Shen Yuyao fed the medicine in the bowl into the monk's already cracked lips.
At first, the monk kept his lips tightly closed. As soon as Shen Yuyao fed him some, the medicine began to flow out from the corners of his mouth.
The monk was near death.
Shen Yuyao quickly gave the monk an injection at the Baihui and Yongquan points, which softened his muscles all over his body.
Shen Yuyao pinched the monk's cheeks with both hands and fed him the medicine drop by drop through his teeth.
It took him an hour to feed half a bowl of medicine.
The black color on the monk's face slowly faded away as the medicine went down his throat.
After feeding the monk the medicine, although his face was still pale, Shen Yuyao knew that the strange poison in his body had been eliminated, and he would be cured after taking the medicine to replenish qi and blood for a few days.
"Miss, the little fairy princess has fallen asleep." Zi Su lowered her voice, "Let me carry the little princess back to her room to sleep."
Shen Yuyao nodded. Seeing that the monk had fallen into a deep sleep, she stood up and walked out.
Outside the yard, Xia Yu was sitting on a stone bench, lost in thought.
Tang Wei stood behind Xia Yu with a serious expression on his face.
Shen Yuyao walked to Xia Yu and bowed, "Your Majesty."
Xia Yu raised his head, pursed his lips slightly, and tightened his jaw.
Only when he saw Shen Yuyao did a hint of tenderness flash in his eyes.
"Yuyao, monk..."
Shen Yuyao only felt that Xia Yu at this moment seemed to have lost his former immaturity and arrogance. Now he looked more resolute and solemn, and his kingly aura was becoming more and more powerful.
"The monk is fine, Your Highness, there is no need to worry." Shen Yuyao suddenly wanted to test Xia Yu. How much did he know?
"But, I don't understand why this monk is so highly valued by the prince."
"Hmm..." Xia Yu suddenly looked at Tang Wei behind him, "Well..."
Tang Wei knew that the couple had something to say, so he bowed and took his leave. "Your Highness, Princess, I will escort the baggage back on the road tomorrow. I will take my leave now and see you in Yanjing."
"Thank you, Lord Tang." Xia Yu and Shen Yuyao stood up at the same time and returned the greeting.
Seeing Tang Wei walk away, Xia Yu slowly sat down and said, "Yuyao, after we parted the night before, I was able to leave the palace in the early morning."
"After leaving the palace, I went to Shanghe Market and thought about buying a toy for the little princess to amuse her."
Xia Yu's expression relaxed.
What Xia Yu didn't say was that he also wanted to personally choose some nice jewelry to give to Shen Yuyao. This was the first time he wanted to give her a gift since the emperor granted her the marriage.
"I just happened to walk to Yuelai Tea House, but was stopped by this monk..."
That day, Xia Yu came to Baoyuanhao in Shangheji, which was King Ning's darkroom in the capital.
Apart from Shen Yuyao, even the emperor's Jinyiwei were unaware of this place.
The shopkeeper and clerks in Baoyuanhao were all invited by Xia Yu himself in Shengjing.
These shopkeepers and their clerks are not business geniuses, nor do they need to find ways to make money every month.
They all have one thing in common: they are all mute.
Except for the shopkeeper, all the employees are illiterate.
All they knew was that Xia Yu was a wealthy young man from Yanjing.
There are many pigeons raised in Baoyuanhao.
Every day, the shopkeeper and his staff's job is to help the young master receive the letters brought back by the pigeons.
There were always people sending letters, and the young man asked the shopkeeper to tie all the letters to pigeons and let them fly away.
For such a simple job, the shopkeeper earned ten taels of silver per month and the clerk earned five taels of silver per month.
Boss and his clerks, you must be as loyal as possible to this noble young man Xia Yu.
On the Baoyuan, after changing out of his night clothes, Xia Yu thought about going to the best jewelry store in the city to pick out two unique pieces of jewelry.
As soon as I walked into Yuelai Tea House, I was bumped into by a ragged monk.
Xia Yu was a little obsessed with mysophobia. He was frowning and shaking his clothes when the monk spoke first.
"I have seen you, young master, with a face like a crown of jade and a figure like a pine tree. You are truly the image of a prince!"
Xia Yu often went to Shangheji, where he met these so-called fortune tellers who just ate and drank for free. They just used auspicious words to deceive ignorant women and children.
Xia Yu had disguised himself at this time and didn't want to cause any more trouble, so he thought of spending some small change to get rid of the matter.
Xia Yu took out some silver from his sleeve and put it in the monk's hand, but unexpectedly the monk returned the silver to him.
Xia Yu thought the monk thought it was too little, so he took out another ingot and gave it to him, but the monk still returned it to him immediately.
Just as Xia Yu smiled helplessly and shook his head to leave, the monk leaned close to Xia Yu's ear and whispered in a very low voice: "Your Majesty's envoy is here to serve you. I present a white hat for Your Majesty to wear."
Xia Yu was shocked and his hand had already clenched the hilt of the sword.
The monk called him the King, which meant he had already seen through Xia Yu's identity.
At this time, the monk only needed to shout loudly to attract the Jinyiwei, and the news that Xia Yu had returned to Beijing without an imperial edict would be reported back to the palace within an hour.
But Xia Yu saw that the monk was neither greedy for money nor had any intention of murdering Xia Yu.
So what exactly does he want to do?
Xia Yu became curious instead.
Xia Yu calmed himself down and pondered the monk's words carefully again in his mind, only then did he understand the meaning.
Xia Yu's expression changed drastically, becoming uncertain.
Although he felt that what the monk said was too far-fetched, he still bowed and said, "We are fortunate to meet today. How about we have a cup of tea and a good chat?"
The monk readily agreed.
The two of them stayed in Yuelai Tea House and talked until the moonlight was like water and the breeze was blowing gently.
It seems like we met too late.
Only when Yuelai Tea House closed did the two of them feel hungry.
For a full eight hours, Xia Yu and the monk did not eat a single grain of rice.
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