Zhuji Runyu - Fragrant Honey Colleagues

Zhuji responded, and then took a bite of the hawthorn in her hand.Unlike what I remembered, the hawthorns in the Prince Regent's Mansion were all a little sweet.

In the past, the regent never named her to be on duty at night. She was just a female envoy of the fragrance department and had no duty to be on duty at night.The regent is not a womanizer, and Zhuji doesn't understand what he means by this, but being able to enter the bedroom and serve her closely is the result of her hard work for the past two years.

The accountant envoy who picked her up was named Xiuqi, who was quite embarrassing in front of the regent, and once or twice a month she was called to bed by the regent.So this time the regent took up a new idea when she was on duty, which made her face quite embarrassed, and didn't show a good face to Zhuji.After explaining a few words hastily, Zhuji was let in.

The lamp was lit inside, and the regent's face was even more resolute and tough under the light of the candle.He was leaning on the Luohan couch, wearing pajamas with a loose neckline, his golden crown was untied, his hair was loose, he was holding a map in one hand, and pinching his forehead with the other.Zhu Ji was very careful waiting aside, while Xiu Qi was waiting outside the door, waiting for her to make a mistake without knowing anything and be kicked out by the regent.

"Come to make an incense seal, come closer."

Zhuji responded, moved Zhang Xiang's case, sat down beside the regent, calmed down and began to type the incense seal.A top killer or a spy requires excellent cover.

The hidden guard next to the regent is the top in the world, and his defenses are extremely strict. He himself is a master of swords, and his internal skills are among the best.If Zhuji hadn't sealed her Ren Du's second channel and suppressed her inner breath, being so close to him would have easily exposed her flaws.

It was extremely quiet for half an hour, and Zhuji just focused on typing the incense seals.The face powder she chose was formulated by herself, named Suyu, and the agarwood and agarwood were mixed with two cypresses, two zealands and one ginger flower, which has an auxiliary effect on sleeping.

The xiangzhuan was made by the craftsmen in the mansion she asked. It is extremely correct with four hollowed out small characters, and it took half an hour to burn it.She filled the incense powder, held the handle of the incense seal with both hands, and was about to lift it up breathlessly, but was interrupted by the regent's sudden words, and her hands trembled.

"What kind of fragrance do you smell on your body?"

She sighed slightly in her heart, this half hour was ruined.But the demeanor with lowered eyes and lowered eyebrows was extremely respectful, and he answered with a bow.

"There is no other incense, and many clothes are stained with fragrance when they burn incense for the prince."

The regent raised his eyebrows slightly, closed the map, and suddenly lifted Zhuji into his arms, and gently brushed her cheek with the tip of his nose. He was sure that it was indeed her fragrance that made his headache better.

But the strange thing is that she does not have any other special fragrance on her body.Zhuji was also puzzled, she was extremely careful and had never played any tricks on the regent, why he suddenly became suspicious.

The regent let go of her, and Zhuji was relieved to accompany her carefully.He didn't let her back down, on the contrary, he was very interested, picked up Zhuji's incense seal to look at it, and said with a smile.

"Samadhi Eternal Silence?"

The four characters were out of place, and several corners collapsed, lying nondescript on the incense ashes.

He asked Zhuji.

"Do you think you need a Buddha's heart alone?"

Zhuji's heart tightened again, the regent was famous for his iron face, he was ruthless in governing, and he never disdained gentle politics.So Zhuji pondered for a while before raising her head and answering slowly.

"Thunderbolt means to show the heart of a Bodhisattva. The servant guesses that this is the heart of the Buddha of the prince."

The regent looked at her, his eyes were not angry but prestige, he seemed to feel that the girl in front of him was also interesting besides her beauty.

That night, Zhuji typed the incense seal three times, and after the third watch, the regent finished his desk review before going to bed, and she squatted on the footsteps of his bed for another night.

After that day, Zhuji didn't see Runyu again, but she was summoned by the regent for more than half a month. Everyone began to wonder if Zhuji had changed some pickled incense, which made the regent stick so tightly every day.

Today, the Prince Regent is not in the mansion, the rumors are even worse, and directly drifted into her ears.Zhuji didn't care much, but gradually confirmed her guess that there was really something in her that could suppress the regent's headache symptoms.

Zhuji used a net bag to wrap a few osmanthus flowers on the golden osmanthus in the backyard, so that she could make a new fragrant recipe with it when she went back. Of the 200-year-old golden osmanthus tree, the one on the top blooms the best.She couldn't use light work, and she couldn't reach it even on tiptoe, and she was about to give up, when someone took the net bag, stretched her hand up and exerted a little force, and the bunch of golden osmanthus netted down.

The fallen petals radiated fragrance to the two of them.

"It's the prince who likes osmanthus again?"

It was "Mr. Gong" whom I hadn't seen for a long time, Zhuji cast a glance at him, and reached out to snatch back the net bag, but he held on tightly.

There are quite a lot of attendants here and there are many people with mixed eyes, Zhuji didn't understand what he meant, so she had to retreat from his arms first, and saluted him very standardly.

"This servant has seen Mr. Gong."

Runyu smiled, but handed the net bag back to her, and softly called her former name, which was already a reminder.

"Seventeen, the regent is a very careful person, don't play tricks."

Knowing what he meant, Zhuji frowned. She didn't like the name "Seventeen", a cold number representing the number of people.

She took the net bag, took out the sweet-scented osmanthus in it, and while tidying it up, she denied it in a low voice, also wanting to get some clarification.

"I don't, and it's strange. He seems to think that I have a special fragrance that can suppress his headache."

This answer surprised Runyu, she stared at it for a moment, then seemed to think of something suddenly, and said worriedly

"Could it be Zirodan on your body?"

Zhuji was also startled, suddenly heard the footsteps of the soldiers patrolling in her ears, she regained her senses and took a step back, saying loudly.

"Thank you sir for your help, Zhuji will leave."

Runyu sighed slightly, solemnly said

"You must be careful."

She nodded and left in a hurry, only when she was alone did she realize that it might be just as Runyu guessed.For their loyalty, the organization fed them Zilu Dan, and they had to take the antidote once every three months, otherwise their skin would ache like a fire every day and night, until they scratched themselves to the point of rotten intestines and died because of the pain.

She still has half a month, so she can take the latest information to find an opportunity to change the antidote.

The author has something to say: There will probably be three or four chapters in this life