After eating the decoction prepared by the abbot, Luo Ying's spirit improved a lot. Cao Ran accompanied her to wander in front of the mountains and forests not far away for a long time, and the sun above her head shone on the ruddy faces of the two, like two young sisters who traveled in the mountains.

The two found a clean stone platform, sat down to rest, Cao Ran saw Luo Ying smiling and wiping the sweat beads on her forehead, except for the silver hair, she couldn't see Luo Ying have any discomfort, and said bluntly: "Zhu Xuan found the blood of the snow wolf for his wife to use medicine, but it is used to cure your gray hair?" ”

Luo Ying shook her head and sighed: "This child is too worried about my body, since I took the Heding Red poison, although I have no worries about my life, but my body has become extremely cold, and the cold disease has become more and more intense in recent years." I have long been accustomed to this body and know that it is okay, but Xuan'er, this child, has always been concerned about reducing my pain, I know his filial piety, but I don't want to cause him trouble. ”

Cao Ran looked at Luo Ying's young and beautiful pretty face, and when she said something old, she always looked so out of place.

Luo Ying squinted her eyes and said kindly: "I don't believe that he is not worried about me so that you can take care of me, you must know that I have lived here for more than ten years, he has never brought outsiders over, you are the first." ”

Cao Ranmu nodded, pursed his lips and laughed dryly. She didn't care much about the honor of the first person, thinking that Madame didn't know that he was calculating the five-day slavery covenant she owed him, and even if he was relieved of his mother, he didn't want her to break her promise and make herself suffer.

Pretending to look down at the wildflowers at her feet, she wondered if Madame could understand her and change the subject. Luo Ying looked at her sideways and asked, "Do you mean something to Xuan'er?" ”

Cao Ran raised her head suddenly, Luo Ying asked so directly, she didn't have time to prepare, subconsciously "ah", and a few dry laughs, and said sincerely: "Madam, you have thought too much, Zhu Xuan is the prince of Daliang, I am just a few days of maids under him, and there is no rest." ”

Luo Ying's expression was calm and indifferent: "You and I are both people in the same place, so naturally we don't care about these identities." I am Xuan'er's mother, and I know best that Xuan'er is not a person who values identity, if you really have fate, he will definitely treat you wholeheartedly, and he will not let you have the same fate as me after all. ”

Even though she and Zhu Xuan had no such intention, she still received Luo Ying's friendship, and responded with a shy smile, and the two got up and returned to the temple in the direction of the daylight.

In the early morning of the fourth day, the little nun who opened the courtyard door ran in in a panic and called the nun who swept the yard, and the nun who swept the yard shouted to the abbot master, and the commotion in the last courtyard alarmed Luo Ying and Cao Ran, who were grooming.

Zhu Xuan came back, and three guards who were even bloodier than him were dragged into the meditation room by a group of little nuns. The three guards had already sacrificed their lives to protect Zhu Xuan, and they had no breath when they were admitted to the hospital.

Zhu Xuan leaned on the pillar stone in the hall, raised his right hand with a pale face, drenched in blood, and changed it to a slightly cleaner left hand to wipe the corners of Luo Ying's tearful eyes, and comforted in a low voice: "Mother, don't worry, it's just that if you hurt your arm, it won't hurt your life." You can avoid it for a while, let the abbot help his son treat his wounds, change into clean clothes, and then visit his mother's room, okay? ”

Madame sobbed and nodded, refusing to leave. Zhu Xuan glanced at Cao Ran, who was standing aside, and said, "Hold Madame down, I don't want her to see me so embarrassed." ”

Helping Luo Ying to stand outside the meditation room for a long time, watching the little nuns bring out basins of bright red blood water, Luo Ying's tears have never stopped, and Cao Ran's heart is also hanging together.

When the abbot came out of the meditation room, he didn't have time to clean up the red stains on his hands, and said with a long sigh of relief: "Madame, don't worry, Your Highness's life is fine." Due to excessive blood loss, the body is very weak and needs to be recuperated. ”

Carrying Zhu Xuan to the wing room and sleeping until late at night, Fang slowly woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw his mother sitting next to him with red and swollen eyes.

Luo Ying helped him sit up slowly, tears trickled down again, and said in a dumb voice: "Xuan'er, how could you be so seriously injured." Haven't you always been involved in the court's succession? Why would someone put such a heavy hand on you......" Before the words fell, there was a choked voice.

His face was still pale, and he reluctantly smiled bitterly: "It has nothing to do with taking the heir, the mother knows that the son has never disdained his father's country." It's just some grievances. ”

Luo Ying said angrily with tears in her eyes: "You are hiding your mother again, what kind of grievances in the rivers and lakes dare to do such a heavy poison to you, a prince of Liang!" He begged in a lower voice: "Xuan'er, I know that you have always held a grudge against the queen, mother begs you not to take risks for those pasts, mother only needs you to live a carefree life in this world." Her grievances with her mother have nothing to do with you, don't let these resentments linger endlessly around our mother and son. ”

Zhu Xuan's face was expressionless, and his eyes were cold. How could he not complain, if it weren't for Empress Xiuwen who framed his mother, how could he have been separated from his mother since he was a child, and how could he have endured the snubbing of his father, the cold eyes of the palace people, and the bullying of other princes since he was a child. He couldn't help but resent it, as if this hatred had already been connected with his breath and breath in the process of growing up, and as long as Queen Xiuwen was alive, he would remember this resentment all the time. Over the years, the queen's power has spread all over the harem of the former dynasty, and his power is far from enough to compete with the queen, and the assassination that has been planned for many years has not hurt the queen half of it.

He hates, he can't help hating.

He clenched his mother's hand, wanting to give her a warmth, and said slowly: "This is not only your grudge with her, but what I have suffered since I was a child is also due to her, and she must die." ”

The conversation between the two was in Cao Ran's ears, she didn't mean to listen, but she happened to be standing in front of the door with a medicine bowl, neither advancing nor retreating.

When I first saw Zhu Xuan, he looked like a cynical rich son, bitter and mean, with a poisonous tongue and a bad smile, all of which were fully reflected in him, but he was actually a prince who grew up in the corner of the palace without the protection of his mother since he was a child.

He was hesitating whether to return to the small kitchen to heat up the medicine again, when he suddenly heard a call from the room: "Come in." ”

"Mother is tired after a day here, go and rest, just let her serve me and drink medicine."

Luo Ying wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and bowed her head slightly. It is said that women are made of water, Cao Ran felt that this sentence was particularly right, Luo Ying is a woman like water, not only has a moist appearance, but even tears are as many as spring water, as if no matter how much she flows, she can't flow enough.