Chapter 437 It’s hard for the prince to worry
Mo Jinchuan ignored him and just looked at Song Yanxi and asked, "Miss Song, have you finished your meal?"
Before she could answer, the brother and sister said in unison, "No!"
Mo Jinchuan frowned slightly and said, "No problem, let's go after we finish eating."
Song Yanxi put down her chopsticks and stood up: "Let's go, we'll talk on the way."
It must be something important that can make His Royal Highness Prince Jin come here so early in the morning.
It’s just breakfast, it doesn’t make much difference whether you eat it or not.
Seeing this, the two kids wanted to follow, but were stopped by Mo Jinchuan with a look.
"Second brother..." Jiaojiao felt aggrieved.
Ziheng drank his porridge slowly and leisurely, and his serious little face seemed to have the words "Don't talk while eating and don't talk while sleeping" written on it.
It's clear there's no room for negotiation.
Zixu clenched his fists unwillingly, but still sat down obediently.
Although my second brother doesn’t hit people, he will complain!
He didn't even have to say anything, all he had to do was stand in front of his father or eldest brother and his bottom would be in trouble.
The more Zixu thought about it, the angrier he became. He turned his grief and anger into appetite, and ate the buns in one hand and the pancake in the other, consuming them with such delicious taste.
Seeing that calling him brother was useless, Jiaojiao simply gave up resisting and ate obediently with her small bowl in hand.
The two bamboos watched in amazement.
They had originally thought that once the young lady left with the prince, the two younger gentlemen would definitely want to follow them.
Maybe she will cry and make a fuss again, causing everyone a lot of trouble like she did last night.
As a result, this...
This is such a relief.
Jiaojiao raised her little face from the bowl and said in a baby voice, "Sister, Jiaojiao wants more."
Zhuzhi hurried forward and filled a small bowl of porridge, but she didn't dare to give it to the little girl because she couldn't estimate her appetite.
Seeing Ziheng nodded, I felt relieved.
Jiaojiao held the bowl and said sweetly, "Thank you, sister!"
Zhuzhi said with a look of panic, "Miss Jiaojiao, you are embarrassing me."
Before she could speak again, Zixu, with a grown-up look on his face, corrected her, "It's not sister, it's aunt."
Zhuzhi: "Young Master and Young Lady, you can call me by my name. My name is Zhuzhi."
Zhu Yu followed her words and said, "My name is Zhu Yu, and I have two younger sisters named Zhu Guo and Zhu Lu."
Zixu nodded solemnly, "What a good name."
With his serious look, if you didn't know him, you would think he was very knowledgeable.
Ziheng glanced at him and said calmly, "Eat."
"oh."
*
In the carriage, Song Yanxi ate freshly baked pastries in small bites, and her expression was complicated as she listened to Mo Jinchuan's explanation.
"Your Highness, are you saying that Princess Shihan's godson has suddenly developed a bowel disease, and His Majesty has appointed me to be fully responsible for his treatment?"
Mo Jinchuan nodded his chin slightly, "Father has sent the imperial physician from the Imperial Hospital, but I don't know the situation yet."
There are so many experts in the Imperial Medical Bureau. Is it necessary for her to go there to treat an intestinal disease?
Song Yanxi felt that the pastry in her mouth was so sweet that it was sickening, so she simply put the remaining half back.
Mo Jinchuan poured her a cup of tea and handed it to her, "It's not to your taste."
Song Yanxi admitted, "It's a bit too sweet."
She glanced at the food box and felt that the color and style were particularly familiar.
Isn’t this the shop where A-Bo usually eats?
Before Song Yanxi could think deeply, she heard An Yi's respectful voice outside, "Master, Miss, we have arrived at the inn."
"No rush."
Mo Jinchuan took out a food box from somewhere, opened the lid, and immediately the sweet fragrance of red dates hit his face.
It turned out to be a box of steaming date cakes.
It is divided into eight parts, and each piece is decorated with an unknown wild flower.
Perhaps it was the heat that stung her eyes, or perhaps it was the unforgettable peaceful days in Hemu Village that made Song Yanxi feel a pang of pain in her nose. She chuckled softly, "It's so cold, I'm sorry to bother you, Your Highness."
"What a coincidence! Flowers shouldn't be blooming at this time of year, but this wild flower just happened to be growing at the base of the wall outside the kitchen."
"So the prince pulled it out cruelly?"
Mo Jinchuan was startled by the question, a trace of annoyance flashed in his dark eyes, "If you don't like it, then..."
Halfway through the conversation, Song Yanxi picked up a piece of date cake and the medicine box in her other hand, saying to the outside, "Thank you."
An Yi lifted the curtain and said in a low voice, "Miss, be careful."
Song Yanxi looked up and saw Zhuang Shihan standing at the door of the post station with a sullen face, talking to Lin Tingfeng.
As if sensing something, she looked up at her, and the moment those eyes, already filled with anger, saw her, they almost caught fire.
If looks could kill, she would have been hacked into pieces by her long ago.
Song Yanxi was speechless.
What does His Majesty's decree have to do with her?
If she really had the courage, she could have gone to the palace to argue with His Majesty instead of trying to make her feel ashamed with her eyes.
Before getting off the carriage, Song Yanxi looked back at Mo Jinchuan who was sitting inside, raised the corner of her lips slightly, and said softly: "Your Highness, please take the trouble to collect the small flowers on the date cake."
Under the other party's expectant gaze, she said seriously: "This thing can be used as medicine."
Watching her leave, An Yi got into the carriage and muttered softly, "This kind of weed isn't everywhere, and no one uses it as medicine."
As he spoke, he picked up a flower and examined it carefully.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt a cold gaze falling on his head.
An Yi decisively withdrew his hand and said with a firm look in his eyes: "The girl said it can be used as medicine, so it must be possible."
*
When Song Yanxi arrived, the imperial physician in the room was pacing anxiously.
From time to time, someone would ask, "Where is Princess Shihan?"
As she walked to the door, she heard someone inside angrily say, "I don't know what Princess Shihan means. She clearly said she can cure it, but she's unwilling to do anything.
This child is breathing in more than out right now. Are we really going to watch him die in pain?"
All those present were doctors. Even though their original intentions in serving in the palace were far less than before, they were not so cruel as to watch someone die without helping.
But the child was seriously injured and his teeth were clenched so tightly that he couldn't even swallow a mouthful of medicine. They really had no other choice.
"Isn't it said that this child is Princess Shihan's newly adopted son? Even for this reason, she shouldn't stand idly by!"
"Don't speak too soon. Who knows whether the princess is unwilling or unable to take action?"
"What does Doctor Qi mean by this?"
Everyone looked at the person who spoke.
Doctor Qi stroked his beard and was about to have a good talk with them, but he caught a glimpse of Song Yanxi standing at the door with a medicine box and immediately stopped talking.
Everyone followed the sight and someone recognized Song Yanxi and said hurriedly, "It's Princess Yong'an."
An old man in his sixties slowly turned around, met Song Yanxi's eyes, and nodded his chin slightly.
Then he said, "Now that the princess has arrived, please quickly give this child acupuncture."
Upon hearing this, Doctor Qi couldn't help but snort, "Old Xi is really good at making things difficult for people. Princess Yong'an is only slightly knowledgeable in medicine, and she hasn't studied medicine under a proper master, so how could she possibly know acupuncture?"
The old man's face suddenly darkened, and he asked coldly, "Why, did you, Qi Lao Er, see it with your own eyes?"
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