At this time, the Song Painting Temple didn't know that when she was trying her best to go to her destination, all her whereabouts had been sorted out by the secret guards and reported word for word to Meng Zhaoyan, who was also in the palace because she knew that she had entered the palace.

"Miss Song has gone to the imperial dining room."

"Oh? Imperial Dining Room ......"

After listening to the secret guard's information, Meng Zhaoyan's face was a little uncertain. After thinking for a moment, he asked in a deep voice, "Why did Miss Song go to the imperial dining room?"

The secret guard replied respectfully, but his cold voice was a little inconsistent with the words he said: "Miss Song said that the imperial dining room is 'delicious'."

Meng Zhaoyan didn't feel the slightest ridiculousness after hearing this. He knew that the Song Painting Temple was not as stunned as she appeared, and there must be a reason for her to do so. But he couldn't figure out what she was going to do with so much effort and so many circles.

Imperial Dining Room. Imperial Dining Room. Meng Zhaoyan walked back and forth in front of the window.

Suddenly, Meng Zhaoyan raised his head, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. His brow furrowed, as if he couldn't believe what he was thinking. can think of all the things he came into contact with the Song Painting Temple, Meng Zhaoyan had to tell himself that this speculation was most in line with the current reality.

Meng Zhaoyan supported his forehead with a tiger's mouth, closed his eyes, and couldn't help but ask in his heart: How many things is she still hiding, where he can't see it.

After seeing the imperial dining room, the Song Painting Temple casually walked forward. Mingyue thought that it was all on the periphery of the palace anyway, and it didn't hurt for her to look around.

After a while, they walked to a garden, and Song Huaci told Mingyue that she was tired and wanted to rest. Mingyue took her to a nearby pavilion and invited her to sit down.

Not long after the Song Painting Temple sat down, the palace maid bent down and covered her stomach, her brows wrinkled in pain. Song Huaci was startled, and was stunned for a while before she suddenly reacted and went to help, asking her where she could be treated.

The palace maid looked at her surroundings and was very glad that the Imperial Pharmacy was near here. Although she is only a palace maid, there is also a place in the imperial pharmacy for palace maids.

"Don't dare to drive the girl. In front of this is the imperial pharmacy, and the slave maid goes by herself. It's just a girl...... The slave didn't dare to leave without permission. "The palace maid's stomach hurts like this, and she doesn't dare to leave her post without permission.

Song Huaci looked very worried about her, and said, "It's okay, I'll just sit here and wait for you, it's not in the way." Go ahead. ”

What else did the palace maid want to say, but Song Huaci interrupted her and asked aggrievedly, "Sister Mingyue, can't you believe me?"

The palace maid hurriedly made amends.

She frowned and thought for a while, then she was very grateful for her efforts to support herself and salute the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, and stood up and walked to the imperial pharmacy.

Song Huaci looked at her figure gradually moving away, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Right! The destination of the Song Painting Temple is not the imperial dining room as she said, but the imperial pharmacy!

The biggest pain for a doctor is not having good enough medicine. And most of the best medicine in the world is in the palace. The Song Painting Ancestral Hall has been thinking about it for a long time, and the thing that has been dreamed of for a long time is to come to the imperial pharmacy and steal medicine!

The Song Painting Ancestral Hall used light skills to quickly dodge into the medicine storage pavilion in the imperial pharmacy, and then hid in a corner, and through a barrel, lightly blew the four guards guarding the inner courtyard room with a drug that would make people's brains sluggish for half a minute. Taking advantage of this half minute, the Song Painting Temple jumped through the window into the medicinal herb room.

As soon as he entered, he saw so many medicines, and Song Huaci felt that his whole blood was boiling.

Song Huaci shook her head vigorously and told herself to stay calm, she could only pick some of the most important ones to take away, otherwise she would be interrogated just by taking a bag of things, just leaving this imperial pharmacy. What's more, time waits for no one, and you can't tell when someone will come in......

Before this thought disappeared, the Song Painting Temple was keenly aware that someone was approaching the medicinal herb room.

She cursed herself silently in her heart, and quickly raised her eyes to look around to find a place to hide. She jumped up and stepped lightly on the herb rack in front of her, and hid in the corner behind the last herb rack with her strength.

After a while, the door lock of the herb room was unlocked with a "click", and then closed again. Song Huaci's heart also trembled with the sound of the door lock. Her head raced, trying to figure out how to get out.

But the strange thing is that the Song Painting Temple listened quietly with bated breath and did not hear the footsteps of the visitors. The air in the entire herb room was so silent that water could drip out.

Thinking of the palace maid who would go back to find her soon, Song Huaci decided not to wait any longer. She used light skills, silently walked to the edge of the medicine cabinet, repeated the technique, threw out the medicine powder that confused people's nerves, calculated the time of the onset of the drug, and Song Huaci walked out with a heart.

The next moment, the Song Painting Temple realized what it means to be called a moment of hell and a moment of heaven. Because—

She saw a person sitting in a wheelchair looking at her with an intriguing face, and this person was her fiancé, the third prince of Cangli, Meng Zhaoyan.

