sick prince phoenix concubine

Chapter 3

The maid turned around nervously: "Miss, what else can I order?"

Qian Ling: "Where's Ji Meng?"

Maid: "She's out of the house."

Qian Ling: "Let her go back home to see me."

Maid: "Yes."

When Jimeng came back, it was already dark.

Qian Ling sat on the couch, flipping through the book in his hand.

"Miss, I heard people say that you are looking for a servant?" Jimeng poured a cup of tea for her.

Qian Ling's gaze stayed on the book, and asked lightly, "Where did you go?"

Jimeng: "Wangfu."

Qian Ling looked up: "Which palace?"

Ji Meng was puzzled, why did the lady forget this, and explained: "Xiaoyao Wangfu."

King Xiaoyao, that person who exists in the rumors, it is said that no one has seen what he looks like, but he is an existence under one person and above ten thousand people in the entire Tianqi country.

He seemed to be covered with a veil of mystery, and countless people wanted to uncover it, but they didn't end well in the end.

Qian Ling: "What are you going to do?"

Jimeng looked at her with a complicated expression: "Miss, you let me go."

Qian Ling: "..."

"Miss, since you were three years old, you have ordered your servants to send some medicinal materials to King Xiaoyao every three months, saying that he is not in good health and needs to be replenished."

Jimeng took the initiative to explain, paused and said: "Today, it happens to be the expiration of three months."

Qian Ling slowed down the amount of information for a while before regaining her voice:
"You mean to say that I was very familiar with this famous Xiaoyao Wang before?"

Jimen nodded firmly: "Yeah."

Qian Ling: "Then have you seen him?"

Jimeng shook his head: "I've never seen it before."

Qian Ling: "Then have I seen him?"

Jimeng nodded: "I have seen it."

Qian Ling: "..."

The original body has seen this mysterious prince, but she has no memory, so she is speechless.

As for her Qianling, the more mysterious it was, the more she wanted to find out, and this idea took root in her heart.

But before she could carry it out, the wish had already come true.

The next day, the snow stopped and the long-lost sunshine ushered in.

Qian Ling left the mansion with her maid Jimeng.

It was the first time she walked out of the yard and all the way out of the mansion, and she had to sigh that the houses of ancient rich families were really big.

Each owner has a separate yard, and each yard is almost as big as a modern villa, with high walls, attics, gardens and ponds...

This natural ancient charm is not comparable to that deliberately created by modern times.

Beauty is beauty, but when the family grows, there are also troubles. It took a lot of time just to walk out of the house from her own yard...

Walking in the busy city, there are all kinds of hawkers on the street.

Probably just after the snow stopped, many people walked out of their homes.

The coming and going is very lively.

Qian Ling shuttled between the vendors with light steps, looking here and there.

They are all small gadgets, and there are few things that can catch her eyes.

Jimeng carefully followed behind, looking at the wanton and unrestrained back in front, the tip of his nose was sour.

Her young lady should have grown up freely like this.

Because of some special circumstances, such simple happiness has never been experienced before.

In fact, the current lady is also very good, forget the unpleasant past, and start again.

"Sugar-coated haws……"

The hawker's cries reached Qian Ling's ears, and her eyes flickered.

Walked over and said to the peddler, "Give me a bunch."

"Okay!" The peddler took a bunch of round ones and handed them over.

"Miss, you can't eat this."

Ji Meng grabbed it quickly and hid behind him.

She was only one step too late, and almost made a big mistake.

Qian Ling was a little surprised by her actions. In his memory, this girl was always well-behaved, and she never exceeded the rules: "Why?"

"Miss, you have suffered from erythrasma in the mountains, and the imperial doctor said you can't eat this," Jimeng explained.

Hearing this, Qian Ling was stunned for a moment: "What kind of disease is that?"

"There is Shanlihong in the candied haws. If people with unwell constitutions eat it, they will develop red rashes all over the body and itching." An elegant woman walked slowly, with a gentle and pleasant voice.

"Isn't that what is commonly known as an allergy?" Qian Ling muttered softly, looking at the woman in blue who was walking, "Thank you for reminding me."

"Miss, let's go and have a look elsewhere." Afraid that she would miss her, Jimeng tried to change the subject.

Qian Ling looked at the candied haws and refused to leave, her expression was inexplicable, no one could understand what she was thinking.

"Bring me a bunch." The voice was calm.

"Miss, you can't eat." Jimeng almost stomped his feet in anxiety.

When she was young, she secretly bought a bunch of candied haws in order to make the young lady happy.

The young lady was very happy when she got it, but at night, she started to develop a rash all over her body and had a fever, which frightened everyone in the whole house.

Afterwards, Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. and Ms. Young Master did not blame her.

They didn't blame her, but she herself blamed herself.

Therefore, I swore secretly that the young lady must not touch such things as candied haws again.

At this moment, the young lady insisted stubbornly, how could she not be in a hurry!
Qian Ling glanced at her indifferently, but said nothing.

But Jimeng didn't dare to mutter.

Qian Ling took the candied haws from the vendor and looked at the maid: "Give me the money."

Jimeng reluctantly gave it to the past, and returned the string in his hand.

"Isn't it just a bunch of candied haws, there's no need to be so entangled, how about I buy the whole bundle and give it to the little beauty?"

A very beating voice suddenly appeared in Qian Ling's ear.

She narrowed her eyes and turned to look over.

This glance can be described as seductive.

But when the visitor saw her face, the expression on her face froze at first, then burst out with strong hostility, and said two words through gritted teeth: "It's you!"

Qian Ling immediately realized: I know her, and I have a grudge.

Without thinking, Jimeng stood in front of Qian Ling and looked at him defensively.

The corners of Qian Ling's lips curled up slightly, and there was a trace of evil on her immature face: "Who are you?"

The voice like pearls falling on a plate made the man's mind flicker, and he quickly withdrew his thoughts, the hatred in his eyes became more intense.

"Miss, he is the young master of the Shen family." Jimeng reminded.

Qian Ling suddenly realized.

It seems that there is not only enmity, but also mortal enmity.

After all, without this person, I wouldn't be here.

Qian Ling: "If you look at me like that, you will misunderstand me. You like me, but you can't love me."

Ji Meng froze instantly.

Miss, what are you talking about?
How can a woman say such a thing?

She thought she must be hallucinating.

Not caring about the shock of others, Qian Ling's eyes stayed on the candied haws in his hand, as if he was studying where to start his mouth.

Shen Yanzhi was choked speechless by her words, but when he thought about the hair that could not be grown back by all means and the [-] years old three months ago, all because of the girl in front of him, the fire in his heart couldn't be dissipated.

Anger can make a person lose his mind. At this time, he has already forgotten his father's thousand tinkling bells, and only one thought is to vent his anger.

(End of this chapter)