The doctor got up after receiving the needle, and told the maid a few words not to let the patient blow the wind and get cold, and then withdrew with the cloth bag.

"Can you speak?" Lin Hongyi glanced at Xu Qingqing on the couch.

Xu Qingqing staggered to her feet with Zilu's support, and her thin shirt was already soaked with sweat.

In response to that indifferent gaze, she opened her mouth with difficulty, only to feel that her throat was dry and extremely thirsty, but she still couldn't spit out half a syllable.

"Dr. Zhang will come to give you a needle once a morning, twice if it doesn't work, and three times if it doesn't work...... When this 'dumb disease' is cured, it will not be too late for this king to marry you again. Lin Hongyi's words were extremely sarcastic.

Xu Qingqing turned a deaf ear to the disdain in his eyes, and thanked him with his lips.

Her complexion was a little pale, perhaps because of this, her eyebrows were more and more like ink paintings, her lips were like cherry blossoms, even if she didn't say a word, the corners of her lips were slightly curved upward, but her lips didn't seem to be smiling, but sad.

In the blink of an eye, the melancholy disappeared again.

Lin Hongyi seemed to see a rare touch of flexibility in this thin woman like a willow, and when she was about to take a closer look, she had lowered her gaze and bowed down.

Zilu also saluted, and said respectfully to Lin Hongyi: "The girl has just finished getting a needle and is covered in sweat, so she must change her clothes immediately, otherwise it is very easy to catch a cold and freeze, and please avoid it." ”

Lin Hongyi naturally didn't have the heart to see this woman change her clothes, and strode out of the wing of this garden.

The north wind was in full swing outside, and in the cold cold, he suddenly smelled a trace of warm incense, lingering in his nose, and it didn't go away for a long time.

It was piggyback on his clothes, not like plum, softer than plum, not like orchid, more fragrant than orchid.

It seemed to be the scent of the woman's room.

"Your Highness, what are you sniffing?" Mu Zhao on the side was a little puzzled when he saw this.

"What kind of incense is this garden smoked?" Lin Hongyi asked.

"If you go back to Your Highness, the mansion is smoked with Yuelin incense up and down, and the other garden is naturally no exception." Mu Zhao replied.

The smell of Yuelin incense is very familiar to Lin Hongyi.

But for some reason, when she arrived in her room, it became slightly different, as if dyed with a trace of the owner's scent, becoming gentle and graceful.

But that woman has nothing to do with gentleness.

If she was courteous and courteous, Lin Hongyi might not be so disgusted with her.

A bullied prisoner became a princess, which was obviously a great blessing for her, but there was no joy on that plain face, as if she was ignorant of all this.

Could it be that her father's decree to marry not only did not make her feel happy, but made her feel wronged?

Lin Hongyi was inexplicably angry.

Where this anger came from, even he couldn't say.

"Go and ask Dr. Zhang, apart from acupuncture, if there are any other home remedies for dumb diseases." He looked sideways at Mu Zhao and said.

"Home remedies?" Mu Zhao was a little surprised.

His Royal Highness never believes in any folk remedies, why did he take the initiative to call it today?

"Yes, home remedies." Lin Hongyi bowed her head, and there was still no trace of joy or anger on her well-defined face, but her eyes were full of meaning, "Since this disease is extremely difficult to cure with ordinary methods, then this king will find a cure for her......"

The "cure" was quickly found.

When a large vat inexplicably appeared in the garden, Xu Qingqing always felt that something seemed wrong.

She never thought that this one-person high tank would have something to do with herself.