"Third Highness?" Song Huaci gasped and hesitated to scream.

Her heart was beating now, and she felt that she had lived in the morgue for so long and was definitely not as thrilling as she was today.

"What is this king's quasi-princess doing?" Meng Zhaoyan looked at the little girl in front of her who was obviously frightened, and couldn't help but laugh in her heart. She has the courage to enter the palace to steal medicine, but now that she has been caught, she knows that she is afraid?

"The courtiers see the three highnesses, and the three highnesses are safe." Song Huaci took a deep breath and decided that no matter how much, he knelt down first and asked Meng Zhaoyan to be thoughtful.

"You don't have to be polite to this king." Meng Zhaoyan still had no doubt on his face, as if he was waiting for her to explain calmly.

Song Huaci subconsciously wanted to make up a lie, but when he thought of the identity of the person in front of him, he couldn't help but hesitate. After all, he is the person she will marry in the future, and she began to deceive him and lose trust, so what should she do in the future? Besides, the third prince is not stupid, she lies smartly, which may not be good. It's better to make a gamble on this, betting that the three princes are not going to kill her, maybe there is still a glimmer of life.

"Your Highness forgives your sins. The courtier's daughter trespassed into the imperial pharmacy today to steal medicine. Song Huaci raised his eyes, looked directly into Meng Zhaoyan's eyes, and said word by word.

Who knew that after Meng Zhaoyan heard this, not only was he not angry, but a bright smile slowly rose on his handsome face that turned everyone upside down, as if the whole room was charmed by his smile.

Meng Zhaoyan felt that at this moment, the entire soul that had been hanging in the air returned to his body.

After he guessed that the Song Painting Temple was going to come to the Imperial Pharmacy to steal the medicine, after he saw the Song Painting Temple's ability to make drugs, after he found out that the Song Painting Temple was good, and after he decided to come to the Medicine Storage Pavilion to face her, wasn't he waiting for her words?

As long as she is willing to tell him the truth, then he is not afraid that she is harboring secrets.

Meng Zhaoyan nodded, stepped back the wheelchair a little, and made way out: "Okay, since you have made so much effort, I can't let you go back empty-handed." Quickly choose the herbs you need, and this king will help you take them out. As for yourself...... Get out the way you wanted. ”

Meng Zhaoyan's words suddenly stunned the Song Painting Temple.

This...... Just let her go so easily? Don't ask her how she got in, why she stole the herbs, and what was she used for? Moreover, as the third prince of the dynasty, he still has to be her accomplice and help her steal her own things?

Anyway, she is also the one who wants to marry him, and the person next to her has so many secrets, isn't he a little worried? How could the three princes who came out of the shadow of the sword be so pure.

The plot seems to have changed a little quickly, so that the head of the Song Painting Temple was still blank when he picked out the medicinal materials.

"Third Highness, don't you want to ask me something?" The Song Painting Temple was still relieved in the end, so he simply turned around and asked clearly.

"Huh." Meng Zhaoyan lowered his head and chuckled, and spoke in a light tone, as if he was answering her, and as if he was convincing himself: "There are too many things that this king wants to ask Miss Song, so he simply doesn't ask." When Miss Song is willing to tell this king, won't this king know everything? Don't worry, we're going to be long. ”

Song Huaci listened to Meng Zhaoyan's last meaningful words, and had nothing to say for a while.

Song Huaci understood what he meant. Meng Zhaoyan may not have doubted her, but he chose to believe her. Maybe it had something to do with her honest attitude just now, or maybe it was something else. Who knows?

"His Royal Highness Xie San is considerate." The Song Painting Temple knelt down on one knee and respectfully saluted Meng Zhaoyan to express his gratitude.

"This king said, you and this king, you don't have to be polite." Meng Zhaoyan replied calmly. said that he didn't ask, he didn't ask, and he didn't bother anymore, and raised his chin slightly, meaning that she should hurry up and get the medicinal herbs.

Song Huaci took a deep breath to calm down the complex emotions in his heart. I didn't know what to say, so I listened to his words and went to choose medicinal materials in silence.

Song Huaci told herself in her heart that she owed Meng Zhaoyan a love.

Meng Zhaoyan leaned on the back of the wheelchair chair and looked at the thin back of the Song Painting Temple without saying a word.

Why not ask her? Meng Zhaoyan also asked himself. He thought, maybe it's because only she can make him willing to talk so much, laugh for so long, and think of her face, and his heart can be warm. Therefore, he can't bear to destroy it at all, even if she hides so many secrets, he is willing to wait.

After all, he really stayed in the dark for too long.

Mingyue went to see the imperial doctor, took the special pill made by the imperial doctor, and although she was still unwell, she still hurriedly came out of the imperial pharmacy to find the Song Painting Temple. But she searched the whole garden, but she still couldn't find her.

