Chapter 62: Prince Jing will attend the banquet
He was very smart and had a photographic memory, so when he returned home he secretly made himself a wooden rabbit exactly like the one he had made.
But the rabbit was soon discovered by his younger brother, who brought his mother over and threw his rabbit into the brazier. He also rushed over to grab it, and his hands were burned with blisters.
The cook who was carrying out the ginseng soup was startled when she saw two people huddled together, and she almost dropped the soup in her hand.
Shen Shuwei came back to her senses and saw the surprise in the cook's eyes. She realized belatedly that she and Zhao Yun were too close. In the eyes of outsiders, it was like they were rubbing ears together. She quickly distanced herself.
"Send the ginseng soup to big brother while it's still hot, and remind him to get enough rest and not get too tired." Shen Shuwei instructed.
The cook walked away, looking back every few steps. Although she had not been in the Shen family for a long time, she could see that the third daughter of the Shen family was a kind-hearted person, and the monthly salary she gave to their servants was more generous than that of other families.
Although Mr. Jing is good-looking, he spends the whole day doing nothing at the Shen family. Miss San is so young, don't be fooled by a man's appearance.
As for a man, you have to find one who is rich and capable. It’s useless to just have a good look.
Hearing the concern for Shen Heng revealed in Shen Shuwei's words, Zhao Yun pressed his thumb on the wound on his index finger that he had cut with his own hands. The sharp pain made him suppress the irritation growing in his heart.
He stared at the adorable wooden rabbit and raised the corners of his lips.
No one liked his carved wooden rabbit, which was as unlikable as he was.
Unpleasant people should disappear from everyone's sight, and the same goes for unpleasant rabbits.
Chen Shuwei watched the cook go away, then turned around and saw Zhao Yun holding the rabbit in his palm, his eyes fixed on the leaping fire in the stove.
Seeing her looking at him, Zhao Yun retracted his gaze, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and his voice became soft.
"Miss doesn't like this rabbit, does she?"
Shen Shuwei looked at him with a puzzled expression. She always felt that Zhao Yun was not asking about the wooden rabbit, but about himself.
She followed Zhao Yun's gaze towards the blazing fire, her eyes flickering, "What if I don't like you?"
Zhao Yun smiled and rubbed the polished wooden rabbit with his fingertips. "It's okay, I'll find another one that the young lady likes."
Chen Shuwei keenly noticed that he was in a worse mood than when she first came. She reached out and took the rabbit from his palm, then held his palm and turned it over, pointing to the scar and asking a question.
“Why don’t you take medicine?”
Zhao Yun's complexion looked visibly better, and even the corners of his mouth were slightly raised compared to before.
"I'm anxious to apologize to the young lady, but I'm afraid she won't forgive me if it's too late."
Chen Shuwei raised his eyelids and glanced at him, but did not point out his little thoughts.
It seems that the madness has passed and he no longer calls me "Miss".
"Go sit over there." Chen Shuwei pointed casually at the broken bench in the kitchen with a missing leg.
"I'll go find some medicine."
Zhao Yun walked over leisurely, lifted up her skirt and sat on the creaking bench that seemed like it would fall apart at any moment.
She didn't feel bad about her precious silk dress getting stained with ashes.
Shen Shuwei took another look at the person, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.
A stool made him look like a prince.
Realizing that Shen Shuwei was looking at him, Zhao Yun raised his face and gave her a gentle and pure smile.
Chen Shuwei hurriedly withdrew his gaze and went back to his yard to find medicine to stop the bleeding.
Looking at the golden wound powder in my hand, I remembered that Doctor Yun said that this medicine is fast-acting but irritating, and it will hurt more than ordinary wound medicine when sprinkled on it.
Chen Shuwei pursed her lips, put down the bottle of gold powder, and took another bottle given to her by her second brother. This was bought by her second brother from a Western Region merchant for twenty taels of silver. It was specially suitable for women to apply. The medicine was mild in nature but had a strange fragrance.
Jing Yin even resisted taking medicine, so he must be afraid of the pain when treating his wounds.
Chen Shuwei returned to the kitchen with a small porcelain vase of exquisite shape. Zhao Yun was still in the same posture as when she left, sitting alone on a small broken stool with his long arms and legs.
"Hand." Shen Shuwei said concisely.
Zhao Yun blinked slowly and handed her his injured hand obediently.
As soon as they pulled the cork out of the bottle, a strong aroma spread between the two of them.
Zhao Yun lowered his eyes and stared at the porcelain bottle, not saying a word as Shen Shuwei applied the medicine and bandaged his wound.
"Will the lady change the medicine for me tomorrow?" Zhao Yun looked at Shen Shuwei with clear eyes and asked softly.
Shen Shuwei refused without a second thought, put the bottle away and stuffed it into his arms, "Didn't you buy someone when you went grocery shopping? Let him treat your wound."
Zhao Yun was visibly unhappy. Chen Shuwei was too lazy to pay attention to him and got up to find Chen Zhang.
Her second brother said he had something to talk to her about in the afternoon, but she hadn't asked what it was yet.
After Shen Shuwei left, Zhao Yun took out the exquisite little porcelain bottle, with undisguised disgust in his eyes.
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When Shen Shuwei arrived at Shen Zhang's courtyard, Shen Zhang had just finished demonstrating his skills with a spear and came out of the ear room after taking a shower and changing his clothes, with a refreshing scent of soapberry on his body.
"Second brother, is there something you want to talk to me about?" Shen Shuwei asked.
Shen Zhang took out a pressed visiting card from the desk and handed it to her, his face not looking good. "This is the invitation for the Crown Prince's flower viewing banquet. One of our Shen family members must go."
This invitation was delivered to the Imperial Guards Office by the Crown Prince's men this morning. He knew that the Crown Prince was trying to win over the Shen family or him, otherwise, with their father being a fourth-rank assistant minister and him being a fifth-rank military officer, it would not be the Crown Prince's turn to invite them personally.
If someone else had received the prince's invitation, they would have been overjoyed, eager to dress up beautifully and attend the banquet. But when Chen Zhang received the invitation, his face fell, and without a second thought, he asked the sender if his family could not go.
The answer is naturally no.
Chen Zhang stared at the invitation with an increasingly grim expression, "If you don't want to go, I'll find a way to postpone it."
Shen Shuwei knew Shen Zhang's concerns. The Shen family had no intention of getting involved in any prince's fight for the throne, so they would naturally avoid the prince's attempts to win him over.
Chen Shu slightly curved his eyes and took the invitation. "It's okay, it's just a flower viewing party. I can handle it."
Shen Zhang looked at Shen Shuwei and agreed without any complaints, feeling a little guilty. He couldn't help but rub her head and whispered, "I know this is unfair to you. The Shen family has two daughters, but they let you go--"
"Second brother." Shen Shuwei interrupted him, pulled his hand down from his head, and laughed: "Ayang can't handle this kind of situation. It's really my turn to deal with this matter."
Seeing that Chen Shuwei was so sensible, Chen Zhang felt even more uncomfortable. "I will ask Xiao Chifeng to take good care of you that day. You should also be careful. I heard that the prince's flower viewing banquet was held for the prince of Liangzhou, King Jing."
"This person has a sinister temperament and is difficult to get along with. If you run into him, avoid him if you can."
"And don't wear perfumed clothes on that day. Prince Jing seems to dislike the scent of women and even had a palace maid executed for it."
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