuewei didn't interject, and the two of them seemed to have completely forgotten her.

In this regard, Chu Xuewei can only say "heavy color and light friends", in addition, Chu Xuewei has no other way, she can't delay the free love of two good young people, right?

Chu Xuewei returned to her room, closed the door tightly, and then entered the space.

In the past few days, everything has been piled up, and she has no time to take a look at the space, and now she should go inside to do some hygiene while she has a little time.

I haven't been in for so long, even the space should have fallen into a layer of dust.

Chu Xuewei entered the space and took a look, and sure enough, there was already a thin layer of ash on the desk.

She walked over, dusted the desk off, and looked at it.

Chu Xuewei specially marked the desk with a red line, but now, the desk has exceeded the red line a lot.

She made a rough comparison, and the extra part was not much, estimated to be only a palm's width.

It feels as if except for the existence of true qi when treating the prince, the true qi is almost negligible at other times.

Chu Xuewei sat on the desk and couldn't help but speculate, "Could it be that only by treating patients can this research room be revealed?" ”

In that case, it seems that opening a medical center is the fastest way, or will she go directly to Langya Pavilion for consultation?

Chu Xuewei thought, got down from the desk, and then made some antidote pills and poison powder, and then she walked out of the space.

The troupe is five days together.

Chu Xuewei put a batch of medicinal materials in the backyard, and then dug out Su Mo, who had been stuffy in the room, to select the medicinal materials together.

If Su Mo didn't come out to bask in the sun again, Chu Xuewei would wonder if he was going to get moldy.

Su Mo listened to the music from time to time in the front yard, and didn't make a sound, just silently doing what he was doing, while listening to the music.

"Su Mo, do you like to listen to dramas?" Dew also came out to help.

She tried to talk to Su Mo, but Su Mo only shook her head slightly, let alone talking to her, she didn't even raise her head.

However, who is Dewdrop, he didn't care about Su Mo's coldness at all, but raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I'm yes too, I don't like to watch that kind of stage, but shadow puppetry is more to my appetite." ”

Su Mo didn't pay attention to it, but the dew was still unfinished, but he wanted to continue.

"Dewdrop, Su Mo," Chu Xuewei didn't ask them to chat, "I'm going to go to Langya Pavilion for a consultation." ”

"Huh?" Dew looked at Chu Xuewei, "What are you talking about, princess?" Did I hear me right? ”

"You heard it right," Chu Xuewei put down the medicinal herbs in her hand, "I'm going to be a doctor!" ”

Speaking of this, Chu Xuewei's eyes lit up.

"Princess, you seem to be amusing me." The dew was full of incredulity.

"I didn't make you happy, I mean it!" Chu Xuewei thought for a while, "Didn't you notice that the crown prince has been jumping in front of me recently?" That just means that the prince is fine, and now the title deed of Langya Pavilion is in my hands, and it is so famous, if it is only used to refine medicine in my hands, it will be too bad. ”

After hearing this, Dew Drop was silent for two seconds, but her expression was still full of disapproval, "Princess, have you forgotten the prince, the prince will not agree with your idea, princess." ”

Chu Xuewei heard Lu Zhu mention this before she remembered that there was still a level of Feng Jingyu.

According to Feng Jingyu's temper, he would never allow himself to go to Langya Pavilion to do such a showy thing.

Chu Xuewei couldn't help but feel a little depressed, but then her eyes lit up again.

Feng Jingyu seems to have said...... As long as she can double Langya Pavilion's assets within two months, he will not be interfering in Langya Pavilion's affairs, and even if she goes to Langya Pavilion for consultation, he will not be able to intervene!

Although it's a bit of a sword going off the rails, she can't help it......

Since the beginning of her last life, her wish has been to open a small clinic to treat patients and accompany her family for the rest of her life.

This wish in the previous life was not realized, and in this life, it should also be realized!

Thinking so, Chu Xuewei still tried her best to convince Feng Jingyu, if Feng Jingyu could agree, she would not have to work so hard.

And...... Feng Jingyu's stomach was full of ink, if it really went against his wishes, maybe he would be grounded.

What should I do......

