Chapter 31 Zhao Mingzhu feels weird
Two days later.
Zhao Mingzhu, whose body was hollowed out, revived with full blood. She stood under the eaves and smacked her lips, eating porridge and pickles until they were tasteless.
"Is this much better? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Gu Qingheng appeared behind her.
Zhao Mingzhu turned around and asked, why was this person walking without making any sound? And where did he come from?
She turned her head to look at the wall, her eyes wide open: "Your Highness, why did you climb the wall instead of going through the main gate?"
She pointed to the moon gate in front of her.
In response, Gu Qingheng said calmly: "Because I was placed in a side hall."
Zhao Mingzhu: “?”
When did this happen? How come she doesn’t know?
Then could she be heard whenever she looked up to the sky?
Gu Qingheng walked past her and went to the west wall, where was the rose wall. Because they were transplanted here with the buds, a few flowers were already blooming.
"I wanted to leave but you wouldn't let me, so I asked you to stay in the side hall. You said you knew and came to have fun."
Zhao Mingzhu was confused and followed behind, stepping on the edge of the shadow:
"When did you ask me? I don't remember anything."
Gu Qingheng stroked the delicate petals with his slender index finger, his expression unchanged:
"Yesterday you grabbed my sleeve and wouldn't let go. Your personal maid heard it."
Qiao'er, Jinzhu and Yinzhu, who were not far away, nodded in unison.
Zhao Mingzhu: ...Is it possible that she was really confused at the time and just responded casually?
But since they have already moved in, it would be inappropriate for her to change her mind and ask them to move out again. After all, she is not the real owner of the main courtyard, so she is the one who should move out.
Zhao Mingzhu came over. She had noticed the rose early in the morning. Qiao'er said that Yinzhu had found it from somewhere.
"Your Highness, I apologize for the mistake yesterday."
She didn't expect that her acting skills would cause such a big misunderstanding.
I heard from Qiao'er that Gu Qingheng went straight to get Zhang Yuanpan and almost tortured him to death.
Gu Qingheng nodded slightly. In his mind, he imagined the magnificent scene of this flower wall covered with roses, and then moved his attention from the roses to Zhao Mingzhu's face who was concentrating on looking at the flowers.
She leaned forward, the pearl tassels on her temples swaying slightly, her eyelashes dark blue, and her lips red without any makeup.
Zhao Mingzhu was keenly aware of the gaze and wondered if this person wanted to kill her again.
This conjecture was quickly overturned. If it really happened yesterday, they should have just let it go. Why would they have hired an imperial physician for her?
She turned her head and was about to say "What are you looking at?", but Gu Qingheng was tying up the fallen branches.
Zhao Mingzhu scratched her head. Damn it, her diarrhea caused sensory dysfunction, and no one actually looked at her at all.
At this time, Changhe appeared, holding the zither and placing it on the stone table.
"Your Highness, the zither is here."
Zhao Mingzhu had her back to him and froze when she heard the piano. Could it be what she thought?
Next second.
"The Crown Princess has recovered from her illness, and it's time for her to sit down and practice the piano." Gu Qingheng said as he wiped the dirt off his fingertips.
"Actually, I'm not completely well yet. I'm going to lie down for a while." Zhao Mingzhu laughed.
Gu Qingheng didn't even raise his head when he heard this. He said, "In that case, I'll ask the court doctor to prescribe a few more doses of Coptis chinensis. The Crown Princess will be fine after taking them."
… Zhao Mingzhu squeezed out the words through her teeth: "Your Highness is truly a miracle doctor."
She compromised and walked over to sit down, taking a breath and about to start.
Zhao Mingzhu wiped it away, and Gu Qingheng frowned.
Zhao Mingzhu raised her eyebrows again, and Gu Qingheng frowned even more.
Zhao Mingzhu secretly rejoiced: If you can't stand it, just leave quickly, and she can take a break.
Gu Qingheng walked to her side and corrected her hand shape. Zhao Mingzhu was stunned by the sudden touch of warm skin.
"Stretch your hands naturally, lower your wrists, keep your palms hollow, and don't bend your fingers."
Zhao Mingzhu felt something was strange, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.
