When Jing's mother came, He Jiusheng's head was about to emerge from the pool, she pressed Song Yanjiao's head with one hand, and turned her head to squeeze out a sincere smile at Jing's mother.

"What's the matter so anxious, Mother Jing?"

But it was not only Mother Jing who came, but she was followed by the aunt next to the Queen Mother, and she couldn't help but press Song Yanjiao's head down again.

"Miss, why are you still wearing clothes in the bath?" Jing's mother looked stunned.

"Ah...... Isn't this a whim? I didn't bother to take off my clothes! Why is Aunt Qiucui here? Is there any will of the Queen Mother? ”

"The slave sent Miss Jiusheng a plaster to treat her face at the order of the Queen Mother, and also came to inform Miss that the emperor gave you a title, and after entering the palace, your position is Concubine Chen, congratulations to Miss Jiusheng!"

"Ahhh Say thank you to the Queen Mother for me! ”

"How is the young lady staying in this villa? Is there anything you need to add? ”

"No, no, it's all complete! No problem! ”

He Jiusheng said to Aunt Qiucui with a shy smile, in fact, she was already panicked in her heart, and if she wanted to continue to greet like this, she was afraid that their Yan Wang Ye would drown in the hot spring.

"That's very good."

Aunt Qiucui wanted to say something, He Jiusheng immediately interrupted her and said to Mother Jing, "Mother Jing, I have a turquoise bracelet rewarded by the emperor in my room, I don't think it is suitable for me to wear it, but Aunt Qiucui is just right!" You take Aunt Qiucui to get it, the bracelet is matched with a beauty, and the aunt will definitely shine when she wears it! ”

Aunt Qiucui, who was originally expressionless, smiled when she heard this, "Miss Jiusheng is really tormenting the slave, and the slave has thanked Miss here!" ”

After speaking, he made a gesture and followed Jing's mother to get the bracelet happily.

"Sure enough, everyone in the palace is the same, and money can make ghosts grind!" He Jiusheng sighed and grabbed Song Yanjiao, who had been drowning underwater for a long time.

He emerged from the water, his long inky hair wet and sticking to the white clothes he was wearing, and a few strands of disobedient hair were softly on his forehead, hiding his charming eyes.

The high bridge of his nose and thin lips glistened in the sun, and a drop of water ran down his narrow eyebrows and slid down his collarbone.

The dark eyes stared at He Jiusheng without blinking, it was an evil temptation, it was almost suffocating.

Ahhhhhh

The distance between the two people is too ambiguous, right......

How does this make her deal with herself......

He Jiusheng's eyes were stiffly staring at the tip of her nose, her throat was like choking on something, she could almost hear her own heartbeat, as the hot spring water spread left and right, her brain buzzed.

"It seems that I can't take the eldest lady out to play today."

"Ah...... I don't think it's a good fit...... Well, let's talk about it another day......"

Song Yanjiao controlled his gaze to move away from her graceful collarbone, jumped up with his hand on the edge of the pool, his tight figure lined with soaked clothes, revealing a few looming muscles, He Jiusheng saw the male model-like figure flash, his nose was hot, and two streams of hot liquid flowed out of her nostrils......

"Miss soaked in the bath so well, why did she still have a nosebleed?"

At this time in the room, Jing's mother was changing He Jiusheng into clean clothes, and looked at her young lady with worried eyes from time to time, thinking about whether the young lady had suffered in He Mansion before, and it was not good to eat too many supplements in the cold, it seems that it is better to eat lighter these days.

He Jiusheng hung his head in shame.

It's too embarrassing, fortunately, Song Yanjiao walked fast, otherwise I don't know how embarrassing it would be to see her nosebleed.

I think she has seen a lot of handsome guys before, and she hasn't been embarrassed to throw them at home like today......

Although Song Yanjiao's figure is indeed good...... He Jiusheng recalled today's scene, and she could imagine the graceful figure hidden under the white clothes......

Ahhh

He Jiusheng blocked his nose, and couldn't help but sigh that there is such a stunner in the world, crossing through the overhead and overhead, why not arrange her to an era where women are in charge......

No, this Song Yanjiao is a broken sleeve! This storyline is too sad!

He Jiusheng almost wanted to cry without tears, secretly saying that God was unfair.

"Miss, this is the medicine sent to you by the Queen Mother, saying that it is a compress every day before going to bed, and it will be effective in half a month!"

Mother Jing said happily and handed her a bottle, "Great, Miss's face is finally saved!" ”

"Yes, the Queen Mother really has a heart......"

He Jiusheng smiled bitterly and took the bottle, Jing's mother didn't know that Song Yanjiao had already sent a bottle, and she put it on last night.

Why did Song Yanjiao send her medicine? He knew so well what was going on with the injury on his face, He Jiusheng thought that it was probably the Queen Mother who told him, but now the Queen Mother also sent a bottle, which shows that he and the Queen Mother did not breathe.

How did he know? And why give her medicine?

He Jiusheng pinched the medicine bottle and fell into deep thought.

In the middle of March, it was stung.

A carriage slowly drove to the front of Qinglan Temple.

"Sheng'er, Qinglan Temple has arrived."

"Well, Mother Jing, this temple is so remote, few people usually come, right?"

"Not really, there are many official ladies who come here to burn incense and worship the Buddha."

"Does it really work?" Remembering Song Yanjiao's words that Qinglan Temple would respond to requests, He Jiusheng asked.

"The old slave also heard that the most effective thing here is the marriage temple, and young men and women often come here to worship and ask for a good marriage! But our young lady was born with a blessing, and she didn't have to go to worship to get a good marriage! ”

Jing's mother helped He Jiusheng get out of the carriage.

Song Yanjiao hadn't been to the villa since she hit the hot springs, but the emperor often came to see her and brought her some gadgets to make her happy.

Without a computer and mobile phone, it was really boring in ancient times, and Song Yanjiao didn't mean to pick her up to go out to play, so she simply asked her mother to take her to the temple for a walk, which was also a good trip.

Originally, she should have been sleepy at home before entering the palace, but Jing's mother felt that going out for a trip would probably help He Jiusheng's mood, and if she was in a good mood, she would not be sick again, and He Jiusheng begged the emperor, and the back and forth approval took three days before she had the opportunity to stand in front of the temple now.

Of course, He Jiusheng can't let go of the hard-won spring outing opportunity, thinking that he will not have the opportunity to come out to visit when he enters the palace in the future, it is really more uncomfortable than death for a modern young woman, and He Jiusheng is depressed every time he thinks of it.

"Mother Jing, you just wait for me in the carriage, save yourself and accompany me on a trip."

"Don't you need to be accompanied by an old slave?"

"No need for Mother Jing, I'll go to a temple, this temple doesn't look big, and I'll come back after burning incense and walking."

"Yes, the old slave is waiting here."

She was in a good mood this time, and after entering the temple, she smashed two gold ingots into the merit box, and went in to burn incense leisurely.

Jing's mother stayed outside the temple, and when she got into the carriage, she suddenly caught a glimpse of two carriages parked in the corner next to the temple, one carriage was particularly familiar, and it turned out to be Hefu's after a closer look. The other carriage looked at it, but it looked like it was expensive, and it seemed to be used by the royal family, so he pointed to the little man who led the horse in front of the temple and asked, "Which carriage is that?" ”

The little maid glanced at it and said, "Back to Mom, it's from the Third Prince's Mansion." ”