Xie Shuangge was so proud that she forgot that she was originally going to give her purse to Chu Wuxian, she only remembered it after taking off her clothes and lying on the bed, she instinctively sat up, but after looking at the dark sky outside, she still lay back.

Forget it, it's the same to give it tomorrow.

She had a good night's sleep, and when she woke up the next day, she went to the kitchen, and she remembered the soup she was thinking about last night, so she asked the cook, "Can you make quail soup with Yuzhu lilie?" Can this soup be drunk by such an injured person? ”

The cook was a fat man with dark and red skin, and when he heard this, he immediately laughed heartily, "The princess looks down on the small, doesn't she?" The small one can do anything, isn't it Yuzhu Lily Quail Soup? The small ones will also make Ejiao red dates and black chicken soup, yam and poria cocos pigeon soup, yellow essence and wolfberry oxtail soup, Siwu soup, Bazhen soup, Shiquan tonic soup ......"

Seeing that the more he spoke, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help but report the name of the dish to her, Xie Shuangge hurriedly interrupted him: "Okay, okay, I know you will, but I still want Yuzhu Lily Quail Soup." ”

The cook said regretfully, "Ah...... This is not difficult, Lord Chu can also drink it with an injury, and it is also good for his head. ”

These words can be regarded as poking at Xie Shuangge's itch, her eyes lit up, and she clapped and said, "That's it!" With less oil and less salt, it was cooked and sent directly to the west wing. ”

"Okay!" The cook responded excitedly, and Xie Shuangge left satisfied.

She went back to her room, took out her purse and looked at it carefully, and suddenly her heart was bottomless.

"I thought the embroidery was okay before, why do you look so ugly now? Will Chu Wuxian dislike it? ”

She rubbed the plum blossoms embroidered on her purse, and her willow eyebrows frowned.

After a while, she tugged at her purse again and said uncertainly, "It's not so ugly when you look at it this way...... Chu Wuxian shouldn't laugh at me. ”

"No, why should I care if he dislikes him or not? It was he and I wanted, he didn't like it, just pay me back, I use it myself. ”

Xie Shuangge cheered himself up, put on his purse and walked out with high spirits.

One foot stepped out of the threshold, and suddenly the other turned and walked back.

The movement is called a smooth and neat, without hesitation and pause.

Qinglan and Qinghe guarding the door: "? ”

Are you deliberately trying to shake us up?

Walking back to the couch and sitting down, Xie Shuangge couldn't help but gnaw his nails twice, "He hasn't mentioned the purse since he came back, did he forget?" Then I will send it now, doesn't it seem that I am in a hurry? ”

The princess's golden self-esteem is troubled, and her feet can't go out.

After just being stunned for a while, she suddenly remembered that Chu Wuxian had asked her to write a note before.

"Yes, note!"

Xie Shuangge called Qinghe: "Go get pen and ink, I want to write something." ”

"Yes."

A quarter of an hour later, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were placed on the table of the Eight Immortals, and Qing He even polished the ink for Xie Shuangge, looking at her expectantly, "Does the princess want to practice calligraphy?" ”

Xie Shuangge said with a deep face: "Well, I suddenly feel that my words are too ugly, and I really have to practice." ”

"The slave is here to serve the princess."

Qing He said and went to pour tea for Xie Shuangge.

Xie Shuangge's eyes widened slightly, how can it be done? How could she write those things so that the maid could see them, and when she spread them, wouldn't her majesty be gone?

It's long gone, right......

But now she wants to save it.

"You don't need to serve, practice calligraphy and pay attention to a quiet concentration, you can't write it when you watch me here, you go down, you don't have to come in without my orders."

Qing He was stunned for a moment, but when she looked at Xie Shuangge's serious eyes, she felt that this was the reason, and she was relieved to owe herself, "Yes." ”

"Hmm." Xie Shuangge's majestic head.

Watching Qing He go out without squinting, and waiting for the figure to disappear at the door, Xie Shuangge immediately looked out, and made sure that they didn't look this way, she hurriedly picked up the scissors on the side and cut the paper into a narrow strip.

"Write something?"

Xie Shuangge thought about picking a sentence from the Book of Poetry or the Word Fu, but after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of a suitable one.

"Why is it so hard?" Xie Shuangge held the brush and drew on the paper on the side irritably, and caught a glimpse of the sword on the side.

Xie Shuangge was stunned, this was the Shang Fang sword that his uncle gave to Chu Wuxie, and he handed it over to her for safekeeping after he came back.

"Sword ...... Sword...... Embroidered spring knife! ”

With a flash of inspiration, Xie Shuangge pondered for a moment, and his mind gradually became clearer.

She pursed her lips, pinched her sleeve with one hand, and wrote quickly with the other, all in one go.

When she finished writing, she picked it up and blew it gently, and when the ink on it dried, she folded it up and put it in her purse.

She pinched her purse and exhaled slowly, "It's always okay this time, right?" ”

……

West Wing.

"The shallower wounds heal very well, and there should be no problem with two more doses."

Xin Wu checked the injuries on Chu Wuxie's body, and his eyes showed a look of relief, "The more serious places are no longer bleeding recently, and they are slowly healing, as long as the master pays attention not to pull it, it doesn't matter, you can get up and move appropriately, but be careful not to be too violent, not too urgent, walking, sitting and lying should be gentle." ”

Chu Wuxian let Xin Xing and Xin Lu help him with medicine and bandage, sat on the bed topless, and nodded while listening, "It's hard." ”

Xin Wu sorted out his medicine box, and his voice was flat: "The subordinates are not afraid of hard work, but they don't want to work hard, and the master still has to take care of his body more in the future." ”

Chu Wuxian didn't speak, he couldn't guarantee this.

If he can't guarantee it, he usually doesn't say it. Xin Wu also knew his temperament, and he didn't say anything when he saw him like this.

"Hail the princess! Years old Jianing! ”

Outside, Chang Yan shouted again.

Xin Lu quipped: "It's okay now, there is one more door god, every time the princess comes, she doesn't need to be notified by her subordinates, and she doesn't need to ask who is coming." ”

Chu Wuxian laughed and whispered, "Hurry up, don't let the princess see it." ”

"Why?" Xin Lu blinked ambiguously, "Wouldn't it be more beneficial to let the princess see these injuries on her master's body, and the princess will feel distressed?" ”

Chu Wuxian shook his head, "I don't want her to worry." ”

Xinlu: "......"

Look at his mouth.

Xin Wuliang glanced at him coldly: "I still don't understand anything, so I want to give my master a trick." ”

Xin Lu snorted and ignored her.

"Everybody's here." Xie Shuangge came in and was shocked to see so many people.

She wanted to secretly send something, but in front of so many pairs of eyes, she couldn't do it!

Xin Wuxiao didn't know about her plan, so Xin Xing picked up the coat on the side and put it on for Chu Wuxian, covering the white chest.

Chu Wuxian asked while tying the belt, "Why did the princess come here at this hour?" ”

Xie Shuangge helped the step on his bun, "If you have nothing to do, just walk around." ”

"Just got to the minister?" Chu Wuxian looked at her with a smile, "Nachen hopes that the princess will go more." ”

Xie Shuang singer paused, and started again!

This dog man doesn't say these rhetorical words for a day, he feels bad, doesn't he?

It's suffocating

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