Chu Xuewei was thinking about this even when she was having dinner, but fortunately Feng Jingyu hadn't come back tonight, otherwise Feng Jingyu could see what she was thinking at a glance.

Chu Xuewei went to the yard for a stroll after eating, and she really couldn't think of anything if she stayed in one place all the time.

Dew Zhu walked behind Chu Xuewei for a while, and then couldn't help it, "Aren't you worried, princess?" It's all ordered, the prince is still in the barracks and hasn't come back. ”

Chu Xuewei couldn't help but pause.

That's right...... When he went out this morning, he was still telling her that he would be back soon, and now that it was this hour, there was no one to be seen

"I guess I was stumped by something......" Chu Xuewei said, not knowing whether she was comforting Dew Drop or telling herself.

Dew thought about it, and her eyes lit up slightly, "I remember, in the past, the prince used to stay in the barracks for most of the month, but after you came, princess, it was different, and the prince spent more time in the palace." ”

"Isn't he always in the study with a brush to point out the country?" Chu Xuewei raised her eyebrows, obviously a little unconvinced.

Although Feng Jingyu relied on the war to raise his eyebrows, but he was nested in the military camp for most of the month and half of the month, which is also unlikely, right? After all, he is a prince, and he should be more accustomed to living a life of golden branches and jade leaves.

Dew Zhu pursed her mouth and muttered: "In order to facilitate the prince's handling of official documents, the prince has his own study on the side of the barracks." ”

"But I think he's very idle, I can meet him anywhere," Chu Xuewei said sincerely, "I guess he just finished the battle and didn't have anything to do." ”

Dew couldn't help but roll her eyes, "How is that possible!" Maybe for the prince, he can only be idle when he goes out on the expedition, and he not only has to manage the military camps and border passes in the court, but also helps deal with the affairs of the court and China, how can he be idle. ”

Chu Xuewei's brows couldn't help frowning.

Feng Jingyu would come to her when he had nothing to do, and he would stay for three or four hours, thinking that he was very idle every day......

How did he have time to get in front of her when he was so busy?

Could it be that you deliberately squeezed out time?

What about the purpose? To accompany yourself?

Impossible, right...... This doesn't look like the style of the dignified Seven Princes.

Chu Xuewei was still thinking about it when she returned to her room, and she didn't even think about how to convince Feng Jingyu.

In Chu Xuewei's impression, Feng Jingyu is just like a monster, not to mention the goblin look, the city is also unfathomable, he always resists many things on himself, but he never sees him tired.

He didn't seem to care about anything, just an endless review and turn.

And Feng Jingyu at this time was the most amazing in Chu Xuewei's eyes, as if as long as he saw him like this, he could settle down.

Even when he woke up in the morning and looked at him asleep, it seemed that he had just closed his eyes, and he never showed tiredness.

However, if he had so many things on his shoulders, how could he not be tired.

So how did Feng Jingyu manage to squeeze out time to dangle in front of her?

Chu Xuewei was lying on the bed, although her eyes were closed, she didn't feel sleepy.

It wasn't until the moon was thin and the night was halfway through that Chu Xuewei heard a sound of light and steady footsteps in the courtyard.

Feng Jingyu was lightly moved, trying to push the door in as lightly as possible, but despite this, there was still a slight sound.

The candle in the room was still lit, and Feng Jingyu's brows were slightly furrowed.

He had just lifted the bamboo curtain when he saw Chu Xuewei who was asleep sitting in front of the table of the Eight Immortals.

Chu Xuewei lay directly on the table without image, and there was a stack of white ribbons pressed underneath.

Do you use ribbons as pillows to make your sleep more comfortable? So why not just go to bed? Aren't you waiting for yourself to come back?

Thinking of this, Feng Jingyu's face became even worse, he took off the regular clothes in his cloak, and then put the cloak on Chu Xuewei's body.

Feng Jingyu sat down next to Chu Xuewei, picked up the newly submitted folds on the side and continued to review them.

However, although Feng Jingyu's eyes were on the fold, his attention didn't know where to go, his gaze looked at the void, and returned to Chu Xuewei's body.

