Song Huaci raised his eyes to look at him, there was no panic and uneasiness in his eyes, and he was full of playful smiles: "I didn't expect His Highness to look so good in red." ”

Meng Zhaoyan didn't like others to talk about his appearance, but listening to her praise him so boldly, he actually felt quite useful.

"Well, but tired?" As soon as I entered the door, I saw her sitting so spiritlessly, and she must have been very sleepy.

"The wedding dress and headdress are too heavy." It's not good to complain to Meng Zhaoyan directly, so I can only pick clothes and talk about things.

"Then take a rest and take a bath. When you are hungry, tell them to bring you food, and you need not be restrained. The king will go to the front to entertain the guests first, and will come back later. Meng Zhaoyan told her one by one, her tone was gentle, and her tone was very casual.

"Your Highness." The Song Painting Ancestral Hall got Meng Zhaoyan's permission, and he did as he wished, so he quickly thanked him.

Hearing that she was still the same as before, so polite to him, Meng Zhaoyan raised her eyebrows, remembered it in her heart, and decided to let her go for the time being, and then talk to her about it when she came back.

Meng Zhaoyan went to the front to feast on the guests and will not come back for the time being. After Song Huaci instructed Hui Fang to go and see Song Qiaoshu's situation, she quickly asked Hui Lan and the others to come over to change her clothes and bathe in water.

After soaking in the bath for a quarter of an hour, the Song Painting Temple felt that it had come back to life. Wedding dresses are beautiful, but they are too torturous. Fortunately, this wedding is probably only this time in a lifetime, just come here, Song Huaci comforted himself so much.

After changing into comfortable pajamas, Song Huaci lay on the chaise longue and fell asleep in a daze.

Meng Zhaoyan came back from the front, stood at the door from a distance, and saw the Song Painting Temple shrunk into a ball and fell asleep quietly. He exempted everyone from asking for peace, and did not want to wake up the Song Painting Temple. Waving them back, Meng Zhaoyan raised his legs and walked slowly towards the Song Painting Temple.

In February, the temperature was not high at night, and the house was burning with a ground dragon. Song Huaci's face was red because of the high temperature in the room, and there was a slight sweat on her forehead, but she still slept very sweetly, perhaps because she was really tired during the day.

Squatting down, looking at her sleeping face, looking at it, Meng Zhaoyan smiled.

"It's really big-hearted." On the wedding day, who dare to sleep alone without waiting for her husband? Meng Zhaoyan sighed softly, after all, he was reluctant to wake her up, and carried her to bed.

I saw her more than three months ago, and I still don't know who she is. It was only because of her kindness that her shadow took root in his heart. She slept next to him that night, and he felt peaceful and warm in his heart for no reason.

For three months, all of a sudden, there would be her everywhere in his life. Intentionally or unintentionally, he seemed to hear from her every day. The closer you get to her, the more secrets you discover, the more you want to get closer, and the more reluctant you are to let go.

Fortunately, she was originally his.

So, three months later, he married her home, and she became his wife. Therefore, in this life and this life, she will always bear his surname, and she will share his life and death, honor and disgrace.

After Meng Zhaoyan bathed and changed clothes, there was still no trace of waking up in the Song Painting Temple. Meng Zhaoyan wanted to pull her to talk, but seeing her like this, she could only give up, lay on the bed and gently hugged her into her arms, and quickly fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, it suddenly rained outside the window. It is dripping, accompanied by the cold wind of late winter and early spring, and it is also biting cold. Although there was an earth dragon in the house, it couldn't stop the moisture, and Meng Zhaoyan's legs began to hurt.

Meng Zhaoyan woke up from the pain torture in his dream, and wanted to endure it to see if he could get through it, but who knew that the pain was getting stronger and stronger. He knew that he couldn't wait any longer, but he couldn't walk at this time, and if he wanted to call Ci'en to invite Doctor Mo, the Song Painting Temple would definitely be woken up.

