"I ...... Of course I'm your mother! You were born after I was pregnant for ten months...... It's my flesh and blood! It's my only relative in this world......" Concubine Yun's eyes widened and explained to Meng Jing in a panic.

His eyes looked at him unblinking, cautious and full of hope. For fear that he would not believe it.

After Meng Jing calmed down, he did not continue to dwell on this issue.

He only looked at her coldly, and said seriously word by word, "If you really think that I am your biological son, please treat Ah Ci better in the future." ”

After speaking, he glanced sideways at Yun Hui, who was holding Concubine Yun, and commanded in a cold voice, "Help Concubine Yun go back and rest!" ”

"Yes, Lord Wang!" Yun Hui hesitated to answer, and looked at Concubine Yun weakly.

Concubine Yun was already weak-hearted, and she didn't want to stay any longer, so after a complicated glance at Meng Jing, she took Yun Hui's hand and turned to leave.

Meng Jing watched Concubine Yun go away.

After a long time, the guards guarding the door stepped forward tremblingly and swept the wound on Meng Jing's face, "Lord Wang, do you want to ask a servant to give you medicine?" ”

Meng Jing glanced sideways and glanced at the guards coldly.

The guards trembled in their hearts and hurriedly retreated.

That night, the lights in the study were on all night.

Early the next morning, Han Zhen wore a stiff guard uniform, and after respectfully presenting the gift list to Meng Jing, his tone was subtle and tentative, "Lord Wang, do you want to go to the Rejuvenation Pavilion in person today to send a gift?" ”

When Meng Jing heard this, he glanced up at Han Zhen, "Why don't you go?" ”

"What about the wound on your face......"

"Help this king get a power fence!"

“…… Yes, Lord Wang! Han Zhen understood what Meng Jing meant, agreed, and retreated neatly.

A quarter of an hour later, Meng Jing wore a black gown and a black gauze fence on his head, and went to the Rejuvenation Hall with the holy decree of marriage and the forty-eight wedding gifts......

In the Rejuvenation Pavilion, Chu Ci is still sitting in the hall, diagnosing the pulse and prescribing prescriptions, all in one go.

Suddenly, there was a joyful sound in her ears, she frowned, raised her face, and asked Si'er, "Is there a family nearby that is getting married?" ”

Si'er scratched his head, "No, right?" Shall I inquire? So saying, he ran out as fast as he could.

Chu Ci continued to see the doctor.

After a cup of tea, Si'er blushed, stumbled in from the outside, and fell on the medicine table in front of Chu Ci, breathless, "Sister, sister is not good!" ”

"What's going on?" After Chu Ci handed the prescription to the patient with a smile, he turned his head to look at him and asked suspiciously.

Si'er blushed and had a thick neck, and was extremely angry, "The regent is married!" Don't fall in love with this dog thing, don't hug the pipa, don't want to sister you......"

When Chu Ci heard the words "Regent", his pupils immediately constricted. After a moment, he lowered his eyebrows again and restrained his expression. No one knows what she's thinking.

"Sister!" Seeing that she didn't react, Si'er called out again, "Did you hear what I was saying?!" ”

Chu Ci finally raised his head, laughed, and said indifferently, "This is a good thing." ”

The four words, like a cloud, spit out of her mouth innocentially.

Si'er's face and neck became redder and thicker, "What a good thing, he and his sister are all ...... with his sister"

"Shut up!" The main hall of the Rejuvenation Pavilion was full of people, and Chu Ci was afraid that he would say something inappropriate, so he hurriedly shouted. Picturesque eyebrows and eyes, like ice blades, looked at him sharply, and said sternly, "No matter what he does, this is my business, and it has nothing to do with you." You go to the back and do your own thing! ”

Si'er was reprimanded by Chu Ci, and his eyes immediately turned red when he was wronged. He looked straight at Chu Ci, sad and stubborn, and after a long time, he slowly walked to the back of the medicine hall with his steps.

What he didn't know was that as soon as he walked on his front foot, Meng Jing rode a snow-white lion skull on his back foot and stopped at the main gate of the Rejuvenation Pavilion.

He dismounted, followed by Han Zhen and the others, and strode towards the Rejuvenation Pavilion.

"Next!" Chu Ci looked at another patient and called out without raising his head.

"It's the king." Meng Jing stood still in front of her, coughed, and spoke with restraint.

Chu Ci suddenly heard that familiar voice, and the string in his heart suddenly snapped. She raised her head, looked at Meng Jing in dismay, opened her mouth for a long time, and finally found her voice, collected her clothes, and asked lightly, "The prince is seeing a doctor?" ”

When Meng Jing heard this, he looked at her deeply.

Holding back a smile, he took out the decree of marriage from his wide sleeve and handed it to her, "The eight sedan chairs you want, and the Ming media are marrying, and this king has asked for it for you." ”

"This is the marriage decree written by the emperor himself, and this is the marriage gift list."

After Chu Ci heard what he said, his eyes widened, and he was almost petrified on the ground.

At the same time, outside, Han Zhen was holding the attached note of the marriage ceremony, and he had already read it in a low voice...... One spread ten, ten spread hundreds, and finally spread to every corner of the capital.

"Meng Jing, you ...... Are you serious? Pinching the bright yellow scroll, Chu Ci's voice almost trembled.

Meng Jing looked at her, his eyes were deep and full of affection, "In this life, this king must be you." ”

Chu Ci could hear the resoluteness in his tone.

Close your eyes in despair.

It took a long time before I opened it.

She tried not to tremble her hands, and calmly took the decree and the list—

The promises you have made will be borne to the end on your knees.

……

"What day is the wedding due?"

In the boudoir on the second floor, Chu Ci poured a cup of tea for Meng Jing and asked a little businesslikely.

Meng Jing looked into her eyes, "Three days later." ”

Chu Ci nodded, paused, looked at the black veil that covered his face, and asked again, "In broad daylight, it's not that you can't cure it, why are you still wearing a power fence?" ”

Meng Jing was stunned when he heard this.

After a while, he sighed faintly, and then removed the fence.

Almost instantly, Chu Ci saw three scars on his face.

After a half-moment pause, she was blessed with a heart, and asked unsurprisingly, "The concubine beat her?" ”

Meng Jing did not speak.

Chu Ci sighed, got up, and walked to the dresser. When he returned, he had an extra turquoise bottle in his hand.

"Scar cream, I made it myself." She pushed the medicine bottle in front of him, "Your little injury can be healed in three days." ”

Meng Jing took it and thanked him.

Chu Ci looked at his suddenly depressed appearance, and suddenly, there was some compassion in his heart.

After thinking about it, he looked at him and asked with a serious face-

"Lord, after I pass the door, if the concubine beats me like this...... Well, can I resist? ”

In fact, what she wants to say is - can she fight back?