Feng Jingyu lowered her body, and Chu Xuewei's delicate face was reflected in her phoenix eyes.

Maybe she has been sleeping on her stomach for too long, and her face has been stuffed with ribbons with red marks, which looks a little silly, and her hands have squeezed the flesh on her face together.

"It's a good night's sleep." Feng Jingyu sighed, put down the fold in his hand, then stood up, stretched out his hand and bent down to gently hug Chu Xuewei.

Chu Xuewei gently put her back on the bed and picked up the quilt next to her to cover her, but Feng Jingyu turned around and saw a pair of eyes still looking at him blankly.

"Are you awake?" Feng Jingyu was not embarrassed by his actions when he was seen at all, but was very calm.

"How can you not wake up when you move so much." Chu Xuewei pretended to complain, but she also understood that Feng Jingyu had deliberately lightened her movements, but she was not asleep and noticed it.

Chu Xuewei rubbed her eyes in a daze, and after making sure that she was not mistaken, she suddenly sat up: "Feng Jingyu, when did you come back?" ”

"Who allowed you to call this king by his first name?" Feng Jingyu raised his eyebrows slightly, "This king is not here for a day, you are presumptuous?" ”

Having said that, Feng Jingyu felt that it was much better for her to call her name than to call her the prince.

Chu Xuewei grimaced at Feng Jingyu and changed the topic, "You came back so late, and you don't want to see when you will come now." ”

Chu Xuewei said, and was about to poke her head out to look at the hourglass on the table of the Eight Immortals.

Feng Jingyu stepped forward and blocked Chu Xuewei's sight, he sat on the edge of the bed, and said lightly: "It's just ugly, it's still early." ”

This demon! It's all too early to say that the energy can't be used up?

Chu Xuewei turned her head, thought about it, and simply got up from the bed.

Feng Jingyu watched her run to the table of the Eight Immortals, reached out to take the ribbons, and then ran back, climbing onto the bed very neatly and covering the quilt again.

"Here's for you." Chu Xuewei stretched out a hand from the quilt and stuffed the silk in her hand into Feng Jingyu's arms.

"What is this?"

Chu Xuewei's face was slightly red, she reached out and lifted the quilt above her head, and a small sound came from the quilt.

"I just learned today that you have so many things to do, so you must rest well, but my sleeping appearance is ugly and will make you noisy, so ......"

"So...... What do you want to say? Feng Jingyu's voice was tinged with a slight smile.

Chu Xuewei lifted the quilt suddenly, "Why are you so wooden today!" ”

After speaking, Chu Xuewei slammed the quilt back again.

In the quilt, Chu Xuewei turned around, her back to Feng Jingyu, but secretly stretched out her head a little, and her eyes were secretly aimed at him, "You can't sleep well, you wake up as soon as I move, so ...... You should tie my hands and feet when you go to bed in the future! ”

Chu Xuewei said, turned around, lifted the quilt, sat up, put her hands together, stretched out in front of Feng Jingyu, and looked at him with a pair of eyes full of seriousness.

Feng Jingyu looked at her levelly, with no expression on her face, but there was a slight expression in her eyes that Chu Xuewei couldn't understand.

Feng Jingyu just looked at her like this, but she never moved, Chu Xuewei frowned, and put her hand on the ribbon that Feng Jingyu was holding in her hand, "You are numb, I still want to sleep." ”

"......" Feng Jingyu sighed, withdrew his eyes like a fool, and then stretched out his hand, dragged Chu Xuewei into his arms, and then pounced, and the whole person pressed on Chu Xuewei's body.

Chu Xuewei subconsciously struggled, but was taken by Feng Jingyu to roll around on the bed, and then was crushed by Feng Jingyu's hands.

Feng Jingyu pressed Chu Xuewei while pulling the quilt over, and then the hand that wrapped around Chu Xuewei tightened suddenly, pressing a certain little guy who was moving directly into his arms.

Chu Xuewei still wanted to struggle, but a tired voice came from overhead, "Don't make trouble, sleep." ”

Chu Xuewei was slightly stunned.

Did the day's work make him tired?

Chu Xuewei frowned slightly.

