Leaning on the railing Jiangyue

It took only an hour to go back and forth, and the fortune-telling sticks were still on the table. Xu Fengjin brought someone back again. When Miao Zhu met, he hurriedly found the little boy who cleaned the courtyard to help him take Zhao Yu to the hut in the backyard. Here comes the medicine box.

Zhao Yu was lying on the bamboo mat with a hideous wound on his back, which looked very frightening.

"What's the big deal?" Xu Fengjin asked.

Miao Zhu frowned while cleaning the wound: "Fortunately, the wound is non-toxic, but the wound is deep, and I'm afraid it will take a few months to recuperate." Then he took out the medicine and said, "Wangfei help me hold the prince, and sprinkle this medicine in a while. I'm afraid I'm going to wake up in pain."

Xu Fengjin nodded, moved Zhao Yu to his lap, let him lie down, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Xu Fengjin thought for a while before seeing Shao Shan, so there should be two groups of bandits, one group is Zhao Yu arranged it by himself, and the rest of the group is afraid that someone will take advantage of it and take the first step to kill him.

Zhao Yuming is an idle prince, he doesn't fight or grab on the surface, and now he is married to a lowly young lady, no matter how you look at it, he won't be assassinated, Xu Fengjin doesn't know what is in his mind, Prince Zhao has nothing to do but tease him, and he never says goodbye Yes, I'm afraid Zhao Yu is cautious and didn't believe him, including Xingxiang, if he didn't see it himself, he might be kept in the dark.

"Hiss!" Xu Fengjin felt a pain in his hand, and Zhao Yu on his leg unconsciously bit his wrist when he woke up. Just got up and went out.

Standing outside the door was Cen Ling, Cheng Qiao, and Shao Shan, who was all dressed up. Seeing him coming out, Shao Shan hurriedly asked, "How is your lord?"

A row of round tooth marks were bitten on Xu Fengjin's wrist, and there was a trace of blood oozing out. He ignored it and asked, "What's going on today?"

Shao Shan said angrily: "Originally, the prince arranged for us to do a play, but it was tricked by others."

"For whom?" Xu Fengjin asked.

"This..." Shao Shan hesitated for a moment, and said: "Wangfei, wait for the prince to wake up, and ask him by herself. If he didn't tell you, I don't want to talk nonsense."

Xu Fengjin said: "That doesn't make things difficult for you, but I don't know who Zi Heng was yesterday?"

Shao Shan thought he was fussy about Zi Heng's words, and said: "Chen Zi Heng is a broken-mouthed man, please don't take it to heart, my lord, I will definitely vent my anger on you."

Ziheng's surname is Chen?Xu Fengjin raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking: No wonder.

Zhao Yu is seriously injured and can't move around for the time being. He will have to stay for the next few days to recuperate. The courtyard in the mountain is quiet, with strange carnation forests, grass pavilions to see flowers, and occasional faint sandalwood. It is from the brass incense burner carved with patterns in the front yard. There was a small trough made of green planks under the flowing bamboo, and Cheng Qiao sat beside him, holding a tattered cattail fan from Miao Zhu, fanning the wind against the smoking iron stove with a sad face.

Xu Fengjin walked in with Cen Ling, Cheng Qiao glanced at him, and continued to fan him.

Xu Fengjin asked him, "Your Highness is awake?"

Cheng Qiao said angrily, "Wake up."

Xu Fengjin looked at the stone pot on the stove. Inside was the brown medicinal soup that had been filtered out without any residue. It was noon now, so it wasn't boiled now, but it was taken out to heat up.

Cheng Qiao's appearance was even more angry and anxious, angry, probably because he failed to protect Zhao Yu well, anxious, probably because there was something wrong with his prince.

Xu Fengjin waited for him to finish heating, regardless of whether he wanted it or not, took the medicine bowl in his hand and walked into the room.

At this time, Zhao Yu was lying on the bed flipping through a book. Seeing Xu Fengjin come in, he opened his eyelids and looked at it, then turned his eyes back to the book. Prince Zhao was reading a scripture. Picking up a spoon by the bed to fill some medicine, he blew and said: "The situation was urgent that day, thank you for protecting me in a panic, and also blame me for my negligence. I never thought that such a shrewd person as Wang Ye could be plotted against."

Zhao Yu quietly avoided the spoon that was handed to his mouth, and calmly said: "This king is not a Daluo god, so naturally there are times when calculations are missed."

Xu Fengjin had sharp eyes, held a spoon closer, and said, "I heard that Ziheng's surname is Chen."

Zhao Yu closed the book, propped himself up and sat up, his expression unchanged: "The surname is Chen."

The strong and pungent smell of the medicine followed Zhao Yu as he got up, and Xu Fengjin said again: "What is the relationship between Chen Ziheng and the Minister of the Ministry of War, Mr. Chen?"

Zhao Yu frowned, and had no choice but to move into the bed, but he didn't hide it: "Chen Ziheng is the son of Shangshu."

Suddenly, Xu Fengjin said "Oh", took off his shoes, got on the bed, and said, "The fragrance in the mansion is also related to Mr. Chen."

Prince Zhao was already forced to the corner of the bed by the smell of the medicine, and he reckoned that he was going to stick it to the wound. He said sternly, "Xu Fengjin, did my king order you to go to bed?"

Xu Fengjin blinked, as if he didn't hear clearly: "What did the lord say?"

"My king's life...?!" Prince Zhao didn't finish his sentence, a spoonful of bitter soup was already flowing down his throat, Xu Fengjin took advantage of his shock, and hurriedly put two spoonfuls into his mouth , Zhao Yu was in so much pain that he opened his mouth to scold him, but was given another spoonful of medicine, Xu Fengjin blocked Zhao Yu at the corner of the bed and forcefully fed a bowl of medicine, and then said innocently: "Is the lord afraid of suffering? "

"How can this work? After all, good medicine tastes bad." As if thinking of something, he put the empty bowl on the bedside, groped in his arms for a long time, and took out a small bag of things. He was also worried that he would stuff his mouth indiscriminately. Prince Zhao is very picky about his taste, he doesn't like sweet and bitter, and only likes things that are innocent and tasteless. He refused to open his mouth to say anything, extremely capricious.

It was the first time Xu Fengjin saw Prince Zhao like this, and found it very interesting. There were a few plums in the paper bag. The round plums were wrapped in sweet icing sugar. Xu Fengjin threw one into his mouth and ate it with relish. He said wickedly: "My lord just suffered a lot, now he should eat something sweet to make up for it."

Zhao Yu was naturally unmoved, staring at him as he ate one by one into his mouth, and then let go of his heart and said, "Why don't you leave soon after eating?"

Xu Fengjin smiled "hummingly" and leaned forward suddenly. Prince Zhao felt the sudden sweetness in his mouth, and the soft touch on his lips made him wrinkle his silk white trousers in surprise. Xu Fengjin's eyelashes were long and straight, and his nose Rubbing the tip of Prince Zhao's nose, he pushed the words that had just been hidden under his tongue into his mouth. The sweet and sour fragrance instantly filled his mouth, covering up a lot of bitterness. Spitting out the tip of her tongue, she got out of bed with an empty bowl, and Shi Shi ran out the door.