Chapter 57: How can a scholar's affairs be called a request?
When I returned to the East Palace, Qiao'er and Jin Yinzhu were waiting at the door.
"Would your Majesty like a midnight snack?"
Zhao Mingzhu, who had eaten wild food before, shook her head repeatedly: "I've eaten, three bowls of wontons." She swung her white fingers.
After hearing this, Qiao'er went to fetch some water. When she came back, she saw Gu Qingheng sitting at the desk. She seemed to be suspicious and left to take a look.
That’s right, it’s so late, why is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince still here?
Jin Yinzhu was also aware of this matter. They all knew that the master and mistress had never slept in the same bed.
Are we going to stay together today?
Carbohydrates make people drowsy, so Zhao Mingzhu changed her clothes and climbed onto the bed. After touching the cat, she closed her eyes and lay there.
Gu Qingheng also looked calm and ordered Jinzhu to bring bedding and make the bed.
After a moment, Qiao'er and Jin Yinzhu looked at each other in bewilderment. Qiao'er opened her mouth and said, "Then the servants will withdraw."
Zhao Mingzhu was a little full after eating, and she burped loudly in her sleep, and opened her mouth to sing a song.
"Ya Lazo!"
But just as the shouting started, Zhao Mingzhu noticed something was wrong. She turned her head and looked over. Her sleepiness had been scared away. There was someone behind the screen?!
"Your Highness, I really don't dare. You don't have to stay here and stare at me." Zhao Mingzhu was fully awake, turned over, and then Chunchun persuaded:
"Really, I'm not that ignorant. Why should I bother you sleeping on the small bed? It's so hard and uncomfortable."
No, why did he fall asleep?! Why didn't anyone remind her?
The glass lamp in the corner is dim, and a slender and upright figure can be vaguely seen among the waves on the landscape screen.
"I know. It's not hard. It's comfortable."
The words were concise and to the point. Zhao Mingzhu was about to say something more when she heard Gu Qingheng's voice as clear as broken jade.
"The Crown Princess can't sleep, so why not memorize the music?"
This sentence worked wonders, and Zhao Mingzhu quickly lay down: "Forget it."
But after just a cup of tea, Zhao Mingzhu suddenly asked, "Your Highness, are you asleep? I can't sleep."
Gu Qingheng half closed his eyes: "I can't sing a lullaby."
Then he heard the sound of someone getting out of bed and running towards him. He opened his eyes and saw Zhao Mingzhu's furry head popping out from behind the screen.
Gu Qingheng met her eyes and heard Zhao Mingzhu say shyly:
"Well, I don't want Your Highness to sing a lullaby, but you have to give me one of the two children. I can't sleep without them."
Two cats were curled up in a ball beside Gu Qingheng.
In the past, these two cats would take turns sleeping with each other at night, and they were masters of keeping a balance.
But today, Zhao Mingzhu and Gu Qingheng lived in the same room, and they completely forgot about the matter of keeping water, and favored one over the other, and gathered together to sleep with Gu Qingheng.
Zhao Mingzhu felt jealous and curled her lips, saying that she would deduct all the snacks for tomorrow.
Gu Qingheng felt somewhat helpless. He propped up his legs and sat up. "Which one does the Crown Princess want to take away?"
Zhao Mingzhu immediately smiled happily. She bent down and muttered which one was better, then she grabbed both with both hands and took them away.
"Good boy, good boy, let's go."
When Gu Qingheng saw that after she held the cat, her face looked like a cat stealing fish, he couldn't help but laugh.
Zhao Mingzhu covered Wuyun and Orange. Fortunately, the two little ones were obedient. They fiddled around with each other and then fell asleep together.
Zhao Mingzhu opened her eyes and looked at the gauze curtain. She turned left and right, and her movements became more and more vigorous, causing the bed to creak.
"Princess."
Zhao Mingzhu was delighted, thinking that the other party would definitely not be able to stand such noise. If he continued, she would just go and sleep next door.
Gu Qingheng's voice rang out: "Could the Crown Princess be someone who holds grudges?"
Zhao Mingzhu wondered what the question was. As it was late at night, her eyelids were drooping, so she casually said:
"Of course, all the losses I've suffered will be engraved on my tombstone after I die."
He is just a coward who hates everything and has almost no ability to take revenge.
When she thought about it carefully today, she realized that there was still an element of gambling in this. If Gu Xun had been a little more cautious, he might not have been fooled, or even turned the tables.
Then she will be the one in trouble.
After a long time, there was no response from behind the screen. It was not the first time that Zhao Mingzhu was in the same room with Gu Qingheng, so she slowly fell into a deep sleep.
As we enter early summer, the cicadas outside the window chirp incessantly, and cool breezes blow from time to time in the dense bamboo forest.
Gu Qingheng seemed to be talking to himself a lot: "If I were deceived, would it be like this?"
But the only answer he got was his slow breathing.
At this time, there was a figure outside the door. Gu Qingheng had a calm expression and he got up and went out.
Changshu, who was waiting outside, said respectfully, "Your Highness, those who should be punished have been dealt with, and all traces left by the Crown Princess have been erased."
"And this blood, Changhe asked his subordinates to bring it back."
Gu Qingheng remained noncommittal after hearing this: "Give it to Bo Ling. From now on, when the Crown Princess goes out to play, you will follow her and protect her secretly."
Changshu never questioned his orders.
"yes."
At the East Palace Medicine House, Bo Ling put on his coat and looked at the vial of blood in his hand in surprise:
"You got it so quickly? Did His Highness take action against Prince Jing in advance?"
This is not in line with the original plan and is too far in advance.
Bo Ling frowned. Zhao Mingzhu would become the variable...
"It was the Crown Princess who used your drug to knock Prince Jing unconscious, and Changhe took his blood."
Changshu felt that this matter was actually quite coincidental. The Crown Princess happened to take action and also happened to give them the opportunity to take blood.
After Bo Ling heard the whole story, his frown gradually relaxed and the corners of his mouth began to twitch.
"I originally thought it would take some time before we could start developing the antidote. I was surprised that the Crown Princess acted so quickly."
After hearing this, Changshu said, "Don't be surprised. His Highness said that if you dare to slack off at work, you will be tied to the millstone and whipped three times a day."
Bo Ling's eyes widened upon hearing this. This was the master he had been searching for with so much difficulty?!
Are they treating a talented person like him like a donkey?!
Good, good, good! Bo Ling couldn't help but clap his hands: "His Royal Highness is His Royal Highness. I'm convinced."
Changshu wanted to leave, but after hearing this, he turned around and said, "What are you complaining about? It was you who begged His Highness to accept you, risking your life to do so. Originally, His Highness had five candidates."
Bo Ling defeated his opponents thanks to his howling voice. They thought that if a war broke out, hanging Bo Ling on the flag would be very useful to boost the morale of the army.
Moreover, Bo Ling sold herself to His Highness for life in one go, which was a great bargain and would be worth the money.
Bo Ling was choked. He tried to defend himself: "How can a scholar ask for help? That's self-recommendation!"
Changshu curled his lips and said, "You are not very good at studying. You should hurry up and pass the imperial examination. Otherwise, even if you want to see me in the future..."
Bo Ling put away his playful smile, covered the tree with his hands, and said earnestly:
"Please, don't nag me. I know. Please go back."
Changshu pulled his hand away, stopped talking, and turned away.
Looking at the figure disappearing in the night, Bo Ling subconsciously looked at the jade pen at his waist, whose owner had been completely forgotten.
There was a hint of sadness in Bo Ling's eyes, and he didn't know when he would see her again.
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