It must be tricky to let him deal with things so late, I guess it hasn't been done yet, and I should go out early tomorrow morning......

No matter how powerful Feng Jingyu is, he is just a mortal, and he is not an immortal, he will be tired......

Maybe it's not just today, he's been so tired before, but she's never found out.

Chu Xuewei's movements slowly decreased, and finally calmed down, and after a while, there was a steady breathing sound behind her.

Chu Xuewei also closed her eyes, but she could hear the sound of breathing more clearly and the heartbeat in Feng Jingyu's chest was calm and powerful.

This voice unexpectedly made her a little messy, her heartbeat stabilized, her breathing gradually evened, and her tense body was wrapped by Feng Jingyu's arm.

Chu Xuewei didn't know when she fell asleep, and when she woke up, it was already three days old, and the people around her were long gone.

There is still a little residual fragrance of Long Yan in the quilt, and the temperature is gone, it seems that Feng Jingyu has been gone for a while.

Chu Xuewei couldn't help but hold her forehead, and she couldn't wait to hide her hands and feet.

I can't sleep well, what's the use of asking for it!

Chu Xuewei let Dew Drop come in and combed her a simple hairstyle, and hastily decorated it with three taels of jewelry.

Chu Xuewei saw the dew and took out a purple gauze skirt with a very light color, the style was not new, but it was just right with the simple hairstyle.

can use extreme simplicity to dress her up like a fairy, and this little girl Dew Drop is really capable.

Even Chu Xuewei, who usually wears clothes based on the principle of "how comfortable and how to come", couldn't help but smack her tongue.

People are really unseemly, the dew drops look nervous, but they have a good shape.

"That's good!" Chu Xuewei also did not hesitate to praise her.

When Lu Zhu heard this, her nose was about to tilt to her head, "That's not it, before I officially came to take care of the princess and your daily life, the prince specially asked me to receive professional training, and now I can do everything with my hands!" ”

Chu Xuewei raised her eyebrows.

Feng Jingyu? Why did he command it again...... This...... Are you sure it's the terrifying phoenix feather that is rumored outside?

Is this person who sleeps with him every day sure that he is the one who kills people without blinking an eye and makes a place bleed anytime and anywhere? It can't be the wrong game account, right?

Chu Xuewei finished breakfast with all kinds of thoughts, and then left the palace with the dewdrops.

They walked all the way to Langya Pavilion.

She came to see the bitter mother this time.

Although she hasn't been in Langya Pavilion yet, she should also be told that Langya Pavilion has now changed hands and is completely under her control.

However, Chu Xuewei's abacus failed, Ku Niang was not in Langya Pavilion, and even Uncle Fan was not here.

The janitor told them that not long ago, Ku Niang and Uncle Fan were invited to the barracks by the prince.

Chu Xuewei immediately thought of the troublesome things that happened in the barracks, and couldn't help frowning.

What is it that will make Feng Jingyu's face bitter mother and Uncle Fan invite them over together?

She should be able to do something, right?

"Dewdrop, let's go back first, let's come back next time." Chu Xuewei commanded at the dewdrops.

As she spoke, Dew helped her into the carriage where she had come.

As soon as she returned to Xiaoyuan, Chu Xuewei locked herself in the space.

She first prepared some herbs commonly used for heat stroke, and then after thinking about it, she decided to wait for him to come back before making plans.

If she doesn't even know what the patient's symptoms are, then even if these herbs are prepared, it will be useless.

But if it's just ordinary heat stroke...... That thing should work.

Chu Xuewei walked out of the space, "Su Mo, dewdrops!" ”

She handed a slip to Dewdrop, "You go to the pharmacy and get these pills back, remember, the amount is too much." ”

Some medicines are too common, so Chu Xuewei didn't prepare too much, but the amount of medicine she was going to do now was really a bit large, so she had to catch the dewdrops.

Dewdrop took the order, nodded and went out.

"Su Mo, you ask someone to build two pots for me in the open space and go out, remember that the pot should be the largest."

There are so many soldiers, and the amount of medicine must be a little more.

Su Mo nodded and turned to leave.

When Dew came back, there was a big bag in her hand, Chu Xuewei took some of the medicinal materials in her hand, and then matched them.

