Sun Xiaobei went to the street and said two paragraphs of books, earned dozens of dollars, bought some bamboo batches according to Jiang Jiang's instructions, and bought half a catty of pork by the way.

Jiang Jiang had already slept enough at this time, so he asked Sun Xiaobei to cut the bamboo batch into even sticks and polish them carefully.

She herself chopped the pound of pork into a stuffing and baked pies with noodles.

Sun Xiaobei smelled the fragrance of the pie while working, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and peeked into the pot from time to time.

"I've never seen this thing before," Sun Xiaobei said with drooling, "Why don't we just go to the market and set up a pot to sell this thing, and the people who buy it are guaranteed to have a long queue." ”

Jiang Jiang rolled his eyes when he heard this and said: "I won't sell food unless I have to, the catering industry is really hard." What's more, this kind of stall selling pies can't make a lot of money at all, she usually cooks out of interest, but she really wants to run it as a career, which is quite tiring.

Jiang Jiang asked himself that he didn't have to work so hard to make money, so he didn't consider Sun Xiaobei's proposal at all.

Jiang Jiang finished baking the pie and simply made a vegetable soup. The two of them finished eating beautifully, took a little rest, and began to make bamboo sticks again.

"How much are we going to do?" Sun Xiaobei shook his hand and asked Jiang Jiang: "This has been made hundreds of roots, isn't it enough?" ”

Jiang Jiang smiled mysteriously, stretched out his index finger and waved it in front of Sun Xiaobei's nose and said, "Of course it's not enough, it's far from enough." ”

"What can this thing be used for?" Sun Xiaobei looked at the flat bamboo stick in his hand, and the question mark in his head.

"You don't have to worry, let's do these ourselves, and when the mold arrives the day after tomorrow, the things I make can be sold in the market the day after tomorrow, and we can directly hand over this work to the person who sells bamboo batches to complete."

"The things you made this time are stranger than the other," Sun Xiaobei muttered as he worked, "I don't know what you can make by then." ”

Jiang Jiang was humming a song while making bamboo sticks, thinking that he would start to make a lot of money from the day after tomorrow.

Jiang Jiang is like this, what she is most passionate about is making money, as long as she thinks that she will have money to make a lot of money in the future, she will leave a lot of unhappiness behind, and the little fright and depression of yesterday have been thrown out of the clouds by her.

Zhaojing Palace.

Binglu walked in with a bowl of medicine, and said respectfully to Shen Tuwen: "Lord Wang, the medicine is boiled, you can drink it while it's hot!" ”

Although the injury on Shen Tuwen's head was not particularly serious, in the end, his head was broken and bleeding, and he occasionally felt a little dizzy.

But none of this mattered, and what made him most depressed was that when he woke up, he couldn't remember what the woman looked like yesterday.

Could it be that he lost that memory because of his head injury?

Shen Tuwen took the medicine bowl and drank it all, and Binglu retreated with the medicine bowl.

Shen Tuwen saw the marriage branch on the incense case, and the buds were still pink and tender, as if they were about to open in the next moment.

He couldn't help but think back to yesterday's situation, and unconsciously fell into deep thought.

The woman was playing alone in the deep pool, and no one close to her followed.

Did she sneak up the mountain alone? After all, he was hunting in Tianyun Mountain that day, and someone was stationed at the foot of the mountain.

Did she stumble into the mountains by mistake, or did she appear there on purpose? If it was intentionally there, why was it so panicked to see yourself? And also injured yourself?

If she stumbled into the mountains by mistake, who was she? Where is it now?

"Lord, the prince is here." Just when Shen Tu was thinking about it, Sang Jiechen reported at the door.

Although His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the prince are compatriots of the same mother, the relationship between the two is also very close. But after all, one is a prince and the other is a general, and you still need to pay attention to etiquette and proportions in private interactions.

Shen Tu's steady contemplation was interrupted, and he stood up and said, "Please come in, the prince, and tell Binglu and them to prepare tea." ”

Since he returned to Beijing in triumph, he has not yet met with the prince in private, and he just has something to ask him.

Prince Ruyi was wearing a white robe, with a green belt and a piece of jade around his waist.

His facial features are four or five points similar to Shen Tu Wen, but in terms of figure, Prince Ruyi is narrower, and his height is not as tall as Shen Tu Wen, and the temperament of the two is very different.

Shen Tuwen was even more arrogant and domineering, while Prince Ruyi was gentle and elegant.

"The prince is free today," Shen Tuwen said to the prince who stepped into the study, "I ordered someone to prepare tea, and then it was served." ”

"Brother Wang, are you injured?" Prince Ruyi hurriedly stepped forward after seeing Shen Tu Wen, and asked with concern.

"It's a minor injury, it's not in the way," Shen Tuwen said lightly: "I have already called a doctor and prescribed medicine." ”

"Then Brother Wang should also pay attention to rest, and don't work hard," Prince Ruyi said: "Fortunately, it's not winter, and I'm not afraid of braving the wind and cold, but I still have to pay attention to my diet and eat less hot and hot food." ”

"Don't worry about the prince, my body knows by itself, you are from the palace, everything is okay with your father and mother?" Shen Tuwen said.

He was named the prince of Zhaojing since he was a child, and he lived in the palace when he was three years old, and did not grow up in the palace, so the relationship with the emperor and queen is not as deep as the relationship between parents and children of ordinary people, but with a sense of alienation.

"Father, queen mother, everything is fine, but why doesn't the royal brother often go to the palace to visit?" Prince Ruyi saw that Shen Tuwen mentioned the emperor and empress, so he said what he thought in his heart.

"The crown prince should know that foreign ministers can only enter the palace once in half a month at most, and they are not allowed to enter unless they are specially called. The rules of the national law palace should be obeyed, how can it be abolished because of one person. "Shen Tu's reasons are high-sounding.

At this time, the maids just came to serve tea, and Prince Ruyi held back and didn't say anything.

After the maids retreated, Shen Tuwen took the lead in asking, "I have something I want to ask you for, and it just so happens that you are here today, so you can help me analyze it." ”

"Brother Wang, do you have any questions for me?" The prince was very curious: "Brother Wang has always been eloquent and strategic, and he is not much higher than me, but now he has doubts?" ”

"Don't say that, the prince, you are the prince of the East Palace, the prince of a country, I am just a martial artist, how can I be higher than you?" Shen Tuwen said with a serious face.

"Brother Wang, you should understand what I think in my heart-" Prince Ruyi said with some emotion.

"Prince, you still listen to me and help me analyze it," Shen Tuwen interrupted Prince Ruyi's words: "I know that you are a good student of medical science, and you also have unique insights into people's abnormal situations. I had seen a man not long ago, but then he was wounded in the head, and I thought I had seen her very well at the time, but I woke up this morning and forgot about it. Is there a way for me to remember her again? ”