The Way of the Consort

Zongzhen thought that Ji Zhao's stomach was spoiled by eating with him. After all, it was so hot and he ate so many iced things. In fact, after Ji Zhao left, he began to regret and blame himself. He shouldn't have prepared so much for Ji Zhao. Eat, let alone stop it early.

As a result, Coke whispered: "When the son-in-law was picking loquat leaves for you, his hand was scratched by a branch... there was a cut... a lot of blood oozes out."

"how long……"

Coke stretched out his arm and gestured to the prince, "It's about this long..."

Almost half the length of a pen!

Zong Zhen lowered his face and scolded: "Trash..."

Coke was so frightened that he immediately "thumped" and knelt down, and Cheng Shen and the others also knelt down immediately.

When Zong Zhen looked at the basket full of leaves again, it was extremely annoying. He frowned and remained silent for a long time before asking again: "How deep is the wound?"

"Returning to Your Highness, the doctor said that the wound was several inches deep, and he also told the son-in-law not to touch the water these days, otherwise scars will be left..."

Zong Zhen took a deep breath, and then asked, "Does the son-in-law hurt?"

"When I was just scratched, the son-in-law cried out in pain—" Coke said here, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw His Highness's hands on his knees clenched into fists, and he didn't dare to say any more.

"Continue talking..." Zong Zhen said in a deep voice.

"Perhaps it was because we were worried that we were worried. After the doctor came, he comforted us, saying that it didn't hurt at all, and that there was nothing wrong with scars... But Your Highness, the son-in-law's arm is so white that it looks like the flawless jade. A wound, we all feel distressed when we look at it."

Zong Zhen gritted his back teeth: "What do you need all these people to eat? Can't even protect one person?"

"The little one is guilty..." Coke kowtowed, not daring to raise his head again.

"Why didn't you say it all the time?"

Coke whispered: "My son-in-law doesn't allow us to say..."

Zong Zhen inhaled again, and just about to ask Cheng Shen to get the medicine, another thought came to his mind, and he lowered his voice: "Don't tell the son-in-law anything, just get out."

"Yes!" Coke rolled away immediately, and trembling out of the gate of the East Palace, it was a little better, and it scared him to death!

After Coke left, Zong Zhen asked someone to call Doctor Luo, and Zong Zhen said directly: "Lord Luo, I took another dose of medicine in the afternoon, and my cough seems to be better, and my voice has become much clearer, as you can see, Will I commit another crime today? If I take another dose of medicine, will I still cough at night?"

Physician Luo came forward to feel his pulse and told him to open his mouth to Xiang Guang, and looked inside his throat. After carefully looking up, down, left, and right, Physician Luo said: "Your Highness's cough is about to heal soon. Well, it's because of the cold today that it happened again. I took the medicine in the afternoon, and it's gone. I just saw that His Highness's throat is not as red and swollen as it was in the afternoon. If you take another medicine, it will be gone in the evening If you cough again, His Highness can sleep well."

Zongzhen was relieved now, doctor Luo glanced at the loquat leaves on the table, His Highness doesn't like to use those strange things, otherwise he would have fried them for His Highness to drink, and said: "Drink the loquat leaves with water , the effect is also very good.”

Zong Zhen waved his hand and said, "Lord Luo find some loquat leaf decoction to use, and the medicine should be decocted as well."

"Yes……"

Zong Zhen drank three bowls of water boiled with loquat leaves. Even though the taste was strange, he drank it all down and took the medicine. Doctor Luo waited in the East Palace, checking his throat every quarter of an hour.

At the end of Youshi, it was completely dark, and a row of candles were lit on the table. Doctor Luo took a closer look at his throat, and it was much better than in the afternoon. Zong Zhen cleared his throat, spoke, and asked Baoqing: "Is it the same as in the morning?"

Bao Qing shook his head: "It doesn't look like it at all."

Doctor Luo wondered what the problem was, but he also said, "Don't worry, Your Highness, your voice at this time is much clearer than it was in the afternoon."