Among the medicinal herbs that Chu Xuewei asked Lu Zhu to buy, they included Huoxiang leaves and Atractylodes, which were the best medicinal materials for heat stroke.

The dew was washed all over his face by the steam emitted by the hot water, and he couldn't help but take a step back, "Princess, what are you going to do?" ”

"Of course it......" Chu Xuewei paused, and then the corners of her mouth hooked up a slightly weird smile, "Dewdrop, do you want to help the prince?" ”

"I must think of that!" Dewdrop's eyes immediately lit up, "If the prince can be idle, he will have time to accompany you more, in this way, I can see that Xiao Shizi's days are not just around the corner!" ”

The corners of Chu Xuewei's mouth twitched, "What kind of nonsense are you talking about, children's families, thinking about those messy things every day." ”

Dew Drop grimaced, "Princess, what kind of help are we helping the prince?" ”

Chu Xuewei cleared her throat and pointed to the remaining materials, "According to the medicine list I gave you just now, just throw these medicinal materials into that pot." ”

Dew Drop stepped forward to pick up the heavy herbs and walked over to the two cauldrons.

"You don't need so many medicinal herbs, half of them will do, and after waiting for an hour, you will take out the medicinal residue and put it in another pot." Chu Xuewei continued in the back.

Dew Zhu nodded, put the medicinal herbs into the pot as she said, and then guarded the two pots with Su Mo, and had to add firewood from time to time when boiling the medicine to ensure that the heat was big enough.

It was just after noon, and a strong smell of medicine wafted out of the courtyard.

Chu Xuewei looked at the color and made sure that the heat and time were enough, so that Lu Zhu and Su Mo put out the fire, and then instructed Lu Zhu to pour one pot of medicine into another pot.

Fortunately, Dew Drop has a strange power, otherwise I really don't know who is present to do this.

This pot of soup is difficult for even a few strong men to lift, let alone pour into another pot.

The two pots of medicinal soup are almost a hundred catties, but the residue in the soup is filtered out, and there is not much medicinal soup left, all poured into the bowl, and there are only five servings.

Dew pinched her nose and couldn't help but fan her hand in front of her nose.

She really didn't like the taste.

"That's it!" Chu Xuewei nodded with satisfaction, picked up the medicinal soup and put it under her nose and smelled it.

Su Mo stepped forward and also smelled tentatively, but he was immediately frightened by this smell, and he couldn't help but gesture with his hand: What kind of medicine is this?

"Huoxiang Zhengqi water, it's delicious!" Chu Xuewei raised her eyebrows and blurted out, "As long as someone suffers from heat stroke, take a sip of this to ensure that they will come back to life immediately." ”

"Really?" Dew Drop was a little unconvinced.

The latter sentence is of course true, but the first sentence is not necessarily.

Chu Xuewei just smiled mysteriously, and then took out a few small bamboo tubes from the room and poured these medicines into them, so that they could be easily carried on their bodies.

"We'll take this to the barracks tomorrow."

Dew nodded busily.

Su Mo stepped forward at this time, gestured twice at Chu Xuewei, and went back to the room directly.

"Princess, do you think Su Mo's face is so bad......" Dew Zhu came to Chu Xuewei's face, her face was a little worried, "I have troubles at such a young age, and I have to grow up?" ”

"Cut," Chu Xuewei poked her head and pouted, "Obviously you are still a little kid, and you are embarrassed to say that people, Su Mo is just because he is not yet old, and when he is old, he can be taller than you in the blink of an eye." ”

Dewdrop's mouth curled and she stopped talking.

Chu Xuewei's eyes looked at Su Mo's room when Lu Zhu lowered her head, and only withdrew her gaze after a moment.

And at this moment, the sound of opera that was supposed to sound in the front hall was changed at this time.

Xi Huanxiang is also a person who can have fun, and he directly asked someone to build a painting boat and put it in Guanyin Lake.

The painting boat is very large and not doudizhu, the whole is as high as two floors, and you can know at a glance that a lot of money must have been spent.

At this time, Xi Huanxiang and Hermione were sitting with Han Xichao on the side of the pavilion, leisurely watching the people in the painting boat performing acrobatics.

