Mu Xiang's face turned pale, as if she also felt the pain, she gritted her teeth, but the hand holding Ruan Yuyi's arm was cautious.

Ruan Yuyi knew that she was worried again, so she said in a relaxed tone as much as possible, "How do you see how this injury is handled?" Or is it the medicine given by the prince himself? She silently withdrew her hand.

Mu Xiang pursed her lips and said nothing, took her dress, and only changed her clothes by herself. Such an injury is not as good as what can be caused by a bump, although I don't know the reason, but if it is injured, it is injured, there are so many people around King Yu, it is impossible to protect a woman.

Their young lady is not a troublemaker, she has always been very well-behaved, and it is because of this that she listened to Mrs. Ruan's words and went north to pay respects together, never thinking that Mrs. Ruan had the intention of marrying her far away.

Such a little lady, but the prince is willing to let her hurt like this, whether she can't protect it, or she doesn't want to protect it, who can say.

I'm afraid that Miss will follow this prince in the future, and he won't be willing to help Miss.

When Ruan Yuyi and Mu Xiang returned to the courtyard, the sky was bright, and no one was awake. Therefore, they went back to the wing room very smoothly, pretending to be awake.

Ruan Yuyi's sleeves are wide, but she can't see the injury on her arm, but it is inevitably inconvenient to move, and the loss is on the left side, otherwise I am afraid that when I pick up the pen and copy the scriptures, I will feel pain.

Mu Xiang brought water and freshened up for her. When changing the dressing for her, she opened the white silk and found that the blood inside had actually stopped, and the coagulated blood was stained on the wound, and the wound was smooth, which was undoubtedly a sharp blade.

How can a good temple room be sharp?

Mu Xiang squeezed the blood-stained white silk hand for a moment, knowing in her heart that this matter was not something she could ask about.

There is still more than an hour before breakfast is prepared in the temple, but there is no need to eat so late in Chengfu. She was worried that the young lady would not be able to stand the hunger, so she went to cook a bowl of yam porridge, and asked the rest to be sent to the other wings.

"Miss," Mu Xiang held the bowl and didn't let her take it, "It's better to let the slave feed you porridge, but don't get involved in the injury." ”

When Ruan Yuyi heard this, she couldn't help laughing and said, "Okay, don't be nervous." Do you think it's my hand that hurts that side? "It's that serious, and it's not like she's hurt both hands.

Mu Xiang hesitated, and then reluctantly pushed the bowl to her.

Ruan Yuyi scooped a spoonful, this yam and porridge are soft and rotten, salty and fragrant in the mouth, I didn't have much appetite when I got up so early, and now I can't stand using a few more mouthfuls.

While eating, the maid outside came to report, saying that the lady advocated that the eldest princess would go home after she woke up. After listening carefully, it turned out that Master Cheng had come back from business, and Cheng Zhu couldn't stay any longer.

It's just that Zhaorong didn't wake up so early, and it wasn't until the sun hung high and the white walls and tiles were bright that she walked out dressed neatly.

The bowl of yam porridge in the morning was very much related to her appetite, so she casually asked, "Where did you get that yam porridge this morning?" ”

Mu Xiang didn't want to respond, but she felt that someone touched her hand, and she understood, so she had to take a step forward and answer, "Back to Your Highness, it was the slave who made it." ”

Even if she doesn't deal with Zhaorong very well, the identity of the other party is there, and it is not good for her words to fall to the ground. Besides, if she really knew it, where could she hide it.

But a bowl of porridge, if Zhaorong really likes it, it's a big deal to let Mu Xiang teach her maid how to do it.

There was a slight surprise in Zhaorong's eyes, and he looked her up and down, and it was difficult to express his appreciation.

Seeing this, Cheng Xingqiu also agreed, "It is indeed a good craft, and the people in the house are afraid that they will not be able to make such a taste." ”

Mu Xiang thanked him, and his voice was neither salty nor light.