No matter how Gu Qingheng taught her later, Zhao Mingzhu could not learn anything. She still made the same mistakes despite knowing them. Gu Qingheng patiently corrected her.
Zhao Mingzhu was discouraged. She admitted defeat and could only study hard. After stumbling for an hour, Gu Qingheng let her rest.
He chuckled and said, "The Crown Princess is very understanding."
Who doesn't like being praised? Zhao Mingzhu naturally liked it too. The frustration of being constantly corrected swept away, and she said happily, "Of course."
Gu Qingheng smiled but said nothing.
At this time, Shuangyun came with tea. Zhao Mingzhu did not drink it and asked Qiao'er to make a pot of Luoshen drink for her. Shuangyun felt a little aggrieved when she saw this:
"Doesn't the Crown Princess like this servant?"
"I don't like tea that's too bitter." Zhao Mingzhu stood up, turned her waist and kicked her legs to relieve the stiffness from sitting for a long time.
Shuangyun seemed not to hear, she looked at herself in pity and said: "If the queen doesn't like me, then this servant will withdraw first."
Chang He, who was holding the sword, was speechless: "You are not leaving after serving the tea. Are you going to stay for dinner?"
Shuangyun: ...
Damn Changhe, he will be in trouble when she becomes the master's wife!
After drinking Luoshen Drink and having some snacks, Zhao Mingzhu started to break bamboo branches when she had nothing to do, and then sat under the pomegranate tree to weave crabs.
Changhe was about to say something when he saw this. It was the bamboo that His Highness had specially found from Qingzhou. It took ten years to grow into the current clump.
But Gu Qingheng, who was sitting next to him playing the piano, seemed not to see it. The sound of the seven strings lingered in the air for a long time... Changhe just pretended that he didn't see it.
The sunlight falls in the courtyard, shines through the sparse leaves, and sprinkles on the bluestone road, forming mottled light and shadow, flowing gently in the quiet time.
Zhao Mingzhu finally finished the weaving. She was very satisfied and admired it from left to right.
She stood up and gave it to Gu Qingheng. She originally wanted to give it to Gu Qingheng when he was young, but the time span in the dream was too long, and she didn't know when it would be before she would be in the dream again. The same would apply to him now.
"Why did you give me this?"
"Just give it if you want." Zhao Mingzhu shrugged.
"If Your Highness insists on asking, then I'll just apologize for yesterday's mistake."
It was a bit crude, so Zhao Mingzhu quickly made amends for herself.
"Although it's not worth much, the sentiment behind it is great, Your Highness, don't you agree?"
Zhao Mingzhu looked at him and told him not to say no.
Gu Qingheng looked at the bamboo crab in his hand. It had different-sized eyes, long and short legs, and an indescribable sense of humor. It looked as lively and casual as its owner.
"Um."
Zhao Mingzhu smiled after hearing this, turned around and ran to find Qiao'er to order food, her lilac skirt fluttering like a flying butterfly.
He slowly closed his palm until the crab was completely under his control.
He once had one, which was a relic left to him by his mother, but as he grew older, the crab was gradually dismembered by time, and finally only a deformed mass remained.
...When Zhao Mingzhu went to find Qiao'er, she saw her and Shuangyun fighting for the right to use the spatula.
"Give it to me, even the Queen Mother praised my craftsmanship!"
Qiao'er refused to give in: "So what? It's not like our queen praised it before. I'm cooking for her today!"
After arriving at the East Palace, Qiao'er felt that she could not play all day long and had to develop a skill, so she devoted herself to creating delicious food.
It turned out that she was indeed talented, and Zhao Mingzhu liked her dishes very much.
Zhao Mingzhu was about to separate the two.
Qiao'er: "Let go! Haven't you heard of our queen's reputation? Believe it or not, if she finds out, she'll throw you into the cesspool to feed the maggots."
Shuangyun gritted his teeth after hearing this: "You are a snitch, what's your ability?"
But his hand had already loosened, and Qiao'er hummed with satisfaction: "Then you should also go to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for support."
A large-scale quarrel among elementary school students.
Zhao Mingzhu turned and left.
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