This is a newly invited troupe of Xi Huanxiang, and the performer at this time is just a girl who is only about eight or nine years old.

Although the girl is dressed very beautifully, but her face is a little pale, at this time the girl is looking for the ground with her chest, the back of the waist is raised high, which shows that it is tight, and there is a wooden stick on the tip of the toe instantly, and there are several white jade porcelain bowls shaking on the wooden stick.

Although it looks good, it will make people feel breathless.

In the octagonal pavilion, several people who have been known as golden branches and jade leaves since birth are holding candied fruits in their hands and holding sake and chatting with each other.

Han Xichao lay on the tuise longue, letting the maid on the side fan him until his hands were soft, but his demeanor was always a little cold, and he didn't seem to be interested in the things in front of him.

Xi Huanxiang's afterglow had been on him, and he noticed the boredom in his eyes for the first time, and after thinking about it, Xi Xiangxiang arched Hermione beside her with her elbow and gave her a look.

Hermione still had a veil on her face, and she kept her head down, not daring to look at Han Xichao, let alone talk to him.

Hermione's hand kept pinching the veil, for fear that it would fall off, although the medicine Chu Xuewei gave her was indeed useful, and it stopped itching after using it for a while, but the scabs had not fallen off, and these scabs were ugly on her face, how could she dare to show them.

Although she knew that Xi Huanxiang meant to match her with the six princes of West Korea, she knew that this matter had not yet been written, so she did not dare to act without permission.

But Xi Huanxiang's hints to her were so obvious that she had to move even if she didn't dare to move, "I wonder if today's performance is not quite your appetite for the Sixth Prince?" Why does it look a little boring......"

Han Xichao stretched lazily, "Let's ...... this performance"

His voice stopped abruptly, and then he frowned, "Do you have any smell?" ”

Xi Huanxiang and Hermione were stunned for a moment, unconsciously followed and sniffed, and then covered their noses in the next second.

Sure enough, there was a strange smell, and it was like a medicinal smell, but it was far less intense than other medicinal smells, and there was a faint spicy smell, which was really unpleasant.

Xi Huanxiang's brows furrowed, her face became very serious, and she turned her head to look at Mama Wang, "Mama Wang, why does it smell so strange?" ”

Mama Wang hurriedly bowed down, "It's the slave and maid who are negligent, and the slave and maid will go and investigate." ”

"Mama, don't worry, I smell like the smell of Chinese medicine, maybe someone is boiling Chinese medicine." Hermione speculated on herself.

At the mention of those two words, Xi Huanxiang's face changed instantly.

Medicinal herb?

She slapped the case suddenly, her face solemn, "It's Chu Xuewei again, she just can't even settle down for a day, right?" ”

As soon as Hermione heard Xi Huanxiang's words, her face turned a little pale in an instant, she forced her composure, and hurriedly grabbed Xi Huanxiang's arm, and said in a bit of a panic: "Auntie, don't be angry, maybe it's not your cousin, it's just that you're just an ignorant person." ”

"Ignorant? It's really ignorant! Xi Huanxiang was even more angry, "Looking at this huge Nine Kings Mansion, apart from her Chu Xuewei, who else would engage in these famous halls!" ”

Hermione stood up, pressed Xi Huanxiang's shoulder, and whispered in her ear, "Auntie, don't be in a hurry to get angry, I'll take a look." ”

Xi Huanxiang looked at Hermione, her brows furrowed slightly.

This Hermione has been speaking for the dead girl since the last time she came back from the palace.

Hasn't she been bought by Chu Xuewei?

Xi Huanxiang's mood was already bad, and now it is even worse.

But Han Xichao is still here, she can't have a seizure in public, after all, she is still a concubine, and she still has to take care of the problem of face.

And Hermione was also careful when talking to her, and she didn't want to save her face.

Xi Huanxiang endured the unhappiness in her heart, and nodded that she should be Hermione.

Hermione took a sip of the evening incense, and then was about to follow the smell of the medicine, but before she could leave the pavilion, a voice of great interest came from behind her.

"Miss Hermione, slow down."

