Luo Beixing didn't mean to hit him, but to let him recognize the reality, the fact is that he thought too little and took a detour, which is also an experience, if he encounters things in the future, he will definitely think first, rather than blindly happy.

Because at the end of the day, no one can be sure that you will be rewarded for what you give. Just like farming, you are full of expectations and use all your strength to care for the seedlings, but sometimes, the weather is not beautiful, and if it doesn't rain, there will be no harvest.

All things have two sides, after some detours, they will always grow, and everyone has a little naivety, which is understandable.

"Doctor Yu, you have done a good job, according to general thinking, you are very right to do this, but this palace is not an ordinary person, and you don't need to feel discouraged."

"As long as time passes, after the teachings of this palace, there will definitely be achievements."

"Really?" Am I still saved?

"Of course, Bengong's words count, and the painting you want, Bengong has already gotten it."

"Dance offerings."

I put it away hastily yesterday, and I don't know what the tyrant painted himself, whether it was beautiful or ugly, and he didn't even look at it. But none of this matters, if a person is beautiful and his paintings are ugly, it can only show that he is distorting the fact that I am beautiful.

"Dance offerings, give the painting to the Imperial Doctor." She didn't bother to look at it either.

"Yes, sissy."

"Thank you."

"You go back to the medicine, pay attention to rest well these days." She's also considerate.

"Hmm."

Now it seems that Luobeixing is a doctor, and Yu is a patient.

But this feeling, not bad.

The language dye quilt was carried back by the eight sedan chairs, which is a great honor, and the doctors of the Tai Hospital all looked at them with envy, and said a few words of flattery.

"Doctor Yu, how does this sedan chair feel? You haven't sat down. ”

Yu Dye waved his big hand arrogantly, "It's okay, it's a little stronger than walking." ”

All of a sudden, the mood has changed a lot, and it seems that there is not so much unhappiness, which shows a problem, a good mood can dilute everything.

When I got back to the house, I took medicine first, and as a doctor, I just had to do these things by myself. Otherwise, it will be laughed at.

When everything was ready, I saw the painting on the side and picked it up.

"I want to see the emperor's handwriting."

There was a look of shock on her face, "What a beautiful woman." ”

Probably a fairy who accidentally fell into the mortal world, and between her eyebrows, there is an aura different from that of a mortal woman She is like a feather in the air, you want to touch it very much, but you can't bear to disturb her.

I haven't been able to come back to my senses for a long time, the emperor's painting is too realistic, too aura, is this still our wise and martial mother? It's so fairy-like.

The painting was to be given to his brother, so he put it away and put it in a secret place.

……

The ink looked at the residue of the place, the little person was so lonely, so sad, and the tears in his eyes couldn't bear it.

He crouched down, his little body swaying back and forth on the ground, and after a while, he put away the scraps of his clothes and put them under his pillow, and felt unsafe, and put them in the cupboard, covering them with other clothes.

A knock ensued, and Ink's body trembled.

The concubine was dressed in a plain dress, with a white hosta diagonally inserted, elegant and generous, and her face was also slightly powdered.

"Ink, it's not good for the mother just now, don't blame the mother concubine."

Concubine Shu crouched down, her eyes level with him, and her hands were holding his arm.

"Ink, do you remember what Concubine Mu said? The queen has a lot of things to do every day, so don't go over and make trouble, okay? ”

The ink blot lowered his head and didn't say a word, but the little man had a stubbornness, no matter what he said, he just didn't speak, there was a ruthlessness in his eyes, and disgust.

Concubine Shu persuaded her with good words, her mouth was dry, and her squatting legs were numb, but she didn't let him speak.

"Are you mute? Can't speak? ”

Pushed him hard, his little body fell to the ground, he didn't cry, struggled to get up, his little body was full of energy.

"You useless thing, go outside to please others, treat your own mother and concubine coldly, who is your mother, you can see clearly."

"It's a white-eyed wolf who can't be fed, warn you, don't want to go out without my permission."

"Bang!"

The door was closed, and there was not a trace of gap, and he hurried to the door, and found that it was locked, and he began to cry and knock.

"Open the door, open the door."

He began to kick with his feet, kicking on the cold door one by one, in exchange for a scolding, he did not give up, one kick, one kick......

I don't know how long later, his feet hurt badly, his hands were swollen, and in this empty room, he sat on the ground, his hands on his knees, his little head on his knees, and his body trembled.

The sound of whimpering came, the small body was circled together, and a person was so lonely, so lonely.