Zong Zhen let out a breath, then he was relieved.

After Doctor Luo left, Zong Zhen changed into his regular clothes, packed a carriage, got into another carriage, and left the palace.

When changing clothes, Zong Zhen hesitated for a moment, but he still put on the silver-white gown. Everyone was ready to go out. Thinking of Ji Zhao's words that day, he came back again. After all, he changed into a snow-blue one.

The gold nest and the silver nest are not as good as his dog's nest. Ji Zhao likes Zhuangzi on the mountain, but in fact, the Pingyang Hou Mansion in the city is not bad at all. In short, it is a place he is used to, and he likes it all.He took another dose of medicine after the meal, the medicine was extremely bitter, and Dr. Pianbai insisted on taking it, saying that he was afraid that his wound would be infected.

If he didn't drink, Chen Xing would cry, Yin Ming knelt down in front of him and couldn't afford it, he had no choice but to drink.

He's not a girl, and he doesn't like beauty, so what if there are some scars on his arms?After taking the medicine, he had no appetite at all, and the dinner was almost useless, he couldn’t eat any more, he felt like throwing up after eating, so he made all kinds of snacks in the kitchen, arranged them on the small table, and Chen Xing even brought them Lots of preserves.

Ji Zhao thought it was annoying for a group of them to look at him sadly and reproachfully, so he told them all to get down, and he leaned on the couch to read a book.

He only wore a blue long gown, the left sleeve was half folded, revealing a long wound, which was smeared with medicine, and it was cold. He was holding a book in his right hand, and his body was half tilted on the low table.He was reading Xiaoyaozi's new book. Yes, after more than half a year, his idol Xiaoyaozi finally published a new book!It turns out that Xiaoyaozi has been traveling again in the past half a year, and this time he wrote a new report, which also mentioned Jiangling Mansion.

This new book was printed and distributed in Jiangling Mansion, and my grandfather knew that he liked it, so he hurriedly got it back for him.

Ji Zhao had also been to Jiangling Mansion before, and was very excited when he saw it.

It’s just that the Jiangling Mansion in Xiaoyaozi’s eyes is not the same as his at all. Xiaoyaozi only goes to the corners. He has never been there. Even if he eats outside, he has entered the most expensive and famous Yellow Crane Tower in Jiangling Mansion. However, Xiaoyaozi would go to the nameless alley to eat a bowl of noodles for ten cents.

Ji Zhao looked at it, envious, and laughed out loud at the same time, and was also greedy for the food described by Xiaoyaozi. He reached out and touched a plum from the plate and threw it into his mouth. Satisfied my cravings, but the more I ate, the more cravings I became. Plum blossoms are sour, the most appetizing.

Ji Zhao touched his stomach, looked at the desserts on the table, and sighed melancholy.

People are so strange, there are so many things he likes to eat in front of him, but who would have guessed that what he wants to eat most at this time is the duck blood vermicelli soup at the entrance of Loquat Lane!

It's fine if it's normal, but today, they definitely won't let him go out, otherwise Yin Mingchenxing will fight him desperately.

Ji Zhao could only pick up a piece of salty cat's ear and eat it slowly, but he couldn't satisfy his craving at all. Ji Zhao pouted aggrievedly.

He bit the cat's ear "creakingly" and felt a shadow flashing by the window behind him, indicating that someone was coming. Sure enough, footsteps sounded at the door soon, and the sound was getting closer and closer, coming to the inner room, Ji Zhaoyang Asked: "Who is it?"

No one agreed to him, so he said unhappily: "I told you, don't bother me, don't come in!"

Ji Zhao bit the cat's ear hard, the sound was getting closer, and even a shadow appeared in front of him, blocking his light, he looked up in great dissatisfaction, seeing the figure beside the bookshelf, he was so stupid.

People walked towards him, and he reached out to rub his eyes.

The other party said helplessly: "It's not a dream..."