The sound is very crisp, like the sound of the mountain wind blowing through the wind chimes, which makes people feel comfortable.

Hermione's heart beat a little faster at her feet, and she looked back with some hesitation.

I saw that Han Xichao didn't know when he got up from the chaise longue, and he walked briskly in front of Hermione, "This acrobatic is very boring, why don't you go with you to see it now?" ”

Han Xichao looked at Hermione who was stunned in place, lowered her head, bowed her body slightly, and looked at her with a pair of eyes with a smile in her eyes, "I don't know what Miss Hermione thinks?" ”

Hermione's face was slightly red at the sight of his eyes, and she only felt that the voice was like a divine power, so that she couldn't break free from it, and she looked at him like this, forgetting to give a response.

Xi Huanxiang looked at Hermione on the side, her mood was a little complicated, this sixth prince of West Korea treated Hermione like this, obviously she had a little affection for Hermione, but Hermione's reaction in front of her, she couldn't wait to take Hermione back and teach her better.

What kind of climate does this look like?

Xi Huanxiang calmed down her displeasure, "The six princes have said so, Hermione, take the six princes to take a look." ”

Xi Huanxiang deliberately mentioned Hermione's name, which made Hermione wake up suddenly, Hermione quickly calmed down and put away her shy appearance, "Please here, Your Highness." ”

Han Xichao nodded, and turned away with Hermione's steps, but the moment he turned around, his eyes swept over Xi Huanxiang's body, and there was a hint of banter in his eyes.

Although Hermione led the way, she couldn't walk in front of Han Xichao in terms of identity, so Hermione hesitated and had to be half a step behind him.

Han Xichao glanced at Hermione, who was concentrating on walking, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, her eyebrows were slightly raised, the white jade bone fan in her hand poked her chin, and said, "Miss Hermione just called me to cherish the court, and it would be too angry to call Her Highness." ”

Hermione's attention was instantly distracted by the words of his gentle voice, and her thoughts rose and fell like the temperature during the rainy season.

Looking at Hermione's reaction, Han Xichao put away his smile.

Leaving Xi Huanxiang's sight all the way, Han Xichao didn't say a word again.

Hermione wanted to stir up some conversation, but when she opened her mouth, she was muted again.

The two of them were quiet all the way, and along the way, the smell of Chinese medicine became stronger and stronger, and when they walked to the door, the two of them already felt like they were soaked in a medicine jar.

Hermione frowned, her expression was a little worried, and in addition, there were some inexplicable emotions, "It's really my cousin who is boiling medicine......"

Han Xichao's gaze returned to Hermione, but it only left a few breaths on her, "It's just a little taste, how can you conclude that it is the Ninth Princess who is boiling medicine?" ”

Hermione looked up at Han Xichao, "That's what I said...... I don't know if I don't care about the prince ......"

Han Xichao shook it slightly, the white jade bone fan opened in response, his wrist was only slightly forced, and the white jade bone fan drove the wind with the movement, and the hair swayed gently with the wind, just like a jade son.

"Then you can only count when you see it." With that, Han Xichao put away the fan in his hand, and then walked forward.

Hermione's gaze moved with Han Xichao's movements, and when she saw him raise her feet, she hurriedly trotted up, following Han Xichao's steps.

However, as soon as Han Xichao's front foot stepped into Xiaozhu, he instantly retracted it, and then on the side of his body, a wind brushed his body.

Han Xichao tilted his head slightly, but he felt a cold wind rolling up the dust all the way towards his face.

Han Xichao subconsciously made another move, and he was able to avoid this cyclone.

He could even hear the terrifying sound of internal force passing past his ears, all of which made him a little frightened, but fortunately he was not injured.

Whether he was injured or not depended entirely on his skill, but Hermione behind him was completely lacking in that skill.

Before she could figure out why Han Xichao's reaction was so sudden and big, she felt a terrifying wind coming towards her, enveloping her entire body, and then there was a sharp pain in her body that was torn, and she closed her eyes and fainted.

Han Xichao just glanced at her like an outsider, and didn't bother with her anymore.

Instead, he turned his head to look at the door, a smile curling into his lips.

