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Chapter 7
"Jiayu, do you hate me too?" Prince Ping's body froze, and he staggered half a step back.
Jiayu's head started to hurt again.
She really doesn't hate him.
Even if he married her back then when he wanted to belong to her, even if he married her and said he regarded her as his younger sister, even if he was behind her back, the person who was actually his younger sister and named his wife, had a hard time controlling his relationship with Xue Xiuxiu.
Time can smooth out all the stories. Now that it has passed, why don't you forget about the past in the name of brother and sister?
Her life has been limited for several years, with delicious food, beautiful scenery and beauties. Even though her life is limited, within the limits, there are still so many beautiful things, so why spend on these things.
It's just that now his face is pale and his eyes are hurt. How come he acts as if she is a heartless person.
"Big cousin, no." Jiayu sighed, and said softly, "You don't look very well, remember to go back and let the doctor take a look, I'm leaving first."
While speaking, she saluted slightly, bypassing her and going forward.
Prince Ping's lips squirmed a few times, staring at her back in a daze, opened his lips several times, but no sound came out after all.
Shen Jiayu was like this, everyone said she was gentle and considerate, so understanding that her husband could give it to a close friend in his boudoir.
The prince glanced at him coldly, sneered in his heart that his subordinates were defeated, and then followed Jiayu.
When they returned to Zhonghe Hall, Mrs. Shen and Princess Heping had already taken a nap. In the courtyard, they heard the scholar's witty storytelling, and heard the maid at the door bowing to see His Highness.
Concubine Ping's eyes turned slightly cold, and when she looked back, it was Zuo Qing'an as expected.
When her eyes fell on Jiayu, Princess Ping's attitude became more gentle: "Jiayu, why did His Royal Highness come with you?"
When Madam Shen saw the prince, she got up and hurried to salute, the prince rushed over, quickly supported her and said: "Biao aunt, don't be too polite."
After speaking, he said to Concubine Ping: "Listen to the servant, my aunt is not in good health recently, so I asked someone to prepare some ginseng antler, so my aunt must be healthy and healthy."
Concubine Ping said indifferently, thank you for the prince's concern, then waved her hand, beckoning Jiayu to come over, looked at her and said: "Your maid said you fell and stained your clothes, how about it, are you okay?"
"Biao Aunt, I'm fine." Jiayu shook her head.
Princess Ping hummed, smiled and nodded her nose bridge: "You are such a big person, I don't know how to be careful when walking."
Jiayu leaned against Concubine Ping, looking at the lonely prince who was neglected by Concubine Ping, feeling helpless.
It is clear that the prince is the cousin's own son.
But every time my cousin saw her, she would either turn a blind eye or turn her eyebrows coldly. She really didn't understand that my cousin treated the maids around her better than her own son.
If she doesn't like her son, but she is a standard loving mother to her eldest cousin.She thought that now that Qing'an became the crown prince, her cousin's attitude would have changed, but she didn't expect it to remain the same.
Jiayu couldn't help but recall her childhood.
When he was a child, Qing An was black and thin, and lived alone in the courtyard. Because Ping Wang and his wife were not paying attention, the servants who served him were very slack, stealing and playing tricks.
She couldn't see it, so she complained to her cousin, but every time she heard Qing'an's name, her cousin became very indifferent and told her to avoid contacting him.
Because of Princess Ping's attitude, even Prince Ping's son did not like this younger brother.
But Jiayu can never forget his cute and pitiful eyes.
Especially when her cousin and uncle treat her very well, she feels even more guilty. She is just a relative of the palace, so why treat her like this.
There will always be a sense of guilt in her heart, feeling that she has robbed his parents of love, under the guilt, coupled with Qing An's temper, it is really distressing.
Gentle and obedient, obedient and considerate, Prince Ping treats her very well, but sometimes he can't avoid the naughtiness of a young man, often teases her, puts bugs on her head, and pulls her hair.But Qing An wouldn't, he would only say that my cousin is afraid of bugs, and pulling her hair would make her feel uncomfortable, so I don't want to do that.