"Brother!" Ji Zhao threw the book and was about to jump up. Zongzhen was so frightened that he stepped to the front of the bed in two steps, and stretched out his hand to stop him. He saw the wound on his arm at a glance. Zongzhen gasped, and the potion was purple. , painted on the snow-white arm, with the long gash not to mention how terrifying, Ji Zhao followed his gaze to the wound.

Strange to say, Ji Zhaozhen didn't feel the pain, and didn't take it seriously at all. He even came to comfort everyone in the afternoon.

Seeing him now, Ji Zhao immediately pouted and said, "Brother! I'm hurt! It hurts so much!"

Zong Zhen carefully raised his arm to watch, and Ji Zhao said pitifully, "Look, it's such a long gash, and it bleeds a lot this afternoon!"

"A lot of blood?"

"Yeah! I lost a lot of blood, I'm tired, I didn't eat dinner, I feel sick, I'm so pitiful..." The more Ji Zhao said the truth, the more he felt that he was really pitiful. He blinked a few tears.

This is a typical child's psychology. When a child falls down, if the adult is not by his side, he will get up and clap his hands and continue to have fun, but if the adult is there, he will have to cry all over the place, because they know that someone will coax him them.

For Ji Zhao, Yin Mingchenxing and the others are the most trustworthy people, but Ji Zhao is their master, he can't be a child in front of them, these people depend on him to live, he needs a master look.

Brother Huishang is different, he is a person who can act like a baby, because he knows that this person treats him well and will coax him.

Sure enough, when Zong Zhen saw Ji Zhao crying, he panicked. He used to wonder what Ji Zhao in this life would look like when he cried, but seeing him now made him flustered and stupid.

Ji Zhao's arm was still held in his hand. Ji Zhao was sitting, and had already slipped into his arms. He was just crying casually, humming a few times to pretend to be pitiful, but the familiar embrace and smell made him really wronged. When he got up, he really cried, and said while crying: "It really hurts... woo woo woo... Why did you leave again last time? You left without saying a word. After you left, I I wrote to you, but you didn't reply, do you not regard me as a friend at all, woo woo woo... I'm hurt, I'm so pitiful... I'm so hungry... woo woo..."

Zongzhen's heart was broken into pieces, flustered, and at a loss, he could only reach out to pat Ji Zhao's back, he couldn't coax others at all, and he could only say clumsily: "Okay, okay, don't cry, yes I'm wrong, don't cry..."

"It's all your fault... woo woo woo, if you were here, I wouldn't be hurt woo woo..."

It was obviously a fallacy, Zong Zhen also responded: "Yes, what you said is correct."

"It hurts so much..."

Zong Zhen was both distressed and hated in his heart, what kind of nonsense did Coke say in the afternoon, didn't he say it didn't hurt?It hurts to cry, doesn't it hurt? !He cut Coke and others' hearts.

Zongzhen's hand touched his face, and carefully wiped his tears with his fingertips, Ji Zhao's face burrowed into his arms, not letting him wipe, and wiped his tears vigorously on his clothes, Zongzhen didn't dislike it either. .

When Ji Zhao was almost rubbed, he carefully lifted Ji Zhao's chin with his hands, looked at his red eyes, and said softly, "I'm crying like a rabbit."

"I'm a rabbit! I just cry!"

"My eyes hurt from crying too much, stop crying."

Ji Zhao said aggrievedly: "Then you stay with me for a few more days this time, I'm so lonely."

Zongzhen really couldn't agree, because it was unrealistic, and Ji Zhao pursed his lips and wanted to cry again. Zongzhen immediately said: "I will come to Jinling often when I come back this time, and I will come to see you often, okay?"

"Come every day..."

"... "

"Ugh..."

"I'll try my best, I'll try my best, don't cry, don't cry." Zong Zhen raised his arm again, "Let me see..."

"Hmm..." Ji Zhao obediently held his arm in front of his eyes with tears in his eyes, Zong Zhen frowned and looked at it carefully, and said: "I have a good ointment, which I have given to Chen Xing, remember to apply it before going to bed. "

"You wipe me..."

