In the shadow of a palace gate, a person made a gesture to Jun Muhan, and Jun Muhan cast a knowing look.

"How come you're here alone?" Jun Muhan took his slow hand without a trace, and wrapped his warm palm around the cold little hand.

"I—lost." Slowly lowered his head in embarrassment.

Originally, she was going to leave the palace, but who knew that she was walking but didn't know where she was going, so she had to go back the same way, and then the scene just now happened.

It's really embarrassing to die, such a big person is still lost, and in the end he is so embarrassed.

"Alas~" Jun Muhan sighed helplessly, how could she feel that she needed attention like a child.

Yesterday was and today was too, but today I didn't show up in time to hug her and let her fall to the ground.

"Let's get out of the palace first." Jun Muhan pulled slowly and walked outside the palace gate affectionately.

Slowly did not withdraw her hand, and followed Jun Muhan very trustingly, although it was only the second time they met, she believed in him very much.

There was a gorgeous, tall car parked outside the palace gate, and the coachman standing next to him saw a woman following Jun Muhan, and he was stunned at first.

After being stunned for three seconds, he hurriedly came back to his senses, put his feet on the ground, and said respectfully: "Xiangye." ”

Xiangye?

Slowly looked at Jun Muhan suspiciously.

Before, she only noticed that Jun Muhan was wearing an official uniform, but she didn't look carefully at the grade of his official uniform, and when she heard the coachman call like this, she slowly took a closer look.

Isn't this the official uniform of a first-class official?

Although he didn't know much about the situation in the DPRK and China, he still knew a little about his official position.

The prime minister of the Western Yuan Dynasty is divided into the left and right prime ministers, among which the right prime minister is respected, although the left prime minister is also an important minister, but he is already over half a hundred years old, and the emperor prefers the right prime minister today.

So at a young age, he was promoted to the status of the right minister.

Everyone can see that the emperor is paving the way for the new emperor in the future, but that person is definitely not the current prince.

In other words, he is the right minister, so everyone is referred to as Xiangye.

So he also knows who he is, and it is impossible for the crown princess of the East Palace not to know anyone in the court.

"What are you looking at?" Jun Muhan found that his slow gaze stayed on his back, and he subconsciously turned his head.

Shaking her head slowly, she seemed to understand the fortune teller's words a little.

One of them is the right prime minister, and the other is the crown princess, how can they not come together, isn't this fate?

"No, I just think you're good-looking." Slowly is still the same sentence, and she doesn't hesitate to praise good-looking people.

Except for Mo Yuheng.

Jun Muhan smiled lightly and said, "Get in the car, I'll help you deal with your wounds." ”

Slowly, I wanted to refuse, but when I heard such a gentle voice and such a beautiful smile, I couldn't say anything about the words of refusal.

After hesitating for a moment, he lifted the skirt and got into the carriage with Jun Muhan's support.

Entering the carriage, a warm breath rushed to the face, and the smoke from the incense burner on the small table was the scent of water resting.

The inside of the carriage was very simple, but it was neat and comfortable, and slowly sat down in the position next to it, Jun Muhan followed closely and came in from the back and walked to the innermost side.

With one hand propped up on the seat, he leaned over and pulled out a delicate medicine box from under the position, which was inlaid with a small dragon pattern jade pendant, which looked very exquisite.

Jun Muhan put the medicine box next to Huan Huan, half-squatted in front of Huan Huan, and said, "Give me your hand." ”

Slowly stretched out his hand, and his delicate fingers fell on Jun Muhan's wide palm, and Liangliang's hand was instantly surrounded by a warmth.

Jun Muhan raised his eyes and glanced at the slowness, and said, "It may hurt a little, you bear with it." ”

He nodded slowly, but did not speak.

How much can it hurt?

Is it as painful as the sword that pierced the body last time?

She didn't endure it like that.

People who are not rejected never know that when you are only one person left, no matter how much it hurts, you can only knock out your teeth and swallow blood, because no one will feel distressed.

Even if you shout out your throat, no one will have mercy.

The only thing you can do is not to shout, but to grit your teeth and push through.

Jun Muhan first took out a small white porcelain bottle, and slowly palmed a transparent liquid everywhere, carefully helping her clean up the muddy water in the wound.

I also blow into the palm of my hand from time to time, so that it won't hurt so much.

Slowly looking at the serious Jun Muhan, she really wanted to say that there was no need to do this, but it was just like being bitten by an ant? She's not that squeamish.

She can tolerate the pain.

After cleaning the wound, Jun Muhan poured a white powder into the palm of his hand, and then took out a white cloth strip and carefully wrapped it up.

"The wound is fine, it will heal after two or three days of rest." Jun Muhan said slowly while bandaging, and tied a beautiful knot when it was over.

"Hmm." Slowly withdrew his hand and held it in his palm, smiled very sincerely at Jun Muhan, and said, "Thank you." ”

In fact, this kind of small wound does not need to be bandaged at all, and it will be fine if it is cooled for two days.

This is hypocritical.

She, Murong Slow, has never been a hypocritical person.

"Thank me again, do you want to invite me to dinner!" Jun Muhan said disappreciatively, he just wanted to make him not so nervous.

But the speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Slowly and gorgeously embarrassed.

Please eat!

Yesterday he said that he was invited to dinner, but it turned out that she was eating alone, but he was just a symbol of his meaning and did not eat.

Would he think she was too good to eat?

Aren't the average woman eating only a small bowl? She ate a whole table yesterday.

"That, I came out in a hurry today, I didn't bring any silver, please ask for it next time!" Slowly said with some embarrassment, blushing when he thought of yesterday.

In fact, she brought silver, but she may not return to the East Palace today, so she needs silver, if she invites him to dinner, then she can only sleep on the street at night.

In this winter, sleeping on the street will freeze to death.

She didn't want to leave the East Palace in style today, and see her body on the streets of Kyoto tomorrow.

And then when you die, it will become a topic of conversation after dinner.

"Just kidding, you don't mind." Jun Muhan also felt a slow embarrassment, he really didn't mean to laugh at her, he just said it casually.

He also just ate it yesterday, so he didn't use his chopsticks much.

But he appreciates her honesty, ordinary girls are very careful about their image in front of men, and only eat a little, but she is only full.

It's cute, not pretentious.

Thinking of this, Jun Muhan suddenly had an expression in his mind that he slowly picked up vegetables for him, looked at him expectantly, and had a strange idea in his heart.

Expect her to pick up food for him again.

As soon as this idea came out, Jun Muhan instantly denied it and thought it was ridiculous.