Just as Mingyue accepted her fate and was about to ask someone to go back to Cining Palace to report to the Queen Mother, she inadvertently saw a woman who was very similar to the Song Painting Ancestral Hall standing on a small road in the southernmost part of the garden.

Mingyue walked quickly towards the woman with a beating heart.

When she got closer, it was really the Song Painting Temple, Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief, and she spoke with a slight cry: "Fourth Miss!" The slave is looking for you. Where have you been? ”

"Look at the flowers." As she spoke, Song Huaci stretched out her white fingers and pointed at a large apricot Jiao Shu behind her.

Mingyue looked in the direction she pointed, and a bright red apricot was really eye-catching.

Mingyue looked at the Song Painting Temple with an innocent look, and the doubts in her heart were a little less. But she was still worried that something would really happen if she stayed outside, so she persuaded her: "Fourth Miss, we have been out for a long time, and I think the Queen Mother and the Queen Mother should worry about you." Shall we go back? ”

Song Huaci showed a reluctant look on his face, and looked at Xingjiao's eyes very reluctantly.

Looking at the appearance of the Song Painting Temple, I don't want to go back. Mingyue complained about the trouble of the Song Painting Temple in her heart, but at the same time, she couldn't help but be a little anxious, and when she wanted to speak again to comfort, she heard the cold and puzzled voice of the third prince: "Is the girl in front of her the fourth lady of the Song Taifu family?"

Song Huaci and Mingyue raised their heads at the same time, shifted their eyes to the front, and saw Meng Zhaoyan sitting in a wheelchair being pushed by the eunuch.

When Meng Zhaoyan saw the Song Painting Ancestral Hall revealing his full face, his originally cold and handsome face turned into a smile like ice that had been frozen for a long time because it had melted away because it met the sun, and his tone became soft: "Oh, it's really Miss Song." Long time no see. ”

Song Huaci was still thinking about being caught by Meng Zhaoyan today, and didn't know how to face him. But after hearing him say "long time no see" with a serious face, it felt like an immortal who had been demoted to the mortal dust, and suddenly it was no longer so admirable and frightening.

"Courtiers see the three princes." The Song Painting Ancestral Hall bowed with a restrained expression.

Mingyue seemed to have just reacted after hearing the voice of the Song Painting Ancestral Hall, and quickly withdrew the eyes that looked at the three princes, and hurriedly followed the Song Painting Ancestral Hall to salute.

"No courtesy. What is Miss Song doing here? Meng Zhaoyan asked.

"Back to the third prince, the courtiers are here to enjoy the flowers." The Song Painting Shrine replied in a decent manner.

"Oh, the Queen Mother agreed?"

"Yes."

"That's good. This king went to the imperial pharmacy to pick up medicine, passing by here, and also felt that the scenery was very beautiful. Since Miss Song is here, let's talk to this king. Meng Zhaoyan's voice was clear and not forced, but there was a hint of undoubtedness.

Without waiting for Song Huaci to respond, he turned to the palace maid Mingyue and instructed: "Miss Song has this king here, so you don't have to worry about it." Later, when the king went to greet the queen mother, he personally sent Miss Song to Cining Palace by the way. You can go back first. ”

This is a bit disrespectful, but who made everyone here not as high as Meng Zhaoyan? Meng Zhaoyan had his own majestic attribute when he ordered people, Mingyue didn't dare to refute, so she could only glance at the Song Painting Temple worriedly, and bowed and retired.

However, the eunuch Ci'en behind Meng Zhaoyan glanced at Meng Zhaoyan in surprise, and then at the Song Painting Temple, thoughtful, but silent.

He thought silently: Isn't the third prince always taciturn, cherishing words like gold, and unwilling to waste time on unimportant people? Today in front of the quasi-third princess, this is a change of sex?

So Song Huaci was honored to be on his list of key treatments.

After Mingyue left, only the Song Painting Temple, Meng Zhaoyan, and Meng Zhaoyan's eunuchs were left in the south corner of the garden.

And Song Huaci faced Meng Zhaoyan at the moment, his mood was still a little complicated, and he didn't know how to speak.

"Does Miss Song usually like to read?" Meng Zhaoyan broke the silence.

"It's fine. When you have nothing to do, you will flip through it. Song Huaci replied in accordance with his words.

"Have you ever flipped through a medical book?" Meng Zhaoyan asked seemingly casually.

Song Huaci's heart tightened, thinking: Is this to continue what happened just now and inquire about his details? She pondered her words and replied, "Turn over some."

Meng Zhaoyan looked at her as if she was facing a great enemy, and she was a little funny. He said unhurriedly: "This king is not in good health, and he occasionally reads some medical books on weekdays. Thinking that if Miss Song is interested, I will give you a few copies. Even if it can't be a big tool, it's good to use it to nourish your body. ”

Delivering books? Song Huaci chewed on Meng Zhaoyan's words just now, distinguishing whether this was a temptation or a sincerity. In the end, she decided to be careful: "The courtiers are not talented, and they are afraid of disappointing His Highness."