After thinking about it, Meng Zhaoyan pushed the Song Painting Ancestral Hall and shouted softly in her ear: "Ancestral Hall." ”

Song Huaci opened her eyes very reluctantly, and found Meng Zhaoyan lying next to her, she didn't react for a while, she was startled, and she was not sleepy all of a sudden.

Meng Zhaoyan chuckled lightly at her expression, but the forbearance and pain between her eyebrows could not be concealed.

Song Huaci came back to his senses, looked out the window, and hurriedly asked Meng Zhaoyan: "Your Highness, but your leg hurts?" ”

"Yes." Meng Zhaoyan replied simply.

In front of her, he didn't want to expose his weakness, and now he really can't hide it, so he should try to be as thoughtful as possible.

Song Huaci pulled Meng Zhaoyan's arm, and put his fingertips on his wrist to check his pulse. Her expression was slightly solemn, and she asked Meng Zhaoyan, "Your Highness may let ...... Let me see your injured leg? ”

Meng Zhaoyan pondered slightly, sat up with difficulty, rolled up the hem of his clothes, and exposed his knees.

At a glance, the Song Painting Temple breathed a sigh of relief. At least there is no sign of muscle atrophy, which is convenient for many things, and it seems that Meng Zhaoyan has someone around him who has been recuperating for him. Song Huaci stretched out his hand and pressed and probed on his knees, calves, ankles, etc., and secretly estimated in his heart.

She raised her head and said to Meng Zhaoyan solemnly: "Your Highness, although I can't find out the root cause of your leg disease for a while, I can apply needles to relieve your pain at the moment, I don't know if you are willing?" ”

Meng Zhaoyan pondered for a moment, seeing that her expression did not seem to be fake, and asked, "How sure are you?" ”

"Eight points."

Meng Zhaoyan had beads of sweat oozing from his forehead because of the pain, and slid down his temples as he raised his head: "Okay, do you have any equipment?" ”

Song Huaci smiled, nodded, and then got out of bed to get it.

Yesterday evening, Song Yuanshu came to see her, not only told her the news that he would cooperate with her, but also brought a set of good needles at her request, which happened to be effective at this time. And she remembered that she specifically told Hui Fang to put her nanmu box on the first floor of the cabinet.

After successfully finding the needles, Song Huaci used alcohol and open flames to detoxify them, and then hurried to give Meng Zhaoyan needles.

The lights in the room were all lit, and the Song Painting Temple pinched the needles one by one, and was very attentive to piercing them accurately into the acupuncture points. Half a quarter of an hour later, the first needle was withdrawn from the Song Painting Temple, and the rest of the needles were drawn at different times.

After another quarter of an hour, all the needles were retrieved, and Meng Zhaoyan's eyebrows were already stretched out at this moment.

In the past, Dr. Mo would also use acupuncture to treat his leg pain from time to time, but it seems to be different from the acupuncture points selected by the Song Painting Temple today, and the treatment effect of the Song Painting Temple is obviously much better than that of Dr. Mo.

For the medical skills of the Song Painting Temple, Meng Zhaoyan couldn't help but marvel at it for the first time.

Song Huaci put away the needle properly, but did not relax, but asked Meng Zhaoyan with a calm face: "Your Highness, can you tell me what is the kind of medicine you have been taking that can give you the ability to walk for a short time?" ”

"What's wrong with the medicine?" Meng Zhaoyan sat up straight.

"I don't know. I only know that His Highness's leg pain tonight is related to the weather, but the weather is only the trigger, and the root cause is caused by the medicine His Highness is taking. The Song Painting Temple calmly analyzed and found out the crux of the problem at once.

Meng Zhaoyan's face was uncomfortable for a moment, and after thinking for a moment, he said to the Song Painting Temple: "This medicine is called 'Fulongsan', and it is made by a doctor next to this king. You're right, the root cause is because of this drug, but it's not the drug's fault. ”

Song Huaci looked at him, thinking about all the possibilities in his mind. Meng Zhaoyan did not shy away from her and told her bluntly.