"You're really not polite at all," although Han Xichao was smiling, his face was a little weird, "What?" I've been in the cosy nest for too long, and I'll only use the same three-legged cat to deal with me? ”

The courtyard was silent, but Han Xichao was not in a hurry, just playing with a fan in his hand, but his eyes were looking at the courtyard without blinking.

After a few breaths, a figure walked out of the courtyard.

"I haven't seen you for so long, Xiao Sumo, have you even neglected the number of courtesies?"

"Shut up!" Su Mo's face was gloomy, the whiplash wound on his face still had scabs, and he looked a little hideous, and the hand on his side slowly clenched.

"You really can't hold your breath," Han Xichao's fox eyes were full of banter and ridicule, "You said that if the master knew that his favorite little apprentice, who was once known as a genius, was injured like this, and beating an ordinary person would just make her faint, would the master and his old man crawl out of the coffin?" ”

Su Mo's eyes widened suddenly, and his pupils became extremely terrifying, and the originally deep purple had turned into bloodthirsty red.

He almost gritted his teeth before he uttered, "I told you, keep me away from her." ”

Han Xichao didn't care about his threat, shook his hand, put away the fan in his hand, and the banter on his face turned cold, "Little junior brother, you are really joking, have you forgotten the respect for the master that the master taught you?" It's not your turn to say this, right? ”

Su Mo didn't talk to Han Xichao anymore, and he no longer paid attention to Han Xichao's provocation.

His feet moved slightly, and when he saw it again, his hands were already on Han Xichao's neck, his fingertips were clasping his carotid arteries, and his nails had sunk into his skin.

Su Han's hand strength was very strong, and in just a few seconds, Han Xichao's face turned a lot bluer.

"Han Xichao, I warn you," Su Han's face approached Han Xichao's face, his expression fierce, "No matter whose heart is black, I am not your opponent, but when it comes to fighting alone, if you cultivate for another hundred years, you will not be my opponent." ”

Although Han Xichao knew that his life was no longer under his control at this time, he still had no intention of giving in, but instead showed a strange smile at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes stared at him directly.

He admitted that Su Mo did something to him, he didn't react at all, and when he reacted, Su Mo had already choked his neck, but this didn't mean that he lost.

"What you say is true, but you don't dare to kill me." Han Xichao's voice was very hoarse, but he could hear obvious pride.

Su Mo's hand tightened, "I don't dare to do anything." ”

Han Xichao's face began to turn red, and he could barely say a word, but now he even had a problem with breathing.

But even so, he still didn't change the expression that made Su Mo want to kill him thousands of times.

Su Mo's hand loosened.

Han Xichao felt a large amount of air rushing in, but he immediately laughed wantonly.

"Su Mo, don't pretend, you and I have the same purpose!"

Su Mo stiffened slightly, and then his anger surged into his heart, his eyes were full of red bloodshot and glared at Han Xichao, "With me here, you don't want to touch her!" ”

"What? Worried about her? Han Xichao sneered, "Instead of worrying about her, you should think about yourself, you escaped by stepping on the corpse of your master, and you will be reduced to stooping in the Nine Kings' Mansion!" ”

Han Xichao didn't care at all that his fate was completely in Su Mo's hands at this time, and he looked at him with a little anger in his eyes.

The two looked at each other for more than ten seconds, but all the strength in Su Mo's hands suddenly unloaded.

Han Xichao knew that it was because he mentioned the word "master" again, so he would leave a life in Su Mo's hands.

Su Mo's head lowered, and when he raised his head again, the anger on his face had been handled by him cleanly, and even a pair of bloody eyes had returned to a deep purple.

But if you look closely, it is not difficult to see that there is still a trace of loneliness and pain in his eyes.

Combined, the two are despair.

Su Mo dealt with the blood stains on his nails, raised his eyes, and spit out a word extremely indifferently, "Get out." ”

Although Han Xichao's breathing and face had recovered, there were still red finger prints on his neck and some crescent-shaped blood marks.

He touched his neck, his eyes were like sharp blades, and he looked at Su Mo sharply, "If you don't kill me now, you will definitely regret it in the future." ”