Let's see that today's Hongmei is wearing a peach-pink short shirt, wearing a begonia red skirt, and a pair of purple embroidered shoes on her feet, and the whole person looks both spiritual and delicate. At this moment, she lowered her eyebrows, leaning forward slightly when handing over the medicine, which seemed to be inconspicuous, but in fact she was the most scheming.

Jiang Youjing saw that she handed the medicine to Qi Junqing with a shy face, so he didn't care that he was still awake, so he straightened up and spoke, "Lord Wang, it's not too early, just rest quickly." ”

Hongmei froze her face, secretly saying in her heart that this person is really a fox, seduce the prince all day long, and now she is a concubine and eats the prince to death, leaving no way for anyone to live.

Looking back, Qi Junqing saw that the person on the couch had long black hair curled up in his ears, and his ruddy cheeks were faintly shining with transparent water in the candlelight.

"This king is coming." Closing the door, he hooked his lips and came to her, his hand restlessly reached into the brocade quilt, and pinched the back of her smooth and delicate hand, so soon he couldn't wait?

"Drink the sobering soup, and you and I can sleep together." Qi Junqing held the medicine bowl, staring at her dark eyes like amber, signaling that the soup must be drunk.

Jiang Youjing glanced at him disdainfully, and reluctantly took the bowl.

"If this is in my hometown, I don't need to drink any sobering soup when I'm drunk, and I can sleep until dawn." What's more, the time to go to bed has also arrived, so there's nothing wrong with sleeping while you're drinking.

Hearing that she talked about her hometown again, Qi Junqing's face was displeased, and he finally didn't speak.

Outside the window, the moon hung high in the inky sky, and occasionally one or two birdsong sounded, and the sound was everywhere, and the people who fell asleep had already dreamed several times.

It seems that he was thrown into a big furnace, and his whole body couldn't stop sweating, Jiang He looked at the flames around him, and was afraid, but when he wanted to escape, he found that his feet were like a thousand pounds of stones tied to him, and he couldn't move at all.

As soon as she stretched out her hand, she hugged the winter melon tightly, and then she felt a little cooler......

Qi Junqing tilted his head and looked at her holding herself tightly, feeling strange, so he reached out and touched it, only to find that her whole body was extremely hot, and her face was as red as a stuffy prawn, so she hurriedly summoned the imperial doctor for treatment.

"How?" He hugged the person in his arms, but his eyes fell on the imperial doctor not far away.

"Back to the prince, the princess is poisoned, and it is accompanied by fever symptoms," the imperial doctor took out a few silver needles from the medicine box, "You need to expel the poison in your body as soon as possible." ”

As he spoke, he handed over the silver needle.

Qi Junqing looked at the person in his arms frowning tightly, twisted uncomfortably a few times, and his face was still frighteningly red, "Apply the needle as soon as possible." ”

After getting the answer, the imperial doctor pricked the needle on Jiang Hejing's wrist.

How could this good guy be poisoned? Qi Junqing frowned and looked at the needle on his slender wrist, and unconsciously fell into a deep thought, could it be that the fish was poisonous today?

Half an hour later, the needle was removed.

"Lord, the princess is fine, you need to pay attention to it in the future." The Imperial Physician bowed and said.

"Do you know what kind of poison is in the princess?" He pulled the quilt to her chest and stared at the Imperial Doctor with awe-inspiring eyes.

Without thinking, the imperial doctor replied: "Back to the prince, this poison is very strange, forgive me for being incompetent, and I haven't figured out what kind of poison this is yet." ”

Qi Junqing waved his hand and sent the person down. But seeing that the blush on Jiang Hejing's face had faded, and her body was not as hot as Fang Cai, he hugged her to sleep.

In the distance outside the house, a peach-colored figure cursed and turned away.

When the sun rose the next day, Jiang and Jing woke up. Reaching out and touching it, there was no one around her, and she called: "Xi'er, wait for washing." "The body is light and fluttering, and the mind is not yet clear.

Xi'er brought in hot water, changed all her clothes for her, and then sent someone to make breakfast.

My body was so sore that my bones ached, and I vaguely remembered that I fell asleep after drinking sobering soup last night, how could I feel as weak as my bones today?

"The slave pinched the princess's shoulders." Xi'er put down the silver chopstick, turned to the side behind her, and pinched it. Being pinched like this, she was so comfortable that she put down her chopsticks after a few bites of food.

After rinsing his mouth with tea, he saw Qi Junqing stepping into the door, and there seemed to be frost and dew between his eyebrows, and the whole person was in good spirits and full of spirit.

Without thinking about it, Jiang Youjing knew that he had just returned from sword practice.

"How are you feeling today, are you feeling better?" He took off his robe and sat beside her, his eyes doting.

She nodded, "It's still a little weak." ”

Later, Qi Junqing told her the details of last night's incident, and both of them thought that the fish was not clean and did not take the poisoning to heart. In order to make her feel better quickly, he proposed to go to the courtyard to sit, Jiang Hejing bowed slightly, and came to the courtyard with a few girls.

The fine warm sun sprinkled on the huge courtyard, and the mottled shadows of the trees cast on the ground, it was also very interesting, only the shallow cicadas and birds could be heard, and everything seemed to wake up.

She leaned lazily on the back of her chair, and the maid walked out of the room with a needlework basket in her hand, and put an embroidered blanket over her knees.

It's cold in the morning and evening, so don't let people get sick.