"You have to take this medicine one month apart."

The Song Painting Temple instantly understood. The last time Meng Zhaoyan took this medicine was the second time she came to see her at night. It's only been more than ten days since today. And when he came to pick Xipa today, Meng Zhaoyan was also standing.

Therefore, Meng Zhaoyan did not follow the doctor's instructions and took "Fulong San" before a month. Song Huaci took a deep breath and wanted to say "deserved" to him.

"Your Highness, the doctor said that one month must be separated by one month, and you are joking with your own life." The Song Painting Shrine committed a crime of occupational disease, and the tone was solemn.

Meng Zhaoyan hadn't been taught such a serious lesson for a long time, and he was a little unaccustomed to it at first glance. But he didn't annoy the Song Painting Temple, but was silent, looking at the Song Painting Temple with an intriguing face.

Song Huaci was furious by him, and felt that he didn't say anything wrong...... The sentence blurted out just now immediately appeared in his mind, and the expression on Song Huaci's face suddenly became embarrassed.

She closed her mouth in disgust, removed her gaze from Meng Zhaoyan, unconsciously grabbed the quilt with her hand, and asked flatteringly: "Your Highness, is your leg hurting better?" ”

"I'm not afraid, this king still thinks you're bold. What's the matter, I'm scared now? Don't train this king? Meng Zhaoyan relied on the fact that her leg didn't hurt anymore, and moved closer to the Song Painting Temple, deliberately scaring her.

"Minister...... I...... Can't. Song Huaci felt that these claims were not right, not to mention that they had a handle in the hands of others, and they had no confidence to speak.

"That's it, you are also for the good of this king, and this time this king will not pursue it. It's just that you should think carefully about how you should claim to be in front of this king. ”

Meng Zhaoyan took it lightly, but caught the omission of the Song Painting Temple and quickly changed the topic to what he wanted to do. And the Song Painting Temple didn't react in the end, in fact, Meng Zhaoyan's words that had no actual deterrent power were just to avoid the question of "why did he always float today".

Then the self-proclaimed problem was completely sent to the door by the Song Painting Temple itself.

Song Huaci's face suddenly became embarrassed, his eyes became a little evasive, he turned his head to look at the arm-thick happy candle on the side, and began to rack his brains to think.

She really ignored the self-proclaimed title of Princess Cangli in front of the prince, and could only search for similar titles in some costume TV series from her mind.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she said tentatively: "Concubine? ”

Meng Zhaoyan looked at her autumn-like eyes looking at her longingly, her heart couldn't help but move, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she said gently: "Very good, then do you know how you should call this king?" ”

When Song Huaci heard this, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and wondered in his heart: This Meng Zhaoyan has a harmless face, and he really pulled himself into his trap step by step.

"What? Where is Fang Cai's momentum? Meng Zhaoyan asked with a smile in his eyes.

Song Huaci heard the ridicule in his tone, glanced at him with disgust, and said with a red face: "Husband! ”

These two words came out of his own mouth, how awkward it was, and he just blurted it out in a moment of anger. After saying it, although I felt a little uncomfortable, I felt a lot more comfortable.

Looking at his smiling eyes, Song Huaci reacted and said: "The prince's words are a bit far, just said that "Floating Dragon San" is good, how can it be said that the body of the concubine is on the ground?" ”

Meng Zhaoyan saw that she was so easy to open her mind, so she changed back at this moment, laughed, and said: "The ancestral hall cares about this king, and this king is very useful......

Song Huaci faced him, and this time he lost his temper. is so numb, but he is also serious.

"Lord Wang, you are still laughing, that floating dragon powder can not only enhance your physical strength in a short period of time, but there must be herbs that stimulate people's potential, but this herb is only good for a while, and it is also very harmful to people's bodies."

"Why does the prince have to take care of his body so much, it's just a wedding, why bother......"

"That's different!" Meng Zhaoyan said suddenly.