Jiayu's heart turned into a puddle of water.
Therefore, every time he came to the palace, he must bring some new gadgets for him and play with him. When they entered school at the age of six, the two of them were the same age, and they entered the school together. She and him even saw each other every day.
And at that time, even though he called her cousin verbally, he was always shorter than her until the age of fourteen. It was difficult for her to regard him as an elder brother like Prince Ping, but as a younger brother.
She has been a younger brother for a long time, even if he is tall and straight now, she still can't turn it around.
After some recollections, Jiayu looked at the silent young man with his fists clenched beside him, and suddenly couldn't help but wink lightly at her like he did when he was a child.
The prince is not in the attitude of Princess Ping, he has long been used to his family keeping him out.
He has memories of childhood, only Jiayu treated him well, played with him, made him laugh, and made him feel what it means to be warm.In the previous life, when he was framed by someone, he was poisoned, he fled the capital, and when he was demoted to the southwest, only Jiayu was with him.
Never give up.
Even if his life is dying, there are dangers around him.
But although he didn't care about Princess Ping's attitude, when he saw Jiayu's blink of an eye that he hadn't seen for a long time, he suddenly felt a kind of anticipation in his heart.
Concubine Ping was more ruthless to him, more ruthless.
This way Jiayu can care about him more.
So, how wonderful.
By the time Jiayu left Prince Ping's mansion, the crown prince had already left for a long time, and he was entangled in many things. Jiayu felt that it was very rare for him to take some time out of his busy schedule to visit Princess Ping, not to mention Princess Ping's attitude towards him.Still the same.
But she really couldn't figure out why Princess Ping had such an attitude towards Qing An.
She looked at Mrs. Shen next to her, opened her lips to ask questions, and suddenly remembered that he is now His Royal Highness, and it has nothing to do with the Prince Peace Palace, so she endured it and went back.
Relatives also pay attention to fate and love, perhaps Qing An and their fate is superficial, so they should not be relatives.
Although she didn't start, Mrs. Shen who was sitting beside her looked at her for a few times, and finally couldn't help but say, "Jiayu."
"Mother, what's wrong?" Jiayu raised her head.
Mrs. Shen hesitated for a moment: "Well, Jiayu, I was thinking, since you have returned to the capital, shouldn't it be time to consider your marriage?"
Mrs. Shen's father used to be a border guard, so he married a Hu girl from outside the Great Wall. Hu girl has a bold and unrestrained personality. When she returned to the capital, most of the family members of officials from all walks of life disliked her.restrained.
Hu Nu heard this, and after she gave birth to Mrs. Shen, she strictly followed the upbringing of Da'an's Zhenxian Shude girl, and raised the gentle and kind Mrs. Shen now. Because of this origin, Jiayu also has an elegant and upright personality, and she is respectful and respectful.
Especially now that she has reconciled with Li, she dare not make the slightest mistake, so as not to attract criticism and ruin the reputation of Weiyuan Hou Mansion.
After listening to Mrs. Shen's words, Jiayu thought for a while, she is now nineteen years old, and most of the girls her age are mothers.
And it is indeed impossible for her not to marry, not to mention that her conservative mother disagrees, she also really wants to have a little thing connected with her blood.
"Mom, I know."
Hearing her agreement, Mrs. Shen was relieved. She grabbed her hand and said, "Today your cousin brought a lot of young men with good character and good looks. You can pick one when you have time."
Concubine Ping certainly couldn't do things like Xue Xiuxiu, chaotic and clean, and she loves herself very much, so the man she picked should be very good, Jiayu nodded upon hearing that.
"I'll see it tomorrow."
Mrs. Shen said happily, "Okay, okay."
Seeing Mrs. Shen happy so quickly, Jiayu lowered her head, she was willing to marry, but it was just the prince's poison...
She patted her head, found a suitable husband, and then completed the ceremony, it would take at least a year and a half.
With Chen Lao's medical skills, she should not be needed at that time.
