MTL - Princess too Young, Prince too Old-Chapter 1215 Fanwai's lost beef bone pot
Jiasheng Seventh October Seventh
On the second day of the sixty-sixth birthday of the Empress Dowager, there was a party of joy and peace in the palace, and the most famous opera classes in Dali all came to congratulate Jingshi. The palace has been singing the drama for half a month, all the princess concubines are flattering the queen queen in Cining Palace, except for Lu Zhishan, the prince of the prince.
The day before. His sister-in-law, outside the Imperial Study Room, was punished by a long lived grandfather with a goose feather and snow, and he was unconscious for another day *. It was dark at this time. He just woke up.
The snow hadn't stopped, and it seemed to be getting worse, he leaned on the bed. Enduring the hot pain in his knee, the whole man was stunned, he was out of his mind. Just listening to the faint footsteps from outside. From far to near, the sound of the footsteps gradually became clear. He had been on the battlefield for a long time. Ears are far beyond what anyone can reach. At this time it was already heard who was outside. So frowned immediately.
This girl who didn't know her weight, dared to come to his house at this time. I'm not afraid of people seeing it.
"I heard about my cousin entering the palace last night, and I was so anxious. It was so easy to get into the dark, and now I see my cousin is great, and I feel relieved." Sure enough. The girl who didn't know her weight hurriedly rushed in through the curtain. Xu was too anxious to go. She was a little tired, panting, while holding down the tea cup on the table and politely "grumbling". The ground drank.
He was about to remind him that it was bitterness, but before he could say anything, he watched the girl's eyebrows frown.
He couldn't help raising his eyebrows. When the expression eased, he still stretched his mouth to teach the girl: "It's dark and slippery, and it's snowing outside. If there is nothing important in the future, you don't have to go out in person."
"It's important to see my cousin. Besides, because no one is going out because it's snowing outside, I'm better to see my cousin," the girl said with a smile on her eyes, and the tea cup was delivered to her mouth. She was too busy to put it down again, as if she was afraid she might take it by mistake, she pushed it aside, and then she opened the bag and said to the man, "The queen mother ’s birthday, and my mother sent someone to send a birthday gift from Beidi. These, It ’s an ointment for my cousin. I was thinking about the ointment I gave to my cousin last time, and my cousin should run out, so this time I wrote to my mother to send some more. How can these sub-ointments be enough for my cousin to use two It's been three years. "
He glanced over the neat cow bone cans on the table, and then looked at the girl's black eyes, and his hard and cold heart inevitably softened.
...
After the girl had gone, he got out of bed strenuously, limped to the table and sat down, one by one, carefully packing up the pot of beef bones with a strong exotic flavor.
There are twelve cans, as the girl said, enough for him to use for two or three years.
"King County, the old slave will give you medicine." Song Fu came in with the ointment. Rao was no longer in favor of Lu Zhishan, and Taiji Hospital would send the ointment on time.
"No need," he waved and let Song Fu back down. "I'll do it myself."
Song Fu recognized the pot of beef bones. When the house was short of medicine, Lu Zhishan was using this Beidi ointment. The effect of Song Fu is not very clear, but obviously Lu Zhishan likes the herbal fragrance. Exotic ointment.
"Yes, the slaves retired." Song Fu bowed down in a hurry, and secretly said that whenever the Mu Junjun came, the king's mood was better. He was still cold and cold, but his tone was different now .
Lu Zhishan opened an ox-pot jar, and the familiar herbal scent came out immediately. He was in a good mood, and he applied the ointment a little, three times more than usual, and his entire knee was covered. Coated with a thick layer of ointment, he was about to get up and clean his hands, but glanced at the ointment in the ointment, he looked at it, and then pulled out the thing.
Seems to be a pill, the size of a quail egg.
He frowned and looked at the pill. Then he took a parchment and wiped the pill clean. There was a tightly sealed copper ball sealed with wax. He removed the layer of wax and unscrewed the copper ball. From the inside, pour out a thin piece of paper folded into a small ball.
Unfolding the paper was a letter, which Lu Minglan wrote to him.
Zhishan my nephew:
See the letter.
My son, I was born weak, I ’m deficient, I ’m afraid I ca n’t be blessed. I ’m going to Zhongyuan Houfu this marriage. Although the door is high, my child has a hidden disease, so I ’m worried day and night. Look at you, so that you wo n’t be looked down on by your husband ’s family. In the future, choose a sage between your sister-in-law to take a step to your knees to comfort you for half your life. Then you will ask my nephew to have long eyes.
Fortunately, Beidi weeped and thanked the blood.
...
Bianhua in lower case, he looked back and forth more than ten times.
"Slam!"
Suddenly, the lantern exploded, and then he suddenly returned to his senses. He looked at the candle wick that was pulled down, and watched the candle tears that rolled down ...
Gradually, the line of candle tears became that girl's tears, the girl who always smiled and crooked, the girl who laughed sweeter than honey, and now crying, just in front of him, crying so sadly , So pathetic, so desperate, he cried so much that his heart twitched with pain.
He took a deep breath, then threw the thin piece of paper in the brazier, and it turned into an ashes, and then looked back at the open beef bone pot on the table, and his heart was blunt again. The pain was dull. As soon as I raised my hand, the delicate beef bone pot was also thrown into the brazier, and immediately a sound of "cracking" sounded.
That night, he had insomnia, and in the dark night, he was thinking about the letter, the word cone heart.
He distressed the girl, distressed the little girl who grasped his concentric knot at the grabbing feast, the **** eyes that distressed, those eyes, they looked so beautiful when they laughed, but he cried ... I don't know what to do.
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That night, he made up his mind to protect this girl in this life. It was his little girl. With him, no one could bully his little girl.
