Under my careful care, King Mu was able to get out of bed in less than half a month, but he needed someone to help him.

I built a swing chair for him in the * garden, the swing leans under the tree just to avoid the sun, enjoy a shade, and the flowers and plants on it are simply beautiful.

It's just that this seems to satisfy my girlish feelings better, and when King Mu saw it for the first time, he frowned and smiled bitterly for a while.

"Lord Wang, you want to sit anyway, why don't you sit on the swing chair? I'll push in the back to give you a little bit of freedom again. I advised him.

He didn't seem to be able to bear to live up to my good intentions, so he sat up, and I pushed him in the back, and he gradually got used to this feeling, and more often than not, he pulled me to sit down with me, and we let the swing swing swing slowly.

And we chatted endlessly, as if we were really talking about life philosophy from poetry and songs.

When we talk about what he has personally experienced on the battlefield in the past few months, we lament together, and when we talk about the philosophical question of chicken and egg, we will fight again.

Once, I couldn't talk about him even though I was reasonable, and as a modern person, I admitted that I still owe my hand, and because I had regarded him as a confidant in my heart, I punched him hard in a fit of anger, and then we were both stunned and looked at each other.

Just before I wanted to get up from the swing chair to make amends, he suddenly covered his beaten shoulder, looked aggrieved and complaining, and said, "You hit me." ”

I was a little dazed by his appearance and looked at him in disbelief. I can't help but wonder if he also crossed over, as a prince, he doesn't have any shelf at all.

He was laughed at the sight of me, a very happy and bright smile, the sun shining through the branches of the tree on his mottled face, as if carefully cut by a knife, set off his face white and delicate, glowing with a warm luster like jade.

I looked at him with some fascination, and I couldn't take my eyes off it for a while, such a day was really happy.

A few days later, the Mid-Autumn Festival arrived, and there were already "moon cakes" in this era, but they called it moon balls, which were simply round cakes filled with sugar sauce with dough.

I tasted one, which was somewhat dry and nowhere near as sweet as our mooncakes. Just in time for King Mu's appetite to be not very good these days, I personally changed the taste for him and made some new mooncakes.

Early in the morning, when I collected the dew for him, I picked a whole basket of morning dew roses in the * garden, and I took it back and boiled it into rose puree, and then served it with rock sugar, crushed peanuts, walnuts, and sesame seeds......

When it came out of the hot oven, I couldn't help but taste a piece, and I immediately sighed, fortunately I tasted it, and I couldn't imagine what his expression would be when he ate it.

I had no problem with the filling, but the dough was bitter, so I had to ask the chef because they made it better than me.

When the mooncake came out of the pot for the fifth time, it finally succeeded! I chewed on the mooncakes that I was satisfied with, and I was so excited that tears were about to fall.

"It's a rose!" King Mu took a bite lightly, his eyes were full of surprise, he looked at me and asked, "How did you come up with it?" ”

I smiled and didn't speak. I'm most afraid that he will ask me about my creative concept, what is there to say, plagiarism.

"Have you eaten?" He picked one up and brought it to my mouth.

I hesitated: "Thank you, Lord Wang." "I had to take it and eat it slowly. Actually, I want to say that I am full after tasting so many failed mooncakes.

But watching him eat the whole plate one after another, I really think it's worth it, this afternoon of non-stop busyness, just at this moment the exhaustion on my body disappeared.

As the saying goes: 100 days to break your muscles and bones. However, King Mu's injuries recovered quite quickly under the careful care of the imperial doctors.

The doctor said that he could basically move slowly, but somehow, he still hurt when he walked on his own, and I usually got out of bed and everything.

On this day, we came back from a walk in the garden, and I helped King Mu to the bedside. He said he was tired and I felt his body getting heavier and heavier.

When I came to the bedside, I was about to help him sit down, but he fell directly at me like a clay sculpture that had not been dried. He muttered, "I don't have the strength, I can't move." ”

I wanted to hold him up, but my body didn't have the strength to support him, not only did I not hold him, but he was crushed on the bed.

The moment we looked at each other, my mind went almost blank, and I heard my own heartbeat like a drumbeat.

He looked me in the eye and said slowly, "I'm sorry, I really don't have the strength anymore." But even when he said this, he didn't mean to get up at all.

It was already embarrassing for me, and my burning cheeks and beating heart made me feel even more embarrassed.

"Lord Wang......" I tried to push him hard, but I didn't push, I continued: "The slave and maid will call people. ”

But he stopped: "Don't call people, how can people see me like this?" ”

"What about ......," I was a little confused: "What then?" Rajah. ”

"Let me rest for a while, regain my strength, and I will get up myself." After he finished speaking, he leaned his head down and rested on my shoulder, and his body was more tightly attached to me.

