Chapter 322 Recovering from Injury
When Chen Mingan was dragged over, blood was all over the floor.
Zhu Huaizhen was lying on a black lacquered and gold-painted beauty couch surrounded by scrolls of poetry and paintings, holding a round fan with a mahogany handle embroidered with pomegranates, cats and butterflies, and moving it from time to time, as lazy as a Persian cat, while listening to "Peach Blossom Fan".
Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.
"Tu Mi, light the incense to dispel evil." Zhu Huaizhen stretched and jumped off the beauty bed.
The ingredients of this exorcist incense are agarwood, cloves, amomum villosum, perilla, musk, bletilla striata, and camphor. First, clean the agarwood and soak it in a musk solution for a day and a night. Remove the agarwood and dry it in the shade. Grind it into a fine powder and set aside. Next, grind the cloves, amomum villosum, perilla, and an appropriate amount of camphor into a fine powder and set aside. Next, grind the bletilla striata to extract the sticky juice and mix it with the two incense powders to make two different incense pills. Finally, place the agarwood powder incense pill on top and the mixed incense pills made with cloves, amomum villosum, perilla, and camphor below, and press them into a fragrant cake.
Then, Zhu Huaizhen instructed the servant to take off Chen Ming'an's bloody clothes, bandage his wounds, and change him into clean clothes, all in one go.
Of course, Chen Ming'an groaned in pain a few times, and the servant hesitated to take action, and was scolded by Zhu Huaizhen instead.
He didn't even look at the time. If Zhu Huaizhen wasn't waiting for Chen Mingan, why would he listen to the opera? He was yawning continuously.
"Your Highness, do you need to prepare food?" Tu Mi asked in a low voice.
Ahem, preparing food in the middle of the night would cost a lot of money, and Zhu Huai really couldn't bear it.
"Then it's a bowl of plain noodles, with broth made from an old hen, chopped green onions, and a soft-boiled egg." Zhu Huaizhen curled his lips.
"Princess Ronghua, isn't it too plain?" The servant frowned.
"Do you have money?" Zhu Huaizhen spread out his pair of white and tender little hands.
Okay, the servant won’t respond.
However, when Tu Mi brought a bowl of plain noodles, Chen Ming'an looked disheartened and refused to eat.
"Princess Ronghua, what should we do? My prince doesn't like plain noodles. Why don't you feed him some?" the servant said softly.
Seeing this, Zhu Huaizhen rolled his eyes.
This is because I have read too many storybooks.
So, Zhu Huaizhen took the spoon, scooped up the soup, poked it with his fingers to test the temperature, then pinched Chen Mingan's chin open and poured it directly into his mouth.
Tsk tsk, how can someone who hasn’t eaten for a long time resist the aroma of a bowl of Yangchun noodles.
Sure enough, Chen Mingan swallowed it.
"Okay, Chen Mingan, stop being so pretentious. Finish your noodles and don't waste my money." Zhu Huaizhen said angrily.
However, Chen Mingan fell down again and curled up into a ball.
"Chen Ming'an, tell me, do I have the ability to put your grandmother and aunt in the dungeon to keep you company? After all, your father committed treason and collaborating with the enemy." Zhu Huaizhen folded his arms, looking down at you, as proud as a peacock.
"Zhu Huaizhen, you dare!" Chen Mingan glared at Zhu Huaizhen fiercely.
After saying that, he tried to pick up a bowl of noodles, but his wrist was broken and he couldn't use any strength.
Zhu Huaizhen looked at it and could only sigh helplessly, then fed Chen Mingan and finished the bowl of noodles.
"Princess Ronghua, my prince is recuperating with you, and I feel relieved." The servant bowed deeply and left.
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