Chapter Seventy-Six: The Lord Becomes a Disaster

To be honest, Prime Minister Wei and Lu Chengxiu actually don't have much friendship.

He was quite loyal, and the Holy Lord ordered the courtiers not to engage in personal affairs with the two princes, so he simply did not get close to any of them.

Even if Wei Yuchuan and Lu Chengxiu were married, he also adhered to the rules and did not dare to say a few words to his future son-in-law.

If it is said that Prime Minister Wei Cheng really has some friendship with anyone, only the matter of the floods in northern Hunan can be counted as a matter if Lu Guitang and Gu Jin give him ideas.

But the idea was Gu Jin's, and the friendship was naturally with Gu Jin, and Lu Guitang couldn't take advantage of it.

Every time he thinks like this, Prime Minister Wei's heart will be a lot more stable.

He has not been able to talk to Prime Minister Wei because of his position as a high-ranking official, and the two imperial doctors also quietly retreated to the front of the table to write the pulse.

Prime Minister Wei sat in front of the bed, not saying a word.

His smuggling strength came up again.

There was a strange silence in the room.

Gu Jin blinked, well, sleepy.

At this moment, a little maid recklessly pushed the door in, but she couldn't blame her for being reckless, but she was holding Lu Chengxiu's medicine in her hand.

His Royal Highness King Shu's bowl of medicine, how many precious medicinal materials have been put into it, is indeed the most important thing at the moment.

"Madam, the medicine is ready."

He took the medicine bowl from the maid's hand and was about to feed Lu Chengxiu in person.

Wei Yuchuan pursed her lips, she heard that Jiang Rou was suspicious of staying here for a whole day yesterday, to be honest, she was very envious.

Gu Jin and Wei Cheng glanced at each other, and he could be regarded as reacting.

"Mrs. Gu, since King Shu is fine. Then the official took his leave first. ”

"Oops!" He Shi was flustered for a while when he heard this, and finally handed the medicine bowl in his hand to the imperial doctor, and then turned it back to send it to Prime Minister Wei.

"Xiangye is in charge of state affairs, and you also have to take care of yourself."

Prime Minister Wei snorted coldly: "Mrs. Gu is too worried, this official is now the first idle person in Dazhen." ”

He choked, and then realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Gu Jin blinked violently, trying hard to convey what he thought to Prime Minister Wei, and it took a lot of effort for Prime Minister Wei to understand her eyes.

After a while, he suddenly said to the He family who chased him out: "Mrs. Gu, my little daughter and the second lady of your family are very close to each other, and the official sees that the two of them are close, so he can rest assured that he will entrust his daughter to you for a few days?" ”

What does he mean?

Gu Jin pursed his lips, knowing that He Shi couldn't understand such a tactful word, so he explained two sentences: "Mother doesn't need to bother arranging, just Miss Wei and I can live in the evening window pavilion." ”

He Shi was stunned for a moment, and finally understood, this is Wei Yuchuan going to live in Gu Mansion?

He Shi's heart was full of bitterness, a seriously injured prince still needs her to take care of him, and now he has a noble girl from the Prime Minister's Mansion stuffed in?

But she didn't dare to have a displeased look on her face, but instead piled up a smile on her face: "Ah, Miss Wei can come to live in my house, that's really a blessing for my Gu Mansion Sansheng." ”

Gu Jin rolled his eyes in his heart, how could the three lives of the Gu Mansion be lucky at every turn?

Fortunately, Prime Minister Wei explained the matter, and returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion with confidence, and Wei Yuchuan and Gu Jin looked at each other and smiled.

Gu Jin is good at touching people's minds, and he can see at a glance that Wei Yuchuan can't let go of Lu Chengxiu, and a look reminds Prime Minister Wei Cheng, but fortunately, Prime Minister Wei Cheng loves his daughter, so he approved Wei Yuchuan's request to live in Gu Mansion.

They did a lot of this set of plays.

He waited for Prime Minister Wei to leave, and after greeting Wei Yuchuan again, he went back to Lu Chengxiu's room to take care of him, but he didn't take care of him at all.

Gu Jin is also used to it.

Today's drizzle is like a silk thread, and only Yancao held an oil umbrella behind Wei Yuchuan, which was a little drenched.

Gu Jin looked at the sky, then looked back at He's disappeared figure, and then said to Wei Yuchuan: "Go back to the room first, and then go to see him when my housewife leaves." ”

"Little ...... Miss! ”

As soon as he was about to reach the backyard, he heard Yun Xuan's familiar shouting.

Gu Jin stopped and looked at Yun Qian in front of him who was panicked and rushed towards him.

"Good girl, what's wrong?"

Yun Qian stood still in front of Gu Jin and Wei Yuchuan, and he didn't even care about speaking, but took a few breaths.

Wei Yuchuan frowned, and his beautiful eyes also blinked: "What's the rush like this?" ”

Yun Qian settled down, and then explained: "Miss, His Royal Highness King Xian has come down!" ”

Gu Jin's frowning brows finally stretched out when she heard the word "King Xian", and she said lightly: "King Shu is injured, King Xian should indeed come to visit, what's the fuss about." ”

But seeing Yun Qian hurriedly waved his hand, he didn't know how to describe it for a while: "Miss, His Royal Highness King Xian is outside our courtyard!" ”

Our yard?

Evening Window Pavilion?

The corners of Gu Jin's mouth grinned, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Who let him climb over the wall!"

Putting down this sentence, Gu Jin didn't care about Wei Yuchuan and Yancao, and rushed to the backyard as soon as he slipped away, and naturally he didn't care about the umbrella.

Yun Qian was panting, unwilling to chase anymore, stared at Wei Yuchuan with wide eyes, and grinned:

"Miss Wei, there's a lot of excitement to see."

……

Gu Jin rarely looked flustered, and hurriedly walked all the way, and when he arrived under the courtyard wall outside the evening window pavilion in the backyard of the Gu Mansion, he saw Lu Guitang squatting alone with an umbrella.

Gu Jin was in a trance, and an oil-paper umbrella in the rain curtain in Qingqiu covered the eyes of the son under the umbrella, but it did not cover his laziness.

In the previous life, there was a country named Persia, and a royal cat was paid tribute to the inner court of Dazhen, known as: Persian cat.

The cat later won the love of Queen Jiang Roushu, and Gu Jin had also seen it a few times, perhaps because of the precious breed, the cat had always been lazy.

Gu Jin felt that Lu Guitang was quite similar to it.

"Huh? Green water flows? ”

Gu Jin was stunned for a while, Lu Guitang had already raised his eyes to see her, the last time the two of them parted in front of the palace Gu Jin once left a sentence "Qingshan does not change", this person has a good memory, and now he has connected the second half of the sentence.

Gu Jin couldn't help but roll his eyes: "What does the prince belong to?" ”

What does the prince belong to, gecko or wild cat, why do you love to climb over the wall so much?

In the past, he fled over the wall, and Lu Chengxiu also escaped over the wall, but now that Lu Chengxiu was assassinated and came in over the wall, he also had to come in over the wall.

This wall in the backyard of the Gu Mansion has been convincing in a lifetime, how did it win the favor of these two princes!

Is this the prince of the Gu Mansion about to become a disaster......

Lu Guitang stared at Gu Jin's inexplicable bad temper, and couldn't help but feel funny, she was the coldest person, but she often had such cute times.

The man got up, looked at his idleness, held the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and gathered Gu Jin under the umbrella.

The girl came in a hurry, the rain was all over her body, and people came to bring a cold air, but it was covered by Lu Guitang, and there was only a Qinghui ink painting scroll left between heaven and earth, which made it difficult to close when you opened it.