I clenched my fists nervously, and soon my palms were soaked with sweat.

"Is it heavy?" He snuggled up over my shoulder and spoke, his voice muffled, somewhat low and languid.

As he spoke, his breathing became heavier, and the breath sprayed on my neck like a feather brushing through it, and my mind could not help but drift for a while, and a strange feeling was rampaging through my body.

I struggled to stay awake and barely managed to squeeze out one word: "Heavy!" "I want him to leave quickly, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to control my thoughts, and some evil thoughts are growing wantonly.

He chuckled twice, like the triumphant and suppressed laughter of a boy when he succeeded in his prank. He finally rolled over and collapsed on the bed.

I bounced up from the bed like a spring, tugged at the folded placket of my clothes, and did not dare to look back at him, but said, "The slave will make you tea." ”

As soon as I took two steps, I felt faintly wrong in my heart, I always felt that he was playing tricks on me, just outside playing the piano and enjoying the flowers, he never said that he was tired, how did he see that he was so tired that he fell down.

I didn't continue to go out, but turned back to him and said, "The weather is a little hot, I wonder if the prince wants to drink hot tea or herbal tea?" ”

I was amazed to see that his face was flushed, like a peach blossom tree in April.

what！ He will be embarrassed if he molests me?!

"Then herbal tea." He said lightly, but his eyes kept falling elsewhere intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was dodging my gaze.

"Ah, the prince's face is red, isn't he sick?" I also learned this trick with him, and asked pretending to be concerned.

He subconsciously lowered his head slightly and said, "No, it's too stuffy in the room." Go ahead. ”

"How can the slave and maid go, nothing is more important than the prince's body." As I spoke, I turned back to him, and I reached out and touched his forehead, cheeks, and neck......

If he hadn't held my hand down in time, my hand would have gone to his chest. The expression on his face was a little uncomfortable, and he repeated: "I'm really fine, you go make tea." ”

At this time, his face turned a little redder, and the red like Ning Xia spread all the way to the base of his ears, and his auricles were very light, and every vein was inflated.

I went out to make tea with satisfaction, it turns out that this King Mu still has to deal with it like this! I couldn't have thought of it before.

It's just that I don't know, he always teases me intentionally or unintentionally, why does this mean? Does he like me?

Ahaha, ahaha, ahaha......

I couldn't help but be amused by my own thoughts, he was also a young and promising prince, and he had an attempt on a eunuch, which was a bit unusual.

This time, King Mu seems to know how powerful I am, and he will be normal for the next few days.

Until this night, I was completely asleep, and I was dreaming, and there was a knock on the door of the room, which may have been Nangumo before, but I knew that no matter how bold Nangumo was, she would not dare to leave the East Palace to come to Zhaolu Hall to find me.

I asked who was going to be while putting on my shoes, but the man outside the door didn't answer.

My first reaction was that there was something wrong with King Mu, and I didn't have time to think about it, so I hurriedly went over and opened the door.

However, the moment I opened the door, I was so scared that I almost didn't stand firm.

"Lord Wang?!" He was wearing a white satin shirt with a bamboo shadow and moon, standing in front of my door, smiling.

I looked behind him, but no palace people followed, looked at his legs again, and asked in astonishment, "Lord Wang, is your leg okay?" ”

I was a little confused, because I had to help him walk during the day, and at night he was like he was nothing.

He nodded calmly: "That's right, it's good." ”

As he spoke, he walked past me into the room, lit the candlestick on the table, and the room suddenly became bright.

I looked at his moving legs and was completely dumbfounded. I can't figure out when his leg was good, and I've been holding a healthy person in and out these days, thinking about how idiotic I really am.

"I wanted to surprise you, but I didn't expect you to surprise me even more." He sat down in a chair and looked at me.

I was still in the depression of being deceived, and I only asked perfunctorily about his words: "What surprise can the slave maid give you?" ”

"I'm lucky enough to see you at this time." He said with a smile, his eyes looking at me from top to bottom.

His words were like a thunderclap that exploded in my heart. I instinctively glanced at the bronze mirror next to me.

The person in the mirror is not what I am used to, she took off her eunuch uniform, only wore a snow-white obscene clothes, her slender waist loomed, her long hair like ink was scattered over her shoulders, her face was like congealed cream, beautiful and vulgar, but her expression was not quite right, it was a kind of panic.

I didn't know the bottom of my heart, and said with a wry smile: "The prince said that he laughed, the slave ......."

"What is this......" he asked, picking up a long white cloth from my bedside and looking at me.

I was dumbfounded, that's what I used to wrap my chest.