After briefly treating the wound, Cheng Jingyun took a few more packets of medicine to the small kitchen. Fortunately, I went out today and bought more, which came in handy right now.

When I went to the small kitchen, Foshan was lying on the ground picking up broken clay stove pieces, and there were a few cooks around the side.

"The good stove just exploded, and it didn't take long." A cook said.

The other sighed, "That's right, it's quite strange." Eh, Miss Buyun is here. ”

Cheng Jingyun nodded and walked to the other stove.

The clods of earth were all put away in the basket, and what was left was a pile of half-burned firewood. The cook put on her apron and squatted down, "Why is this firewood not the same as in the past?" ”

"Where? It seems like...... Today's firewood is not dry, how dark is the color? The cook who had just spoken approached and sniffed it, and a choking smell made her cough.

"Ahem...... Ahem. ”

Foshan lifted the basket and turned around, looking at a bunch of people watching the excitement, and couldn't help frowning, "What are you doing here, are you so idle?" ”

Although Foshan is not a person from a small kitchen, nor does he have the blessing of a big official position, the entire Jin Wangfu knows that he is a popular person in front of the prince, and he will soon be scattered.

Here he was just about to go out, and happened to see Cheng Jingyun decocting medicine.

"Miss Buyun, how are your injuries?"

Cheng Jingyun subconsciously glanced at her arm, she hastily dealt with it, and the long sleeves she changed just covered her palm, if she didn't look carefully, she couldn't find it.

"It's no big deal, I'm worried about Brother Lao Foshan."

"You don't burn lightly, you can't be too perfunctory about the injury, I still have the remaining burn cream there, if it's still early, you can come and get it later."

Considering that Cheng Jingyun is a maid after all, the doctor in the house may not be so attentive, so he mentioned this. Miss Buyun was born in the same hardship as him, and it is always right to help each other.

Speaking of which, it was not good to refuse again, Cheng Jingyun smiled and thanked her, "Well, thank you." ”

Seeing that he had mistaken the time of medication, Song Zhancheng was knocking on the bookcase, but the person had not yet come, Foshan told him in the afternoon that today's medicine would be late, and now the sky is dark, Cheng Jingyun has never been so late.

Since he became ill, he has become a two-point and one-line life: a study and a bedroom. The emperor knew that he was seriously ill, and he did not need to go to the court, so it can be said that his only social interaction was with Cheng Jingyun.

"Knock knock." A small knock on the door broke the original silence, and Song Zhancheng hurriedly pulled down a book from the bookshelf and pretended to study.

Cheng Jingyun brought the medicine bowl off the plate, "The medicine is here." "Shhh Cheng Jingyun pinched her earlobes with both hands to soothe.

"Why don't you speak, are you in the mood to read the Buddhist scriptures? Are you planning to be on par with the princess? Cheng Jingyun glanced at the books in his hand and found that they were all complex Sanskrit, so he quipped.

Song Zhancheng pushed the inkstone out, "Grinding ink." ”

Cheng Jingyun flattened her mouth unhappily, but still took the inkstone over and honestly studied the ink.

He didn't seem to be in a good mood, so it was better not to provoke him.

Song Zhancheng thought in his heart that Cheng Jingyun was going to inquire about her fiancé, so she came back so late. Thinking of this, an inexplicable fire sparked in his heart, if it was still like this in the future, he would really consider taking back Cheng Jingyun's right to go out. "What did you do?"

"As before, buy, decoction. I didn't see the prince today, so it seems that there is no interest in that place. Cheng Jingyun was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was asking about the prince, so she honestly explained.

Song Zhancheng obviously didn't hear the correct answer, and he couldn't help but exert a little more effort to move the pen, "I didn't see you come back so late before." ”

There was silence again.

Originally, Cheng Jingyun was a little aggrieved, she accidentally burned her arm, and she didn't stop and hurriedly went to decoct the medicine, but in the end, the other party had such an attitude.

"It's time for you to take your medicine." Cheng Jingyun brought the bowl to Song Zhancheng's eyes, in the past she would stir it twice, but today she almost sent the spoon directly into Song Zhancheng's hand.

Song Zhancheng half-raised his eyes, lowered his head and went to copy the Buddhist scriptures, turning a deaf ear.

Cheng Jingyun smashed the medicine bowl on the table, the splashing medicinal juice soaked the rice paper, and said very politely, "The prince uses it slowly, and Buyun will retire first." ”

"Wait." The tone seemed to be a little eager, but the eagerness flashed and then turned cold, "Turn off the lights." ”

Cheng Jingyun turned back and blew on the lampshade with one hand.

"What's wrong with the hand?" Song Zhancheng had already packed up the rice paper in front of the case.

The lights went out, and the light in the room became even dimmer, and the figures swayed with the lights.

Cheng Jingyun was still angry and wanted to leave this place immediately. "It's fine."

"I'll see." As he spoke, he approached Cheng Jingyun and raised her arm, the more the sleeve pulled up, the deeper Song Zhancheng's brows wrinkled.

"The stove blew up, and it burned while filling the wood. Nothing. She recounted the story lightly, and when she looked at the man's face, she felt a little weak-hearted, quite like the kind of weakness that was discovered by her father when she was not good at being diagnosed by a medical book.

After reading it, I realized that Cheng Jingyun's entire arm was wrapped in a white cloth, that is, her entire arm was burned. Only then did he understand why Cheng Jingyun came so late today.

My heart suddenly felt like it had been pierced by a silver needle, and it hurt slightly.

Song Zhancheng dismantled the white cloth, and the injured area was already red and swollen, which was in stark contrast to the fair and intact skin next to him.

"It's okay, Foshan also said today that they would give me burn cream. That doesn't help, and the burn can only be healed slowly. I'll go back and pick up the blisters and sprinkle some powder......"

Cheng Jingyun chattered endlessly, and when she said that she didn't know whether she was comforting herself or others, she clearly saw something distressed in Song Zhancheng's eyes.

She tried to pull her hand away, but she didn't break free.

Song Zhancheng said in a deep voice, "You stay here and don't move." With that, he went out the door.

Through the window, the sky outside was already full of stars, and a few ethereal clouds added a little tenderness to the night.

The autumn wind was cool, and there was a little itching pain on the wound.

Cheng Jingyun stood by the window with her arms in her hands, without sadness or joy.

Song Zhancheng came back and saw such a scene, he took a small wooden box in his hand, walked quickly to the window and took down the pole supporting the window, as if he was broken, "Don't blow the wind at this time." ”

There was a faint smell of herbs in the small wooden box, and the delicate bottles were arranged in an orderly manner, so you didn't have to guess to know that it must be filled with good medicinal herbs.

"Most of them are tributes, and they can even come in handy if they are saved." Song Zhancheng said while rummaging through the box.

He found it, and finally he took out a small bag and two small bottles.

"Hand out."

In the small bag were rows of silver needles, and Song Zhancheng chose the thinnest one to hold in his right hand.

"No, I'll go back and get it myself." Since Cheng Jingyun knew what he was going to do next, how could she let him do it, and she resigned again and again.

Song Zhancheng only thought she was shy, and gently held Cheng Jingyun's arm, "Don't move, bear with it." ”

"Hey, you're ......"

"Don't talk." Song Zhancheng inadvertently pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth.