Soon, it's really soon!
"Thank you," Jing Rong said after the medicine was applied on his hand.
Mu Jin was worried as she reminded him, "Don't let your hand touch water, and don't eat stimulating food. Your Highness, please be careful."
"En."
She swallowed a few times. "Your Highness, have you been comforting me these days?"
Jing Rong replied, "Yes, I still have some matters to attend to."
Mu Jin pursed her lips and lowered her brows.
She mustered up her courage and asked in a soft voice, "Then, can I come to visit you often?"
This …
Of course not!
Jing Rong's eyes were cold and resolute. "Miss Mu Jin, this Prince appreciates your kindness, but something happened in the yamen recently. This Prince is also busy, so I'm afraid I can't entertain you."
She immediately raised her head. "Mu Jin doesn't need anyone to take care of me. To tell you the truth, Mu Jin feels that Your Highness and I are on good terms, and I admire Your Highness's talents. That's why I boldly said this. If Your Highness is busy, Mu Jin can stay by your side. The yamen is full of men, so naturally, I don't know how to take care of others. Moreover, I heard that a young master is also injured, so let Mu Jin take care of Your Highness. I will not disturb you."
Her eyes were full of expectation.
Jing Rong was firm. "No need, it's just a small injury. Miss Mu Jin, you should attend to your own matters, lest others misunderstand."
Misunderstand?
Mu Jin's heart skipped a beat.
But Jing Rong had already put it this way. What else could she say?
Therefore, he could only nod his head!
However, in the next two days, Mu Jin still came to the yamen.
She never left Jing Rong's side.
Her flirting skills were quite advanced.
Ji Yunshu did not go to Jing Rong's courtyard again, but kept watching over the unconscious Wei Yi.
Occasionally, she would hear from the maids that 'Miss Mu Jin is here again', 'Miss Mu Jin is so talented' and so on.
Ji Yunshu always pricked up her ears to listen. She felt as if a huge stone had sunk into her heart.
She did not know why Jing Rong did not visit Wei Yi even once. Mo Ruo was the one who told her about Wei Yi's condition.
Was that man heartless?
Or did he mean something else?
She was too lazy to guess.
He closed his ears and did not want to listen to those things.
As for Tang Si, she shamelessly squatted in the yamen, nagging Ji Yunshu and Mo Ruo all day long.
He was even more clingy than Li Shiyan.
…
The light drizzle of June drifted down, hitting the towering red walls and green tiles, raising a thin layer of mist.
As far as the eye could see, everything was hazy!
It was as if they were in a fairyland, adding some vitality to the mysterious and strange palace.
In the dilapidated Tongren Hall, the weeds that had not been pruned for a long time had grown a little taller. The weak and dry branches drooped to the ground due to the rain. Coupled with the falling leaves in the courtyard, the place appeared deathly silent …
Inside the hall!
Jing Xian had just come out from the inner hall, wearing a thin layer of clothing. He slowly walked to the front of the couch he was resting on. His well-defined fingers picked up a piece of agarwood and gently threw it into the incense burner beside him. He also conveniently took out a book of the "Rhapsody of the Sons". Only then did he half lie down on the couch and start reading.
The book in his hand turned page by page!
The faint scent of books lingered in the air.
Jing Xian loved the scent of books since he was a child. Because of this, he often read from morning till night. Even when he was tired or sleepy, he would place a book by his side.
It was as if this was the only way to sleep peacefully.
"Creak."
A light breeze brushed past the broken window, making an ear-piercing sound.
Immediately after, a pigeon landed on the windowsill, lowered its head and began to peck at the rice on it.
Jing Xian frowned, but in an instant, his brows smoothed out.
He dragged his heavy and tired body to the window and reached out to stroke the pigeon. The pigeon was not afraid of him and even shrunk its head to rub against his palm.
"Good boy!"
Jing Xian smiled and slowly untied the band on the pigeon's leg. He took the small bamboo tube down and held it in his hand, not immediately opening it.
Instead, he pinched some rice from a small cup and sprinkled it on the windowsill.
"Little guy, don't worry, there's plenty."
As a reward!
"Coo coo …" The pigeon seemed to understand human language.
Jing Xian found it very interesting!
Then, he slowly opened his palm, took out the note from the small bamboo tube and opened it.
There were two lines of words written on the paper.
After reading it, Jing Xian was silent for a few seconds. His originally empty eyes became much more spirited. He raised his eyes and looked at the towering tree outside the window. He actually smiled.
As for the note, he crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the stove, igniting it.
Just then, Bi Lu came in with the medicine.
"Your Highness, you're awake?"
"Yes!"
"This servant has boiled the medicine. Drink it while it's hot."
Bi Lu put the medicine down.
Then, he exclaimed, "It's drizzling outside and the weather is very cold. Your Highness should close the window."
Jing Xian ignored him and continued to stand there motionlessly.
Only when the pigeon finished pecking the rice on the windowsill and flew away did he close the broken window.
He asked, "When will the people from the palace come to repair it?"
Bi Lu replied, "I've already urged them. They said that there's a leak in the palace in the north and south. They'll come after they're repaired."
"All of them went?"
"That's what they said."
Both master and servant knew that there were so many eunuchs in the palace that it was impossible for all of them to go to the palace to repair the leak. However, the people in the palace felt that Tongren Hall was unlucky since there was a sickly and unfavored prince living there. Thus, they found excuses to delay it. Even if they couldn't delay it any longer, they would only send a few eunuchs who made mistakes over to take a look and then leave.
However, Bi Lu was puzzled.
In the past, his master didn't care if anyone came to repair the palace. Why did he suddenly ask about it today?
While he was puzzled, Jing Xian turned around and asked, "The palace in the north and south has a leak? Is that where Consort Zhao lived when she was alive? "
"Yes."
Jing Xian was surprised.
Consort Zhao was Jing Rong's biological mother. Ever since she was banished to the Cold Palace, Zhao Fei's Palace had long been deserted. Not to mention repairing the leak, even the palace maids and eunuchs took a detour.
Zhao Fei's Palace and Tongren Hall were almost the same.
"Imperial Father's order?" Jing Xian asked.
"No, it was Concubine Xiao. She said that although Consort Zhao made a mistake when she was alive, she was already dead. She didn't need to leave Zhao Fei's Palace deserted, so she sent people to repair it. I heard that it was also approved by His Majesty."
"Oh?"
Strange!
He sat back on the couch and pondered for a while. He muttered to himself, "What does Concubine Xiao want to do?"
Bi Lu didn't hear him.
Instead, he worriedly said, "Your Highness, you should quickly drink the medicine. This is the medicine that Young Master Mo had sent over before he left the capital. You can't skip a single dose. You should take it quickly."
Jing Xian glanced at the bowl of medicine and said, "Leave it here. You can leave first."
"Your Highness …"
"Leave."
Bi Lu couldn't dissuade Jing Xian, so he retreated and closed the door to prevent the wind from entering.
When the door was closed, Jing Xian picked up the bowl of medicine and gently shook it. His eyes darkened.
He poured the medicine in his hand into a potted plant at the side.
The soil of the Baolan Tree was originally orange-yellow. Because it was watered with bowl after bowl of medicine, the soil became redder, as if it was stained with blood. Surprisingly, the Baolan Tree grew more luxuriant. There was even a small fruit on it.
Jing Xian put the bowl back in its original place.
"Soon, it's really soon!"
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