Thinking of this, Jiayu rolled up the gauze curtain, the breeze blew across her cheeks, and the heat on her body gradually faded.
The last orange-red afterglow sank into the ground, and the noisy Kyoto gradually fell silent.
In the jade-carved palace, the footsteps of the well-dressed court ladies stepped into the inner hall and lit the red candles on the iron nine-star moonlight candlestick.
"If you fall into the water, is there any good-tasting medicine that can recuperate your body?" He asked lightly.
Doubts about who fell into the water flashed in the doctor's mind, but he can be the head of the imperial hospital, so he naturally knows what to ask and what not to ask.
Many useful prescriptions flashed through his mind, and then he grabbed the three words "delicious" and said a few prescriptions.
But before he finished speaking, he interrupted softly: "The only thing I want is a convenient and easy-to-carry pill."
"I'll go back and get it right away." The head of the courtyard hurriedly said.
The prince has a gentle disposition and is known as a virtuous man.It is far from His Majesty who has a cloudy personality, but every time he gets along with the prince, the head of the hospital always has a strange feeling that he can't explain clearly.
Speaking of which, two years ago, the former crown prince who was in good health suddenly died suddenly. His Majesty chose the unremarkable second son of Prince Ping's mansion as his successor. Many ministers in the court and opposition objected. The second son of Prince Ping was seventeen years old.Any name about his intelligence or brilliance is considered to be unable to bear the burden of a country's prince.
After only two years, the crown prince handles government affairs with skillful sophistication, thoughtfulness and tact. Even the most seasoned ministers are ashamed of themselves, saying that the crown prince should be the king of tomorrow.
When the prince heard the words, he hummed lightly: "I'm sorry, Chief Chen."
Back in Shen's residence, after Jiayu took a bath and changed clothes, she was still not sleepy, so she wore plain white single clothes and read picture books by the bedside lamp.
She lowered her head slightly, her eyelashes were densely curled up, casting a shadow under her eyelids, her eyes were looking down, her thin white neck was no less than a noble and elegant swan neck.
The laces of the unlined clothing were slightly loose, revealing a large piece of smooth and jade-like skin on the chest, and the plump and soft fragrance spread out in a beautiful arc on the chest. After getting close to her, you could still smell the faint warm fragrance of her body.
Because Qingzhu is a woman, sometimes she will lose her mind when she looks at her own girl.
Jiayu raised her head: "Qingzhu, why are you here?"
Hearing this, Qingzhu remembered the purpose of her visit, took two small steps, and handed the plain jade bottle and plain envelope to Jiayu: "Girl, this was sent quietly from the palace."
Jiayu subconsciously thought of the prince, she put down the drawing book, reached out to take it, and signaled Qingzhu to step back: "I see."
When the green bamboo left, under the candlelight, the plain white jade bottle seemed to be dyed the color of begonia again. Jiayu rubbed the jade bottle with her slender fingers for a while, and then opened the plain, colorless envelope.
Eight simple words: "Resist the wind and cold, take it before going to bed."
There was a hint of smile in Jiayu's eyes, the prince is really a considerate person.
She reached out to touch the jade bottle on the side, gently opened the bottle cap, a trace of sweetness came out from inside, Jiayu sighed, took out the brown pill and put it into her lips.
Sweet.
Because it was the end of the month, there was only a thin bow left on the dark sky, and a burst of dark clouds slowly floated past, and the thin and thin dots could no longer be found.
An extremely small "squeak" sound came out, and a dark voice flashed past the bed.
He sat in front of the carved Babu bed, stretched out his hand and lightly tapped it, and saw her groaning half of her body, and then fell into a deeper sleep. He stretched out his somewhat rough fingertips, and stretched out his hand to shake the broken hair on her forehead.
"Did you listen to your husband today and take your medicine obediently?" He lowered his head, his tall nose gently rubbing against her delicate nose.
"Why don't you talk?" He chuckled softly, "If you don't talk, your husband will have to check it himself."