After that, Cheng Zhu casually asked about Zhao Rong's body, and the two of them chatted one by one. Ruan Yuyi took a sip of tea from time to time, staring at the cup intently, not knowing what she was thinking.

When she had half a cup of tea, a servant came to report, saying that the carriage was ready, and asked a few people to move.

Descending the mountain is easier than coming up, and when you reach the bottom of the mountain, you can rest directly on the carriage. Originally, the group still planned to sit as they came, and Zhaorong suddenly proposed to be with Cheng Xingqiu. Cheng Zhu was happy to see them get along more, so he responded.

Although Ruan Yuyi was noisy with Cheng Rui here, because Cheng Zhu wanted to manage him and make an appointment with him, he didn't have time to beat her, but asked her to pick up a quiet place.

When the group returned to Cheng's Mansion, it was close to noon, and the little servants who were waiting at the gate early hurriedly stepped forward, saluted one by one, and led them to the main hall.

Sitting at the top of the place, the corners of his lips drooped slightly, and he was full of seriousness, it was Master Cheng. He has been busy with business in recent days and has not been home for a long time, and when Cheng Zhu saw it, he couldn't help but speed up his steps.

She stepped forward and said, "Master, when did you come back?" She was close to her, but Master Cheng had always only respected her as a guest, never responded much, and now he just nodded and motioned for her to sit aside.

Master Cheng received the courtesy from the junior, and Fang replied, "I arrived last night." ”

Ever since a few people walked in, his eyes had been on the eldest son who had come back from the dead. I heard earlier that the eldest son was fine, but now that he really saw someone, Master Cheng's expression couldn't help but soften.

He beckoned Cheng Xingqiu to come closer, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "It's back." For my father, I really can't take time to come back to see you these days, Qiu'er must not blame my father. ”

The father in his impression was all with a straight face, and seeing him like this, Cheng Xingqiu was also slightly sour in his heart, and knocked deeply, "It's the child's unfilial piety that makes my father worried." Now that he has returned, he has let the child serve with all his heart and pay for the days he has left. ”

In the past, he was forced to endorse and scolding the palms of his hands all appeared in front of his eyes, and at that time, I really didn't know how many bamboo sticks were broken. When he was young, he also resented his father and envied his younger brother for not doing anything. When I got older, I gradually understood that his fame was forced out by Master Cheng.

He raised his eyes and saw that his father was really a lot older, and his black hair was also mixed with silver, and his heart was compared with Zhu's actions in the previous days, and he seemed to have an outlet for the grievances he suffered that day, and his eyes were hot.

"Alright, stop kneeling, get up." Master Cheng reached out to help him.

Cheng Xingqiu couldn't get up with his strength alone, seeing this, he hurriedly stood up and brushed the dust on the hem of his clothes.

Master Cheng's eyes turned slightly, falling on Ruan Yuyi, who was wearing a light purple and dark satin skirt, and then said softly, "I have suffered you in the past year, if there is any shortage, just let it go." ”

This daughter-in-law has always been docile and respectful, but after getting Qiu'er's bad news, she has been wearing plain clothes and neglecting to dress up. Now it seems that because Qiu'er is by her side, her mood is much brighter.

The two of them were widowed as soon as they passed the door, he always felt sorry for her in his heart, and hinted that she could remarry someone else, but his Cheng family would never stop her, but she insisted on keeping the festival. Now that the matter has passed, there is no need to mention this matter again.

Ruan Yuyi bowed her head and thanked softly. She hung her head, and she could see the figures of others from the afterglow, and it was rare for her to gather in the main room in the hall, but she only felt that she was separated from this family, watching them greet each other, watching father and son get together, but there was no ripple in her heart.

Master Cheng was about to say something more, but he heard Zhaorong raise his voice:

"I think this is Master Cheng. I heard it from Xingqiu's mouth, but I didn't have a chance to meet. ”