Gu Jinzhao looked at the medicine bottle that suddenly appeared, and when she lifted the bed curtain, the black shadow had disappeared.

When the porcelain bottle was opened, a strong medicinal fragrance wafted out from it.

It is a pill that can quickly heal the wound Jin Gui, and this pill is very rare. There are about a dozen of them here, which is a big deal.

She pursed her lips and pondered for a moment, before finally pouring one out of the porcelain vase and taking it.

The effect of the medicine worked quickly, the pain in her arm disappeared, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Yuqi and Si Hua came in to serve her to wash.

"Girl, the slave will change the medicine for you first."

Marsh took the gauze off her arm, the wound had healed and grown into pink new flesh, and it was too fast to recover?

"Girl, your injuries have healed......"

Gu Jinzhao glanced at it, and sure enough, it was already well. It is worthy of the hard-to-find golden cinnamon, this effect is too good.

She put on her dress with a faint expression without the slightest surprise. He handed the white porcelain vase to Si Hua and commanded.

"Put it away."

Si Hua caught the porcelain vase and glanced at Yuqi. Neither of them asked any more questions, and waited for her to wash up and eat and then go to light the lantern together.

Aunt Nan was already waiting for her at the Changming Lamp, and when she saw Gu Jinzhao in a white dress appear, a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes.

With such bright and dazzling facial features, wearing such a plain dress, there is no discomfort in the slightest, but it adds a bit of cold atmosphere, making her more attractive.

"Aunt Nan."

Gu Jinzhao nodded at her, and then came to an old monk.

When everything was finished, Gu Jinzhao knelt on the futon, closed his eyes slightly, and silently prayed for the first lady in his heart.

Half an hour later, Aunt Nan left first, and only Gu Jinzhao was left in the hall.

She slowly opened her eyes, her lips pursing slightly.

Regardless of whether she is the real daughter of the Jing'an Hou Mansion or not, she has already treated her as her biological mother in her heart, especially her grandfather's family, if they know the truth in the future and are willing to recognize her, she will honor them well and take care of the real daughter.

Lu Yanshuo stood not far from the hall, looking at the slender back kneeling on the futon. His fingertips twisted the jade pendant around his waist, and the dark color of his eyes surged.

In such a pure place as a Buddhist temple, he still dreamed of those beautiful dreams last night.

He had to wonder if Gu Jinzhao had given him some Gu?

But this conjecture was quickly rejected by him, and she didn't have that ability to play tricks on him at all.

"Your Highness, Mr. Wu is here."

Hearing Chen Yue's words, Lu Yanshuo retracted his gaze, turned around and left with someone.

Listening to the footsteps in the distance, Gu Jinzhao's tense nerves relaxed. The prince's big Buddha can be regarded as gone.

She was about to get up because she had been kneeling for too long, when a tingling pain came from her knee, and she almost fell down if she didn't stand still.

"Miss Gu, are you okay?"

Someone supported her from behind, and her warm voice made people feel like a spring breeze.

Gu Jinzhao looked sideways at the person holding him, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. Reacted randomly, and immediately stood up straight and saluted.

"The courtiers have seen King Cheng, just thank you."

"Miss Gu is polite, but it's just a gesture."

Gu Jinzhao looked at King Cheng, who was gentle and elegant in front of him, and took a step back to distance himself.

"Is the prince here to find His Royal Highness the Prince?" Seeing that the other party nodded, Gu Jinzhao hurriedly spoke: "Then the courtier will not delay the prince's time, and leave first." ”

After saying that, he left in a hurry, as if there was some bad guy chasing after him.

Looking at the back of An hurriedly leaving, the corners of King Cheng's mouth still hung with a gentle arc, but there was a cold glow in his eyes.