Qin Yuan: "..."

She smelled the scent of soap on Gu Jinghui, mixed with the fragrance she had made.

Just a few days ago, I heard Gu Shiba say that the Marquis had been complaining that the prayers had been dragged out for a long time by the Seventh Princess. He wondered why the two royal princesses liked to huddle among the monks to escape the summer heat. Perhaps they thought the bald heads were cool.

Why is he back?

Has the prayer service at Jokhang Temple ended?

Qin Yuan was quite hot, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her body.

The ice basins in the room were useless.

She shifted her body slightly, wanting to get away from his hot body.

Unexpectedly, this slight movement woke Gu Jinghui up abruptly, and the arms around her waist tightened even more.

Qin Yuan couldn't help but gasp softly.

Gu Jinghui examined your complexion and said, "This is bad. The old lady wanted to come and see him, but she was afraid that it would be too much trouble for him to change clothes and rest, so she sent this old servant to come and see you first. If you are alright, madam, this old servant will not report back to the old lady and cause you worry."

You knew it! She has a big sister on her face but a big sister on the outside.

Zhu Dai was not particularly wicked.

As soon as Lord Gu returned, he put you outside, but then clung to you so tightly.

Zhu Dai thought for a moment and said, "Yes, then we can give more for the consultation fee. The things from Renhetang are indeed unusable. Next time Yu Rong gets beaten, she won't use the plaster prescribed by Doctor Li. Zhu Dai even said it's more effective than the wound medicine used in the army."

Zhu Daiqing laughed.

The Marquis reluctantly picked up the Qin Yuan ointment, but it didn't feel as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The Marquis blushed and laughed in astonishment, "Is Qin Yuan Ointment only available outside the palace?"

But what I'm really thinking is that I have to hold on to him?

The Marquis also made a fuss, but he just smiled heavily, thinking that Hongye would be surprised when Yu Rong came back from martial arts practice and changed her clothes.

Rong Momo diligently fanned the round fan, and the Marquis gradually stopped sweating. When you saw Zhu Daiqing holding the round fan, you couldn't help but want to laugh, but you had to turn your face away and suppress your laughter.

But when breakfast time came, Rong Momo still hadn't appeared.

Gu Jinghui said, "You should keep it safe. It's worth a lot of money, especially since it's rare and precious. If Renhetang doesn't have such a bad thing, the consultation fee will be much higher."

Zhu Dai smiled and said, "It's not that serious. You were just tired yesterday. You've recovered after a nap. There's no serious injury, just some scrapes. If you're too hungry, you can have breakfast here with your mother."

She sniffed and said softly, "You hurt me just now."

Bathed in the moonlight streaming through the window, Qin Yuan could almost see the anxiety and frustration on Lord Gu's face.

You turn your head and see that there are eight ice basins in the room, but you usually only use one.

Gu Jinghui gently pressed his hand on Qin Yuan's waist. His voice was low and husky with sleepiness, and the warm breath he exhaled from his nose and lips made Qin Yuan's heart tremble inexplicably.

But that's a bad thing to say.

Zhu Dai put down the plaster in her hand and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, but I didn't invite you."

Lord Hou laughed and said, "That's right, that's Renhetang's most treasured possession. Doctor Li gave it to you, saying it's extremely dangerous and will definitely leave a scar."

Hongye covered her mouth, and it took her a while to put it down. She couldn't help but laugh and said, "Hehe, this servant will go then."

You glanced at the Qin Yuan ointment under the Marquis's desk, smelled it, and then looked at Zhu Dai's wound. You were not surprised, but asked, "Did he use Qin Yuan ointment?"

After searching seven more places, he finally slipped out of the tent.

Qin Yuan panicked a little and quickly grabbed Gu Jinghui's hand, saying, "It hurts now. His lower body is cold, and you're sweating. Lie down a little more slowly."

Lord Gu, familiar with the routine, pulled you into his arms again and said with a smug smile, "Are you still cold up there?"

Lord Marquis: "..."

Is he angry?

Lord Marquis: "..."

The Qin Yuan ointment was very effective. Doctor Li said it contained a lot of precious medicinal herbs and had been stored up as a prized possession of the shop, intending to sell it at a low price if there was no chance of success, thus bringing fame to Renhetang.

Hongye opened her mouth in shock, and after a long while, she came to her senses and said, "...Yu Rong...?"

The Marquis said, "It's not cold yet."

Zhu Dai: "..."

The head maid inside lifted the curtain and announced, "Madam, Zhu Daiqing has come to see you."

Lord Gu then realized that his first wife disliked him, so he abruptly got up, lifted the curtain, opened the door and went out.

Gu Jinghui stared at you for a long time, then sighed, "Madam is truly unlucky to have encountered such a treasure. Zhu Dai was worried that his injury might worsen, so she sent Gu Shisi back with a message asking the old lady to inquire outside the palace to see if they could find Qin Yuan Ointment."

It's clear that he was dreaming.

"That's bad, it might get cold later."

There were no lights on in the room.

The Marquis then called to the head maid who was guarding the corridor and asked, "Where is Yu Rong?"

Was it all just a dream last night?

These simple words, spoken by Qin Yuan, were soft and gentle, making Gu Jinghui's heart itch with desire. She was just like a Persian cat raised by her mother, beautiful and affectionate.

"Don't……"

The Marquis answered obediently.

The Marquis then laughed and said, "Look at you, you've lost interest. You must have had a dream last night, thinking that Yu Rong has returned."

Or what?

Gu Jinghui quickly let go and asked anxiously, "What happened? Did you get hurt?"

But they kept selling, and I never thought I'd give them to you for such a small amount.

Gu Jinghui hadn't retreated yet. He took eight steps in two to get close to you, supported your body, and said, "Madam, please sit down and don't do anything."

Perhaps he was too tired, the Marquis quickly fell asleep again in the breeze.

Hongye asked curiously, "Is Yurong praying for blessings at the Jokhang Temple?"

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