After this experience, Fang Linyuan thought that he had some friendship with the painting-like Ninth Highness.

After all, even his own brother hadn't copied a book for him!

Fang Linyuan was well versed in the Zhi'en Tu report, and when he went home that day, he found out the good injury medicine that his father had left at home, and the next day, he slipped in front of Zhao Pu before the equestrian class.

"Here's for you!" He handed over a small, quaint-looking porcelain vase.

Seeing that His Royal Highness Jiu, who was sitting there, raised his head to look at him, the surrounding palace maids were also worried for a while, and they wanted to stop it, and they didn't dare to step forward because they were afraid of Zhao Pu.

"It's a wound medicine, and after using it, it can relieve the pain, and the skin and flesh will recover much faster." Fang Linyuan didn't notice the jealous scrutiny of the palace people around him, and explained honestly.

I saw that the Fifth Highness was silent, only raised his hand lightly, and it was a wave of retreat.

"Eh......"

Fang Linyuan only thought that this action was for himself, and took two steps back in a daze.

Then I saw that there was no one around.

He looked around in surprise, and saw that the silent Fifth Highness had lowered his head and untied the gauze on his hand.

He's going to use the medicine he gave!

Fang Linyuan was extremely excited, and immediately stepped forward and sat down next to His Highness Five.

"Your Highness, rest assured, this medicine is easy to use, my father left me a lot, and I used it after the bump......"

As he spoke, he opened the medicine bottle as if offering a treasure.

After a moment, he noticed that the Fifth Highness was silently looking at him.

After a short look at each other, Fang Linyuan noticed that he was next to Zhao Pu.

He smiled sheepishly and moved to the side.

Seeing that Zhao Pu still didn't speak, he lowered his eyes and ripped off the gauze on his hand.

The wound there had begun to scab over, but the red patch was still particularly white in that hand, with only the slight calluses left by the pen and the sword.

Fang Linyuan didn't know how to medicate that hand for a while.

He stiffened his head and clumsily opened the vial, carefully spilling it over the wound......

With a shake of his hand, a large amount of medicinal powder fell on Zhao Pu's hand.

Fang Linyuan: .......

His son Fang is wise and wise, and he has never lost such a big ugliness!!

He looked at the embarrassment in Zhao Pu's hand in embarrassment, and after a moment, he mustered up the courage and glanced up at Zhao Pu......

I saw Zhao Pu smiling.

The frost-like Fifth Highness raised his eyes to look at him, and a smile bloomed for the first time in his eyebrows, like a cold plum shaking off the frost and snow.

In Fang Linyuan's astonishment, he wrapped the gauze with one hand and neatly tied a knot on the back of his hand.

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Fang Linyuan didn't know, Dou Qingyi turned his head and knew about it.

The palace maid who followed Zhao Pu reported to her worriedly, saying that the second son of An Guogong didn't know what to bring to the Fifth Highness, and the Fifth Highness told them to retreat, so they didn't dare to ask.

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sp; At that moment, Dou Qingyi was looking at the folds in front of the dragon case, and the noble concubine Su Yunshuang, who had become more and more idle over the years, was sitting under the window behind the screen, flipping over a pile of scrolls.

She is now the most comfortable rich idler in the palace.

In the past, when the emperor was there, she had a particularly close relationship with the emperor, and everyone knew about it. Later, the emperor ascended the throne, and the concubines next to him were all raised in the harem, but she was still no different from before, but because she had no opponents, she became more and more flamboyant.

So much so that the emperor's imperial study was in and out with her, and occasionally she received the holy decree of the provincial relatives, and she could go home to live for a while.

Hearing the palace maid say this, Dou Qingyi didn't worry at all, but raised her eyes, and there was a rare look of interest between her eyebrows.

Su Yunshuang, who was not far away, also poked his head out when he heard this.

"How did Pu'er and that boy play?" She said. "This is strange, this kid has always been a loner, and I have never seen anyone who has a good relationship."

The palace maid wanted to speak and stopped: "However, the slaves and maids are just worried. If the second prince of Fang brought medicinal herbs and diet and injured His Highness's body, how could it be good......

"Don't worry about this, I told you not to raise him so expensive." I only heard Dou Qingyi say.

"This ......" the palace maid was still a little hesitant.

"I've seen that kid, he's a little more lively, but he's been brought up well, and he won't be ignorant." Dou Qingyi continued. "Let them play, and don't tell me about it."

When the palace maid heard this, she didn't dare to say anything more.

"Yes, slave and maid."

When the palace maid retreated, Su Yunshuang held the two scrolls and came to Dou Qingyi's dragon case.

"Your Majesty is not worried?" She asked curiously.

"Worried about what?"

"Children know how important they are, and they will inevitably bump into them." Su Yunshuang reminded her.

Hearing this, Dou Qingyi laughed and looked up at her.

"Be careful in everything, and you will develop a warm house flower. He is already a big child, and it is up to him to make friends, so he doesn't have to worry so much. His eyes fell on Su Yunshuang's hand, and Dou Qingyi was slightly stunned.

"What are you doing with this?"

The picture scroll in her hand was specially sent to the palace after being selected by the Department of Internal Affairs.

The paintings above are all the sons of good families and nobles who have been selected layer by layer, in order to prevent the emperor's harem from being empty, empty, and unorthodox.

Dou Qingyi felt that pregnancy and childbirth were cumbersome, and it was enough to have a child with Zhao Xuan under her knees. However, the previous dynasty always took this advice, and many people had the idea of sending their families to the Son of Heaven.

It's just a trivial matter to think about, and in order to save trouble, Dou Qingyi agreed.

I saw Su Yunshuang look at the two scrolls of paintings in her arms, her eyebrows and eyes smiled, and she was charming and bright in an instant.

"The picture scroll sent by the Department of Internal Affairs, I think these sons are all good, and they must be lively when they are filled into the harem."

As she spoke, she placed the scroll on Dou Qingyi's desk and winked at her.

"I especially like these two, so it's better to be gracious to the saint and give them to my sister." Please keep in mind that the URL mobile version n. ，