Chen Bai had already put on his hat again before leaving the courtyard just now, so the maid in the courtyard couldn't see who he was.

But when she saw other maids saluting him, she also saluted Chen Bai, and then continued to go about her own business.

Chen Bai walked to the wooden board and picked up a book casually, most of them were books about herbal medicine, and there were some very simple markets.

Chen Bai shook his head gently, I don't know if she has some knowledge, or if she doesn't have much knowledge?

He glanced at the simple market on the wooden board, most of this kind of talk is the things that are passed down in the mouths of the people, and after a few literate storytellers have compiled it into a simple one, the language in it is plain and straightforward, and there is almost no literary foundation, as long as people who recognize a few words a little, they can swallow a rough look.

There is one thing he doesn't understand, such books are not allowed to be brought in in the Chenwang Mansion, and he doesn't know how she got so many books!

As for these books on herbal medicine, they were very elegant and obscure, and there were one or two books in them that were almost all illustrated with herbal medicine, and he had even seen similar ones in the Tai Hospital.

If she didn't know much literacy, how could she read such an obscure herbal book?

What a contradictory woman!

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a panicked whisper behind him.

Chen Bai turned around and saw the maid who had just entered the room to get a book sitting on the steps with a bitter face, she covered her ankles with her hands, sighed, and said to herself: "It's really unlucky, you can get your feet down the next step!"

Chen Bai took his eyes off her and fixed himself on an unframed scroll of paintings that rolled down the steps.

The painting spreads out slightly, revealing a little undertone.

I didn't expect her to be able to draw!

Chen Bai's heart moved, and he immediately walked over and picked up the painting.

"Childe, please don't touch that painting, that's what Sister Zhu Xian cherishes the most!" Seeing this, the maid immediately stretched out her hand to stop him.

Chen Bai felt embarrassed and had to return the painting to her.

The maid struggled to stand up, took the painting and looked at it, and immediately shouted in a panic: "Oh no, when I just fell, I accidentally broke the painting!"

Chen Bai looked at it fixedly, and saw that the edge of the slightly scattered paper scroll was indeed partially scratched.

He gestured to the maid, meaning to ask the maid to show him if he could remedy it, but the maid was only anxious and did not look at his gesture.

Chen Bai sighed, walked into the room, and found the desk.

The desk in Zhu Xian's room was placed in a secondary position in the room, and the desktop was very neat and tidy, and it was empty, indicating that she didn't use this desk often.

Chen Bai walked to the desk, glanced at the things on the desk, and breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, there were pens, ink, paper, and inkstones.

He took out a piece of paper that had been slightly yellowed, spread it on the table, wrote a few columns, took it out and walked to the maid.

The maid's gaze was temporarily lost focus by the paper that suddenly appeared in front of her, and after regaining focus, she looked at Chen Bai anxiously after reading the content of the paper and asked, "Really, can Gongzi really help the slave repair this painting?"

Chen Bai nodded.

The maid hesitated for a moment before handing him the painting in her hand.

Chen Bai unfolded the painting and took a look, only to see that in the snowy field where the sky was unclear in the painting, the woman was wearing a red cloak and standing in the wind and snow with a lantern in her hand, turning around and smiling, the smile was astringent and warm, and it hit his heart!

The woman in the painting is Zhu Xian!

The fact that she can smile like this shows that the person who painted for her is the one she values, and it is no wonder that she takes this painting so seriously.

"Childe, can you fix this painting?" Seeing that he was staring at the painting without speaking, the maid asked worriedly.

Chen Bai came back to his senses and carefully examined this painting, this brush technique is immature but very atmospheric, people who want to paint have heaven and earth in their hearts, but the painting art is not fine.

It's impossible to make up this painting without Zhu Xian discovering it, but he can copy it!

Chen Bai nodded, rolled up the painting and walked into the room, writing his meaning on a piece of paper.

He was going to take the painting back and copy it.

The maid didn't know if he could copy it well, but she had no other way, but fortunately, although Sister Zhu Xian liked this painting, she didn't often open it to look at it, and after hesitating for a while, she nodded.

Chen Bai thought again, Miss Zhu Xian asked him to wait here for her to come back, then he couldn't go back at the moment, and besides, he hadn't apologized to Mrs. Yuzhuang in person, thinking like this, he picked up a pen and wrote a few words on the paper.

The maid took a look at it and hurriedly saluted him.

"The slave maid just didn't know that the son was the son, and asked the son to forgive the sin!"

Chen Bai helped her up and pointed to the paper in her hand.

The maid nodded repeatedly, took the painting in his hand, and left the courtyard.

Shizi said that it was inconvenient for him to leave now, and ordered her to send the painting to the White Courtyard.

After the maid left, the courtyard instantly fell silent, and Chen Bai realized that he had entered Zhu Xian's house and walked out unnaturally.

As soon as he stood still in the courtyard, Zhu Xian walked in with three herbs with fat leaves.

Glancing at the sun in the courtyard, considering that he was a patient, she smiled at him reluctantly: "Isn't it hot in the world, please sit in the house for a while, there is no way to use tea when you look like this, the slave will go and make an antidote for you!"

Chen Bai nodded and returned to the room unnaturally, took off his hat, saw the pen, ink, paper and inkstone spread out on the table, and immediately stood up and walked over to restore the things on the table to their original state.

After doing all this, he actually had a feeling of being a thief, and sat back in his chair uneasily.

After a while, Zhu Xian walked in with a palm-sized jar.

A faint scent of grass spread through the room.

Inside the jar was half a jar of fresh herbal slurry, which should have been mashed and filtered with the herbs she was holding in her hand just now.

Zhu Xian put the jar on the table, and couldn't help but shift his gaze on the jar to Zhu Xian's face.

Zhu Xian pursed her lips, she had no way not to smile at such a face, she took a deep breath, barely held back, and said in a slightly smiling voice: "Shizi, the slave can detoxify you immediately, but before the detoxification, there are some words that the slave and maid still have to say clearly!"

So, Zhu Xian told him everything Xu Weijun did last night.

Chen Bai was surprised, he didn't expect the princess to do such a thing!

Zhu Xian saw the shock on his face, lowered his eyelids and said, "If the prince doesn't believe what the slave said, just confront the princess!"

No, he believes!

Since Zhu Xian dared to poison the pastry, it means that he is dissatisfied with the princess, and it also shows that the prince did something that angered Qin Xiangyuan.

And more importantly, he only remembered now, when he asked the princess where the pastry came from, the princess replied to his words with an unnatural expression, but at that time he misunderstood what she meant, and wishful thinking immersed himself in his own misunderstanding.

In other words, he had a terrible idea in his heart, and it was the princess who deliberately misled him!