"..." Zong Zhen also admired it, why no matter what he said, Ji Zhao could always talk about it and insisted on him staying.

Is it really lonely? Zongzhen touched his head lovingly. It was hot, and Ji Zhao's long hair was tied up in a bun. Because he was at home, he only tied it loosely with an ordinary cloth towel, and rubbed it hard just now. A lot of broken hair fell from the sideburns, and he helped Ji Zhao smooth it behind his ears. Under the lamp, Ji Zhao's face was also like flawless white jade.

Zong Zhen moved his hand to his chin, held his face, looked into his eyes, and Ji Zhao also looked at him wronged.

No one saw this, otherwise everyone would be bored by the two of them.

Zong Zhen lowered his voice: "Why did you hurt your arm?"

"I picked loquat leaves for the prince in the afternoon, but I was scratched by a branch."

"Don't pick it next time. The prince is not bad for you. If the prince knows that you were injured for him, he will blame himself."

Ji Zhao curled his lips: "Forget it, the prince is not so kind!"

"... "

"I went to the palace to see the prince today. No matter how you say it, although the prince hates you, he performed well today. I really like the prince today!"

"..." Zong Zhen frowned in surprise. Hearing Ji Zhao say such a sentence, he hated what happened to the prince today.

But he himself is obviously the prince...

He is hating himself?

The more Zong Zhen thought about it, the weirder his expression became.

"If the prince is like this in the future, I can stop arguing with him."

"The prince will always be like this in the future."

"Really? You're not a prince. What you say doesn't matter. Besides, even if you quarrel, it's okay. I'm not afraid of him! Argument is as it is!"

"..." Zong Zhen rubbed his chin with his fingertips, and said with a sigh, "Why do you think about fighting all day long?"

"Other people bully me, shouldn't I scold me?!" Ji Zhao raised his eyebrows.

"Should be..." Zong Zhen had a headache. When did he bully Ji Zhao? It was obviously Ji Zhao who bullied him in the previous life, and he was killed by Ji Zhao...

Zongzhen was thinking about the things in his previous life, when suddenly he felt his hands were empty and his waist was warm. Looking down, Ji Zhao slipped into his arms again, sobbing and saying, "I'm hungry..."

"The servants in your house are too ignorant—" Zong Zhen frowned, and was about to say a few words.

Ji Zhao rubbed his head and interrupted him: "They want me to eat, but I don't want to eat any of them..."

"What to eat?"

"I want to eat the duck blood vermicelli soup at Loquat Alley..."

"... "

Ji Zhao raised his head and said pitifully, "I really want to eat it. I'm so pitiful. I'm hurt and I don't have anything to eat. I feel so uncomfortable. I just want to eat duck blood vermicelli soup, but can't I eat it?" , woo woo woo..."

At this time, he was just pretending to cry. Zong Zhen knew this, but he couldn't get angry. He said helplessly: "It's getting late, and you are injured again. The gate of Pipa Lane is the time when there are the most people and the most crowded. If you are touched What about the wound?"

"I'm going to eat, I'm going to eat, I'm going to eat..."

"Shall I call someone into the mansion to do it for you?"

"I don't, I don't, I want to sit in Pipa Alley and stutter, and I want to watch the Qinhuai River."

Zong Zhen was extremely helpless, and Ji Zhao started "Woooooo..."

Zong Zhen had no choice but to say: "Okay——"

Ji Zhaoxi smiled, and immediately got out of his arms, urging: "Go, go!"

"..." Zong Zhen saw that Ji Zhao had nimbly turned over and crawled under the couch, and he felt that he had been coaxed again.

Zong Zhen reached out to grab Ji Zhao, but Ji Zhao had already stayed at the bed, stepped on his shoes and asked Chen Xing to come in and help him change clothes.Just as Zong Zhen wanted to tell him to slow down, he suddenly turned around. Zong Zhen stood where he was, and saw Ji Zhao looking him up and down.

Ji Zhao smiled brightly at him: "Brother, you look so good in snow blue!"