Chapter 22: There is sunshine in the heart

As the saying goes, I don't do bad things in my life, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night.

And Cuiyun had a ghost in her heart, and after listening to Leng Yiyan's obvious words against her just now, she was naturally frightened.

The hand that grabbed her throat was nothing more than her own delusion.

This night was quite long for Cuiyun, and it was not an easy night for the people in the Tai Hospital.

The backyard of Prince Chun's mansion was brightly lit, and a pale man lay on the bed in the Chunfeng Pavilion.

The man looked to be in his twenties, and although his face was haggard and pale, his eyebrows were resolute and heroic.

At this time, his eyes were half-closed, his frown and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, it was not difficult to see that he was enduring the incomparable pain, but he still did not say a word, and there were only two little servants by his bedside.

In front of the bed, the envoy of the Fang Yuan and others saluted respectfully.

"Your Highness, the ministers got a new medicine today, I wonder if Your Highness is willing to give it a try?" The Fang Yuan envoy asked cautiously.

Prince Chun raised his eyes and glanced at the envoy of the Fang Academy, and said with a smile:

"Envoy Fangyuan, even if you try the medicine, if there are three long and two short, it is also the life of this king, no wonder you."

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Fang Yuan Envoy secretly wiped a cold sweat, nodded to Wei Yuan Judge and He Yuan Judge, and the two hurriedly stepped forward and carefully untied the bandages on Prince Chun's shoulder.

When the bloodstained bandage was removed, a bloody breath overflowed with a sense of decay.

I saw that the wound had become carrion, and as soon as it was untied, pus and blood flowed.

Prince Chun's original fine beads of sweat turned into bean-sized droplets of sweat flowing down his cheeks, and if he was a bystander, he would have screamed again and again, but Prince Chun clenched his back molars and didn't say a word.

"Your Highness, bear with me, and the lower official will give you carrion first." Wei Yuanju also sweated on his forehead, but his hands were extremely steady. When Prince Chun just nodded, he immediately made a move.

Shengjing West Market, where businessmen gather, all kinds of strange items are sold, only you can't think of it, you can't buy it.

There is the cheapest coarse cloth, and there is also the most expensive satin. There are inferior clay bowls, and there are also delicate glazed bowls.

In addition to various goods from the country, imported goods also abound.

With the increasing prosperity of the mutual market, many skills in manufacturing imported products have also been passed on to some extent, so there are also many locally produced "imported products" and serious imported products to compete for business.

There are not only large trading houses that gather a variety of goods, but also artisans that specialize in selling only one type of product.

Even if it is not a market on weekdays, it is full of people, and it is a prosperous scene when you look at it.

Hu Si was not on duty today, changed into civilian clothes, and rushed home with the medicine prepared for his mother.

Although the clothes are simple and unpretentious, they do not damage his youthful and sunny temperament at all.

With dozens of taels of silver in his arms, Hu Si felt a little wealthy, patted the purse hidden in his clothes, and couldn't stop laughing on his face.

His smile dazzled the women on the road, looked at him secretly, and admired him in private.

Hu Si, who was in a good mood, did not spare his smile, even if someone he didn't know cast a gaze at him, if he noticed it, he would smile.

After passing the shop, Hu Si bought some gifts for his younger siblings, and walked briskly through the bustling streets and into the alleys where civilians lived.

The children in the alley greeted him with a smile and chased after him: "Fourth brother, fourth brother, turn your heels!" Somersaults! ”

Hu Sihahaha laughed, exerted force under his feet, and when he took off, a harrier turned over, but the things he was carrying in his hands were not damaged at all.

In the shout of "Fourth brother is great", the door of a house with a thick plane tree at the door opened, and a young girl wearing a pink cloth ran out with a smile.

"Brother! You're back! ”