It's not good to be a widow [Comprehensive]

In all fairness, it doesn't feel bad to do bad things together.

It's just that if you do too many bad things, you will inevitably have to pay a price.

In the early morning of the second day, when Lu Jinglu woke up from sleep, it was already past the time for making an appointment with Yaoyue to practice swords.

Regardless of her still sore waist, she hurriedly got out of bed to change clothes and wash her hands, but as soon as she came out after washing her face, the door was pushed open.

Ye Gucheng walked in with his daughter in his arms, with a relaxed and happy expression. He watched her tie her hair in front of the mirror, and even twitched the corners of her lips, asking, "Why are you getting up?"

Lu Jinglu: "..." Are you proud? ? ?

She pursed her lips and said, "I still have to go find the Grand Palace Master."

Ye Gucheng: "I asked for leave for you."

Hearing this sentence, Lu Jinglu's first reaction was to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that it would be good, but the next moment she realized, she opened her eyes wide and asked him worriedly: "Are you How do you say it?"

Just as Ye Gucheng was about to open his mouth to answer, the daughter in his arms thumped and called Daddy twice, his tone full of anxiety.

In this way, Lu Jinglu's attention was attracted: "What's wrong with her?"

Ye Gucheng: "It's probably because I got bored waiting in the study room before and clamored to come back."

As he spoke, he carried his daughter to the other side of the room and put it down. The little girl who had given countless court ladies a headache was very cute in his hands. After returning to the pile of toys as she wished, she went to play by herself.

Lu Jinglu looked in amazement: "It seems that she really likes you more."

Ye Gucheng thought for a while, and said, "She saw you asleep in the morning, and wanted to climb up to call you."

At that time, the little girl grabbed his leg and moaned for a long time. He didn't understand what he meant, so he squatted down and asked, and then the little guy who couldn't walk steadily on the road pointed at Lu Jinglu's mother who had been yelling for a long time. The deputy wanted to go up and wake up the mother to play with him.

He was so talkative that he moved the man away and took him to have breakfast.

Lu Jinglu was both embarrassed and soft-hearted when she learned that she still had this problem in her sleep, so much so that she forgot to ask him what he told Yaoyue.

Fortunately, after lunch, this question was answered.

After thinking about it, she still felt that she had to go to Yaoyue to express her apology for letting her pigeons go, so she went.

Seeing her coming, Yaoyue was very surprised, frowned and said, "Are you cured? Ye Gucheng said that you are not feeling well today. I wanted to visit you later."

Lu Jinglu understood, she twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "It's not really sick, it's just..."

"Exactly?" Obviously, Yaoyue couldn't understand her implication.

Lu Jinglu: "..."

Here comes the question, how to say this?

After holding back for a long time, she finally thought of a euphemistic and not nonsense statement, Lu Jinglu said: "It's just twisted to the waist."

Yaoyue looked skeptical: "Really?"

As he spoke, he reached out and touched her waist, probably to see if she was twisted seriously.

Lu Jinglu's waist was indeed still sore, but after being touched like this, her body straightened like a cat whose hair was blown.

Yaoyue: "Don't move, I'll take a look."

It took a quarter of an hour to look at it, and after reading it, Yaoyue told her very seriously: "It is indeed a bit strained, I will make two plasters for you, and you will stick them on in the next two days."

Lu Jinglu: "Ah?!"

"What? Don't you want to get better soon?" Yaoyue raised her eyebrows and asked.

"Of course." Lu Jinglu quickly chose the correct answer, and then solemnly thanked the Grand Palace Master for his kindness.

Afterwards, Yaoyue went to make plasters, and Lu Jinglu watched for a while, then picked up a topic at random, and chatted with her casually.

She asked Yaoyue: "Grand Palace Master, have you discussed how to deal with that bat boy?"

Yaoyue was puzzled: "Does this still need to be discussed?"

Lu Jinglu: "??"

"While he's on Bat Island during the Mid-Autumn Festival, just capture him directly." Yaoyue said with a natural expression.

"But he's so cunning..." Lu Jinglu was very impressed with the original copy of Bat Island, "Let's try to be more careful."

Yaoyue thought about it for a while, and finally shook her head: "It should not be necessary."

Lu Jinglu was choked up by this unnecessary sentence, thinking that this is really the style of the Grand Palace Mistress.

After that, Lian Xing came back from playing chess next door.Lian Xing saw the two of them together and smelled the smell of medicine in the room, she was stunned for a moment and asked: "Sister, Ah Lu, what are you doing?"

Lu Jinglu hesitated for a moment, and Yaoyue answered first: "Ah Lu sprained her waist, I will make some plaster for her."

Lian Xing: "Did you sprain... your waist?"

After saying that, he shot straight at Lu Jinglu, and he didn't know what he could recognize from his expression. After a moment, he smiled clearly, "Oh—so that's the case."

"...Yes." Lu Jinglu responded boldly, blushing in the end.

Fortunately, Lian Xing didn't hold on to this matter, and after a subtle joke, he quickly changed the subject and talked to them about the game of chess with Bai Feifei just now, saying that it was the final decisive moment when he was bumped by A Fei up.

"It's rare for me to think that I had hope of winning Feifei, but I didn't win." She sighed, but there was not much regret in her tone.

"Then their mother and son are of the same heart. As for the two of them, the second palace lord can't win, so it's not shameful." Lu Jinglu said.

"It makes sense." Lianxing squinted her eyes, and her expression became a little happier.

After chatting nonchalantly for half an hour, Yaoyue's unique and secret plaster was almost ready.

Lu Jinglu thanked her again for her kindness, and then accepted the plaster, saying that she would put it on at night.

So at night, as soon as Ye Gucheng entered the room, he could smell the smell of medicine filling the room.

He thought that she or Susu was sick, and he was still a little anxious, but when he walked in through the bead curtain, what he saw was the scene of their mother and daughter stacking wooden blocks on the bed.

Lu Jinglu sat there cross-legged, while Susu lay on her stomach, her two short legs could not stop moving around, she was more lively than in the daytime.

All in all, it doesn't look like he's sick.

Ye Gucheng became even more curious, and asked her why there was a smell of medicine in the room.

While helping her daughter straighten a crumbling piece of wood, she said succinctly: "Oh, I put the plaster on my waist that the Grand Master gave me."

Ye Gucheng: "A plaster for the waist?"

Thinking of her enthusiasm for getting up early to practice swords today, his first reaction was actually that she went to Yaoyue again in the afternoon to make up for what she had to practice today, so she hurt her waist?

But in the next moment, she let him know with the sideways glance she blamed, and the root cause was still him.

He walked over and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I failed to restrain myself in time."

When Lu Jinglu heard the words 'timely temperance', she almost shook her hand and overturned the pile of wooden blocks that the precious girl had finally built up.

After a long delay, she coughed and said, "Then...then you pay attention in the future."

When Ye Gucheng heard the words, he was silent for a long time without answering.

Lu Jinglu thought that he felt awkward to talk about this topic, so she wanted to tell him something about her daughter, but when she was thinking about opening her mouth, she heard his voice.

He said: "...it's a bit difficult."

Lu Jinglu: "..." To be reasonable, you might as well not answer at all!

The author has something to say: there is one more update, it should be before twelve o'clock, and the plot will continue after the sweetness, okay?

By the way, when I wrote it, I showed it to my friends. My friend, the master of the Grand Palace of Hong Kong, looks like Ah Lu’s second husband. I laughed to death.