Peach Blossom has been serving by Xiao Mingyou's side, she has never done rough work, and she was so smoked that tears flowed, and it took a long time to boil the water.

When making tea, she accidentally burned her hand, screamed in pain, and walked out of the kitchen and said to Hua Rong: "The tea has been brewed, but my hand is burned, you can serve it." ”

Peach Blossom's hand was not lightly burned, there was a string of burning bubbles on the back of the hand, Hua Rong had been burned, knew how much it hurt, took a look at it and asked, "Did you wash it with cold water?" Do you want to see a doctor? ”

Hua Rong's concern made Peach Blossom frown, and she said in her words: "Miss Xie cares, but those who are slaves are all cheap, how can they alarm the imperial doctor with such a good medicine." ”

Hua Rong is also a minion, and Peach Blossom scolded her around the corner.

Hua Rong was not angry, and echoed: "What the girl said is true." ”

After serving tea, the two returned to the Zen monastery together.

In the house, Jiang Yunyu and Xiao Mingyou sat separately at a distance, and there was no intimate action.

Seeing that it was Hua Rong's tea, Xiao Ming scolded Peach Blossom unhappily: "Didn't you ask you to help, why did you come back empty-handed?" ”

Peach Blossom immediately knelt down: "Back to the princess, this tea is indeed brewed by the slave maid making fire and boiling water, but the slave maid accidentally burned her hand when making tea, so she let the flower girl serve it." ”

Peach Blossom said and glanced at Hua Rong quickly.

It's like asking Huarong to tell the truth, and it's like looking at Huarong's face, hiding hidden feelings.

Peach Blossom had ash on her face and clothes, and it could be seen that she had indeed entered the kitchen.

Xiao Mingyou asked Peach Blossom to roll up her sleeves, and after seeing the string of bubbles on her hand, her anger turned into distress: "Why is it so hot?" ”

Peach Blossom whispered, "The slave is too anxious. ”

Xiao Mingyou pulled the peach blossom up, looked at Hua Rong and asked, "Has Miss Hua Rong been burned?" ”

"Princess Xie cares, the slave maid is injured, and the peach blossom girl let the slave and maid rest on the side, far away, so she has not been burned."

Hua Rong looked calm, calmly poured two cups of tea and cooled it.

At this time, Peach Blossom said with a crying voice: "Maybe it's the will of heaven, Third Young Master Jiang originally wanted to chop off one of the slave's hand, and it was the slave's maid who was burned today." ”

These words connect two unrelated things, although there is no mention of Hua Rong, but every word alludes to Hua Rong's resentment and suspicion of deliberate revenge.

"Peach blossom, don't talk nonsense!"

Xiao Mingyou scolded Peach Blossom like the previous times, and then said goodbye to Jiang Yunhua and pulled Peach Blossom back to take medicine.

The room fell silent, and Hua Rong looked at the hot air rising from the teacup in a daze.

After a while, Hua Rong heard Jiang Yunhua call her: "Come here." ”

Hua Rong walked over, Jiang Yunhua asked her to sit on her lap, took her hand and kneaded and played.

"Tell me what you want directly, I don't like to guess, and I don't like my people to make claims, understand?"

Jiang Yunhua didn't mean to punish Hua Rong, but obviously, he decided that she was dissatisfied and deliberately burned Peach Blossom.

Hua Rong's eyelashes trembled, as if she was frightened, and said in a low voice, "The slave understands." ”

After sitting for a while, Jiang Yunqi went out and went to the main hall.

Xiao Mingyou contacted the pilgrims who were trapped in the temple this time, and prepared to donate sesame oil money to rebuild the relics pagoda, and then re-gild the Buddha statues in the temple.

After the counting, the temple prepared a meal to thank you, and Jiang Yunhua also accompanied the meal.

During the banquet, people kept sending things to Xiao Mingyou, these days everyone was crowded in the hall due to the damage to the house, Xiao Mingyou helped a lot of people, in order to leave the medicine for those who needed it more, and also delayed her leg injury, everyone praised her.

Xiao Mingyou couldn't refuse, so she had to accept them all.

After the meal, Xiao Mingyou took all those things to Jiang Yunyu: "It's useless to leave these things with me, it's better to use them to repair the temple, I remember who sent them, go back and write them down in the booklet, and I'll give you the booklet tomorrow." ”

Jiang Yunhua was a little dissatisfied: "The things given to you are yours, and you still have to remember them on others?" ”

"Fame and fortune are all things outside the body, and I am alone now, why should I covet these empty things."

Xiao Mingyou doesn't care, there is a kind of transcendent ease.

She was born beautiful, but her eyebrows and eyes are always cold, since the death of King Qi, she has added some sorrow, this time the moonlight is as cool as a veil, she looks up at the moon, and her whole body is shrouded in a moist light, as if she is about to feather and ascend to the immortal.

Jiang Yunyu's heart tightened, Xiao Mingyou suddenly turned around, and the eyes of the two met unexpectedly.

Xiao Mingyou's eyes flashed with panic, and he hurriedly retreated, and said hurriedly: "It's not early, it's time to go back and rest." ”

Xiao Mingyou turned around to leave, remembered something and stopped, and said apologetically: "Peach Blossom always speaks without proportion, don't take what she says to heart during the day, Miss Huarong is also a hard-working person, you have to treat her well." ”

Xiao Mingyou finished speaking and left.

Her leg injury is not healed, she is not walking fast, she is still limping, and her back looks stubborn and desolate.

After half a burnt incense, Jiang Yunqi returned to the room.

In the room, Hua Rong was practicing calligraphy, she was reluctant to use paper and ink, and only used a brush dipped in water to write on the table.

Seeing Jiang Yunhua coming back, he immediately put down his pen and looked up with a smile: "The young master is back." ”

Xiao Mingyou's figure still lingered in Jiang Yunyu's mind, contrasting with Hua Rong's smiling eyebrows, Jiang Yunyu glanced at Hua Rong coldly, and asked, "Are you very happy?" ”

His tone was obviously not good, Hua Rong was stunned for a moment, and asked with a restrained smile: "Did the slave do something wrong?" ”

Hua Rong asked cautiously, Jiang Yunhua frowned, and said coldly: "Don't always look pitiful, and no one bullies you." ”

His anger came inexplicably, Hua Rong didn't know what to say for a while, he was at a loss, and walked into the house with a porcelain bottle in the wind: "Young master, the abbot sent someone to send a bottle of scalding medicine, but I want to send it to Princess Qi's maidservant." ”

Jiang Yunqi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Hua Rong dangerously: "It's not you who burned her, why are you asking for medicine?" ”

Jiang Yunhua had already decided in her heart that it was the peach blossom that Hua Rong deliberately burned, and now she felt that it was the medicine she asked for because of her weak heart.

After knowing each other for so long, it was the first time that Jiang Yunhua was so fierce to Hua Rong, and Hua Rong trembled uncontrollably.

Sui Feng hurriedly said: "The young master misunderstood, the medicine was not asked for by Miss Huarong, it was the monk who carried the water in the kitchen who saw someone burned, but he only recognized Miss Huarong, so he sent the medicine here." ”

"What he saw with his own eyes?"

Jiang Yunhua glared at Sui Feng, who realized that the matter was very important, and hurriedly told the details he knew.

The monk didn't see how Peach Blossom burned herself, but he saw that Hua Rong had been sitting outside the kitchen, and he was sure that Peach Blossom had nothing to do with Hua Rong's scalds.

Jiang Yunhua: "......"