At that time, a clear and green flute sounded behind her, and she turned her head curiously, only to see Qi Junqing holding an emerald green and white jade flute in his hand, and its tail was still wrapped with a thin spike of stone blue. The melodious flute music is sometimes heavy and sometimes slow, like the sound of heaven from afar.

The slender and white ten fingers quickly roamed over the flute's body, and she met his rather warm and serious eyes, and instantly felt that his soul had been captured by him.

Forgetting to applaud and praise, Jiang Youjing was so stunned on the chair, his mouth was open enough to swallow a fist!

Half a tea time passed, Qi Junqing put down the green jade flute, slowly walked in front of her, and stretched out his hand to brush off the fallen petals at the corner of her mouth for her, "What, look stupid?" With that, the flute shook in front of her eyes.

"Qing Gu is proud of her face, like a fairy in a painting," she said twice, and her white onion fingers wrapped around the flute, "The sound of the flute is still enviable, and it makes me feel sorry." ”

The sudden self-confidence made her look directly at the person in front of her, her sparkling eyes blinked lightly, and countless softness and love poured out of the pupils, at this moment she was the only one left in her eyes, and she couldn't tolerate anything else.

Hearing that Jiang Hejing's words were full of admiration, Qi Junqing couldn't help but show off his heart, and held the flute in front of her and blew lightly, unlike Fang Cai, this time the flute sound was more graceful and beating, and each tone was full of joy, but it also matched the prosperity of all things.

The player is immersed in the pleasure of playing the flute, and the listener is intoxicated by the sound of the moon while being handsome. Jiang Youjing smiled and looked at Qi Junqing with approval.

After the song was finished, he whispered in her ear: "Why, should Madame show her talents?" ”

The ear beads were unbearable, Jiang Youjing turned around sharply and saw a handsome face like Jinyu appeared in front of him, and while he was nervous, he lightly opened the mouth of Zhu Yu, "I don't know how to play the flute." ”

The words fell, the surroundings were silent, and they felt that Fang Cai's words were really a bit unpleasant, Jiang and Jing had to propose to chant poems against each other, but he was also a doctor in modern times, and he still had talent.

After a while, the maids all presented pen and paper.

On the two long tables, there is a thick felt, which is covered with yellow paper, and the two little girls stand beside the table and study the ink quietly, and after half a moment, the fragrance of ink spreads.

After the tools were all assembled, the two of them stood in front of the table and picked up the wolf pen.

"It's a good day today, so I'll take this scenery as the theme, okay?" Qi Junqing hooked his lips and smiled.

"That's it." Jiang and Jing replied.

Flattening the rice paper, the two looked at each other and smiled tacitly, and then put down the pen leisurely, and the time of half a pillar of incense passed, and then they stopped the movements in their hands.

The maid came up and hung the paper on the wooden frame that had been prepared, and then retreated. Jiang Youjing walked to his pen and ink, and his gaze fell straight on the half-dried black handwriting on the paper.

His strokes are closely connected, but there are very rules to follow, the font is strong and powerful, the pen is strong, and the wind of its own school can be seen between the clouds and flowing water, from this direction, you can vaguely see the traces of the back of the paper, and her handwriting is beautiful and neat, graceful but does not lose the style, but also has its own characteristics.

"Yingying apricot blossoms and mandarin duck pillows, astragalus frost and dew press the branches, lonely and scattered lock the spring deep, not as good as the jasper people in front of the hall." He clasped his hands and whispered the words on the paper, pinning an apricot blossom to her towering bun, "The cheeks are better than the whiteness of this flower, and the lady is a good color." ”

In this way, Qi Junqing took her into his arms, this lovely person is not only beautiful, but also extremely smart.

After a period of shyness, Jiang Hejing looked at the unfolded scroll, and said briskly: "Lazy to the mirror applique yellow, the wind blows the peach blossoms all over the courtyard, three or two peach petals fall into the cup, and the gloom and sorrow dissipate." ”

Both of them have the meaning of Wing Chun, but the things mentioned in the poems are different, and it doesn't matter whether they are good or bad. Qi Junqing took her soft hand and sat in front of the court for a while. I am afraid that there will not be many such days in the future, so it is better to enjoy it now.

"How did you learn to play the flute?" She asked curiously.

Listening to the music, there is no one who has been playing badly for three or five years.

When he heard this, he chuckled and replied: "When I was young, my grandmother in the palace taught me, but unfortunately the grandmother is no longer here. ”

That mother is pure and gentle, treats him very well, often makes snacks for the princes to eat, and now that the person is gone, there is nothing else except a little sadness. Fortunately, he learned the flute taught by his grandmother, and he can play a song or two when he is lonely to relieve his boredom.

After hearing him say this, Jiang Youjing used his fingertips to draw circles on his palms, without saying a word.

The noon sun was a little spicy, and the two entered the house, sitting on a chessboard, and before lunch time came, they simply began to play against each other.

After a few times, she won more and lost less, and at this point, Qi Junqing was a little unhappy, and pulled her and pressed down.

"What are you going to do?" Recently, she always felt that his behavior was very urgent, and he often said kisses, regardless of place and time.

At this moment, Qi Junqing was pinching her shoulders, "Of course it's to punish you." ”

There is a punishment for winning chess, is it a good game or a mistake?

When she was almost out of breath when she was kissed by this person, she sucked it on his neck, and a red "strawberry" hung on her white and slender neck, which looked very conspicuous.

This time, Jiang Youjing looked at his "achievements" and felt happy.