Zhang Yue was dressed up today, wearing a dark green Shu brocade dress with scattered flowers, a red hairpin adorning her delicate hair, and exquisite makeup. She was looking at King Yan with a smile.
Ever since the day when the King of Yan bestowed the fourteen bottles of golden wound medicine as a reward, rumors spread throughout the palace that Zhang Yue was in favor and Chen Wei was out of favor.
During the five days that Prince Yan was away, Zhang Yue was in high spirits. The princess rewarded her with some jewelry and silks, and the servants in the palace tried their best to please Zhang Yue.
Zhang Yue was like sitting on a cloud, enjoying the pleasure of being admired.
She gradually came to believe that she was different from other women in the palace. As long as she works hard, she will surely gain the long-term favor of King Yan. By the time you give birth to a son or daughter, your wealth and prosperity for the rest of your life will be guaranteed.
Prince Yan must have her in his heart, otherwise, he would not have come to the Rose Garden as soon as he returned.
"Your Highness, I have prepared hot tea. Would you like to have some?" Zhang Yue looked at Prince Yan tenderly.
The maids Cui'er and Fang'er were also secretly happy.
Although they were often tortured by Zhang Yue in the past few days, if Zhang Yue could be favored, the two maids would naturally benefit a lot.
Prince Yan frowned slightly and looked at the woman in front of him.
There was only one thought in my mind: Who is she?
Fugui had served King Yan for the longest time, so he naturally saw King Yan's confusion and hurried forward to explain: "Your Highness, this is Zhang Yue, the master of the Rose Garden. The princess granted her the right to live in the Rose Garden a few days ago. Have you forgotten?"
The King of Yan really forgot.
He had no interest in Zhang Yue and went straight to Fangfei Garden. Zhang Yue watched the tall figure of Prince Yan leaving, feeling as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her from head to toe.
I felt very disappointed.
It's strange, why can't the prince remember her?
Zhang Yue was extremely worried. She immediately stepped forward to stop Fugui and asked anxiously, "Master Fugui, the prince specially sent me fourteen bottles of golden wound medicine. How could the prince forget me?"
Fugui said with pity: "Master Zhang, I'll tell you the truth. The fourteen bottles of golden wound medicine were of average effect and were originally going to be thrown away. The prince couldn't bear to waste them, so he ordered our family to send them to you. Although the prince only gave Master Shen one bottle of medicine, it was carefully prepared by the Imperial Hospital and is indeed top-grade."
Zhang Yue froze where she was, not coming back to her senses for a long time.
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Prince Yan couldn't wait to step into Fangfei Garden.
The lights on the eaves of Fangfei Garden have been replaced with beautiful lotus lanterns, which provide soft light. The gardenias and crape myrtles in the yard are blooming luxuriantly, and there is an exquisite little pavilion by the water.
The pavilion is hung with plain white curtains on three sides, with one side facing the water. A breeze blew, the curtains swayed, and Shen Wei's slender figure was looming.
"Your servant greets the prince." Aunt Rong led the maids and eunuchs to pay their respects.
Shen Wei in the pavilion heard the noise, she happily lifted the curtain, her eyes bright as stars: "The prince is back! I pay my respects to the prince!"
King Yan stepped forward and held Shen Wei's slender arm.
As the weather got warmer, Chen Wei changed into a light green silk dress embroidered with lotus patterns. She combed her black hair into a beautiful cross bun and pinned two transparent green jade hairpins in her hair. She looked like a lotus in clear water, pure and elegant.
Chen Wei looked at Prince Yan eagerly and said with concern: "Your Highness, have you had dinner yet? Your Highness, you have been busy with official duties these days, and I see that you have lost weight. When the lotus seeds in the pond are ripe, I will order someone to make lotus seed and pork ribs soup to nourish your body."
The King of Yan was naturally moved.
He held Shen Wei's slightly warm hand and walked into the chic waterside pavilion. There was a soft couch with a cool mat and a desk for practicing calligraphy in the pavilion.
There were pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk, and Chen Wei was practicing calligraphy in the waterside pavilion. Prince Yan casually picked up a piece of rice paper, on which was Shen Wei's copy of "Spring Banquet".
The handwriting is still ugly, but there is visible improvement.
"While I was away, Weiwei did not neglect practicing calligraphy, which is good." King Yan curled his lips slightly.
Shen Wei wanted to be praised by the little kid, so she said happily: "I want to become a master of calligraphy. I can't bring shame to the prince, so I have to practice calligraphy every day."
King Yan scratched Shen Wei's small nose, and his heart softened.
After having dinner with Shen Wei, Prince Yan and Shen Wei continued to practice calligraphy in the waterside pavilion.
The moonlight was slanting, and the lotus flowers by the water sent out a delicate fragrance. King Yan looked at Shen Wei who was writing seriously. Her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and the corners of her lips were rosy, which was so beautiful that it made people's heart beat faster.
He grabbed Shen Wei's arm and pulled her into his arms, his lips pressed against Shen Wei's ear, his voice hoarse: "Go inside."
Shen Wei’s pretty face flushed: “It’s hot and stuffy in the room, it’s not good.”
Shen Wei leaned close to King Yan's ear and said a few words shyly. King Yan's eyes widened and he smiled, "That's not bad."
The waterside pavilion sways in the wind, and the green waves ripple in the pool.
Fugui and several maids and eunuchs hid far away, not daring to look up. The cool night breeze blew, occasionally lifting the white gauze curtain of the waterside pavilion, revealing two figures entangled, looming.
The green lotus leaves are filled with water droplets. The lotus leaves are bent, and the water drops fall into the water, creating ripples.
It was late at night before Prince Yan carried the weak Chen Wei out of the pavilion. Shen Wei was wrapped in King Yan's black jacket embroidered with gold patterns, and there were red marks dotted on her fair neck that was exposed outside.
Cailian and Caiping had already prepared hot water in the house.
The bathing process was not smooth either. Prince Yan had not had sex for several days, and Shen Wei was in perfect harmony with him physically and mentally, so he couldn't help but have sex twice.
It was late into the night before the two of them changed into comfortable pajamas. Even though Chen Wei was so sleepy that she was about to collapse, she still asked Cai Lian and Cai Ping to bring her two bowls of medicine.
One bowl is her contraceptive soup.
One bowl is King Yan’s cold soup.
Shen Wei's voice was hoarse as she handed a bowl of medicine to Prince Yan: "It's cold outside. I'm worried that Your Majesty will have a cold and headache tomorrow, so I specially asked the maid to cook a cold soup."
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