Song Huaci was stunned for a moment, and muttered, "What's different?" ”

Meng Zhaoyan looked at her ignorantly, and felt funny and angry in her heart. He wanted to marry Song Huaci because he wanted to give her the best of everything. Since they are married, they naturally can't let others underestimate them.

Say she's smart, but you can't even see your own heart for her; If you want to call her stupid, but she is a rare cute person in a thousand miles!

After all, Meng Zhaoyan didn't say anything different, just sighed and said, "You...... Let the king say to you, what is good to you? ”

When Song Huaci heard this, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and even his cheeks became slightly hot. seemed to understand Meng Zhaoyan's words, but he didn't seem to understand all of them. She subconsciously blocked the answer that was about to pop up, and began to turn her head to check his paralyzed legs.

"The prince's legs are still saved, I don't know if the prince trusts me, if he trusts me, he can give it to me. I will definitely make a medicine that can cure my leg disease! Song Hua said seriously while observing.

After seeing her medical skills, Meng Zhaoyan naturally believed her, but her title of a prince really made him feel unhappy in his heart.

So his face sank and he said, "Ancestral Hall, why did you forget what you just said!" Now that you and I are married, it's time for some titles to be changed! ”

The corners of Song Huaci's mouth twitched, and he resisted the urge not to jump. Xindao: He is stunned today, how to grasp this problem, it is really a big head! ”

However, now she has married into the royal palace. People have to bow their heads under the eaves, and everything still needs to rely on him. After a little silence, I only heard her stumbling, and said in a voice like a thin mosquito: "Husband, ......"

Although the voice was small, after Meng Zhaoyan heard it, his heart felt like honey. Not only squinted his narrow eyes slightly, leaned on the soft pillow, and looked at her carefully.

"I want to thank you a lot about my sister. Thank you for understanding the difficulties of our sisters...... Can you take your sister over? Song Huaci asked worriedly.

"Don't you still believe in your husband? Ancestral Hall, the husband told you that whatever you want, the husband will do his best to satisfy you. As for Sister Ling, she has already been arranged in the palace! Meng Zhaoyan said slightly.

Song Huaci hurriedly blessed him, and the big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. Somehow, from the moment she got married, she always felt that something was broken between her and her sister.

Now I heard the news from Meng Zhaoyan's mouth that my sister was safe in the palace, and I was relieved.

After thinking about it, she raised her eyes and smiled: "Since I have married into the palace, I will share the glory and disgrace with my husband from now on." I have one condition that I want to exchange ...... with the prince."

From her smile and smile, before she could speak, Meng Zhaoyan had already guessed that she might have some weird idea.

Since his princess liked this way of quid pro quo, he didn't mind. I was looking forward to what she was about to say, so I bowed my head slightly and nodded for her to speak.

Song Huaci saw that his face was quite good, and after thinking about it in his heart, he said with a slight face: "You and I have become husband and wife, and we should share weal and woe." If you can keep our sister safe, then I will do everything I can to heal my husband's leg...... I don't know if you are satisfied with such a quid pro quo? ”

Meng Zhaoyan was in a wheelchair all day and needed to take Fulongsan to walk. In the future, not only will something happen to Cang Li Kingdom, if his leg disease is not cured, it will really be a big trouble.

The Song Painting Temple expected that Meng Zhaoyan would not refuse, so he looked at him with confidence and confidence.

Meng Zhaoyan thought that she had something important to plead with her, but after hearing her words, she learned that she was just asking for a place to shelter. Since she married herself, she naturally wanted to protect her. What a silly girl!

Looking at her sparkling eyes and holding back the smile in her heart, Meng Zhaoyan nodded and said, "This idea is indeed good......

"Then did the prince agree?" Song Huaci agreed without hesitation in the face of him, and he didn't react for a while, and asked one after another.

Song Huaci thought that Meng Zhaoyan would at least think about such a thing, but he didn't expect him to open his mouth and agree.

"Naturally, speak for your husband." Meng Zhaoyan said that she didn't intend to embarrass her. It's just that I want to see her say a few more words, or say more good things.