His voice was hoarse, tears kept flowing, his whole body was numb, he didn't feel it, and his heart was cold, and he didn't feel a trace of warmth at all.

He wanted to fall on the North Star, he thought about the heartless woman, her arms were so warm, warmer than the sun, the clothes she made had been torn by the bad guys, he picked them up and quietly put them in the cabinet, no one could find them.

She couldn't see that she would be in a hurry, he seemed to go out to see her, and he didn't know if the shoes were ready, and if there were no clothes, how to match the shoes.

He tried a lot of things, the windows were closed, the doors were locked, and he had a serious look on his face, and he was going to go out, to find the woman, and never to come back here.

His eyes were purring, thinking about how to get out.

Honmei Palace.

After the language was dyed, Luo Beixing began to try to sew shoes, the patterns were designed, commonly known as tiger head shoes, walking, one piece and one together, children like this.

Her needlework is really bad, crooked, fortunately under the soles of her feet, ordinary people will not look so carefully, nor are they fooling, they are trying their best, and strive to do better next time.

"Shhh

"Mother, your hand is pierced."

"It's okay, it's not a big deal."

She was also depressed, restless, and accidentally pricked her hand, and the needlework was really bad.

"Niangniang, just let the slave and maid come, Prince Mo will understand Niangniang's mind."

"It's okay, this needlework in this palace is not good, come on, the child is good-looking, and the palace is crooked, he may not like it."

"Mother, no, it's enough to have this heart."

"By the way, why don't you see Mo Ji coming?"

Usually this hour is almost here, and I will come over every day, except for that time when the little guy was angry, what is the situation today, and I am unhappy again.

"Niangniang, Prince Mo has always been naughty, and he may come over in a while."

"Is the ink naughty?" It seems that when I first met him, I beat myself with stones.

"Niangniang, the Mo prince in this palace is a little overlord, but the Mo prince is most afraid of the emperor, and he usually doesn't dare to speak when he sees the emperor."

Luo Beixing knows this, he never talks to the emperor, and the emperor is really, he doesn't look like a father at all.

"Little Overlord, why doesn't this palace know?"

"Prince Mo is obedient in front of Niangniang, but in front of others, he is not so easy to speak."

"I once used a fake snake to scare Concubine Mei, and the palace maids and eunuchs don't know how many people have been tricked by Prince Mo."

"It turns out that there are such novel things, and this palace is lonely and unheard of."

"Dance offering, in another hour, if the ink does not come, you can go to the concubine to find out, of course, you can inquire in private."

"Yes, sissy." It's really good for Prince Mo.

A palace maid unlocked the door, and when she opened the door, she saw a small body lying on the ground, motionless.

It scared her, if something happened to Prince Mo, she couldn't escape.

"Prince Mo, Prince Mo."

The ink snorted, his face was uncomfortable, and he said in a weak tone: "Save me, save me."

"Okay, the slave will go to the imperial doctor and tell Concubine Shu."

After saying that, he ran away without looking back.

The ink quickly got up, showed his head, and looked around, there was no one, and his small body shuttled from place to place, trying to avoid them and not let them find out.

When he arrived at the safety zone, he did not relax, and kept relying on flowers and plants and rockeries to cover himself, for fear of being caught.

Concubine Shu went to the house, it was already empty, only the overturned food, and immediately gave the palace maid a slap.

"Useless person, let him run away, what is sick, it is clearly pretended."

"Idiot, don't go find it yet."

"Yes."

"Go to a few more people, and then go to this road of the Natal Palace, look for it, go and inquire about the news, where did the ink go to the queen?"

"Yes."

He can only run to where the queen goes, and where else can he go? Is it to sue? I've got to get him back.

The distorted appearance of the unofficial is really ugly, she exhaled, and immediately changed her appearance, with a smile on her face, which gentle and virtuous concubine.

She plans to go to the natal palace in person, and if the ink is really there, bring him back, and she must rush in front of the ink, otherwise, the little rabbit cub will say something to the queen that should not be said.

The ink was hiding behind a tree, and he couldn't tell who was coming for him, anyway, as long as he saw people, he tried to avoid them, and walked in the direction of the natal palace with firm steps.

After a little rest, he woke up, always feeling like something was going to happen.

"Mai Fu, is the ink coming?"

"Niangniang, yet, after waiting for an hour, the slave will inquire, maybe Prince Mo can't say where to play."

"Also, this palace is a little restless, pour a cup of herbal tea."