The medical concubine devoured the world

Chapter 117 Emotional entanglement
The two were left relatively speechless in the courtyard.

A gust of breeze blew, and the leaves of the ginkgo tree scattered and fell, and a few fell on Meng Siyin's body.

With a smile on his face, Zhao Xu stretched out his hand to brush off the fallen leaves from her body, and his gestures were full of tenderness.

"I heard you miss me?"

Meng Siyin's face was already flushed, she said "no" stubbornly, and shook her head vigorously.

Zhao Xucai pulled her into his arms regardless of what she said.

"There are so many things these days, I'm ignoring you."

I don't know what you are doing!

Meng Siyin had doubts in her heart, and she asked tentatively:
"Is it about the fief?"

Zhao Xu shook his head, his face was full of sorrow.

"Zhao Hong's party has been in and out of restaurants and other places frequently these days, so he should be planning something else."

He didn't even hide it, he told her so bluntly.

Meng Siyin felt an uncomfortable feeling in her heart.

Zhao Hong is the eldest son of the emperor and covets the throne. Although Zhao Xu and the others are the second sons, they are still...

She finally figured it out.

Meng Siyin's body froze, she still wanted to ask something more.

But as soon as he raised his head, the dark guard outside Meng Mansion walked in.

"My lord, what King Huai said just now has been concluded, please come again!"

He didn't shy away from it.

Meng Siyin's pupils dilated, and her body trembled slightly, but Zhao Xu had already let go of her arm and didn't notice it.

Talent thing.

Go again.

Sure enough, Zhao Lan said that he had seen him in the Huai Wang Mansion. Zhao Lan rarely met him once on weekdays, but that time, he was in the Huai Wang Mansion.

It can be seen that he has seen a lot of Zhao Xi these days.

Meng Siyin felt a little jealous.

But at this time, the more thought in her mind was that the two should be trying to deal with Zhao Hong, who had formed a party.

Zhao Hong intends to take the throne, and they try to stop it, so naturally...

"Siyin, I still have something to do, I have to go first, and I will come to accompany you in a few days."

After hearing the report of the dark guard, Zhao Xu stood up and explained to Meng Siyin, and left Meng Mansion without looking back.

Leaving Meng Siyin to sit there alone.

He really wanted something.

Meng Siyin somehow became so petty. After all, she was still a daughter.

She now feels that Zhao Xu might even give up herself in order to plan for the throne.

"Siyin, Zhao Xu is gone?"

Chu Baozhu's voice interrupted her thoughts.

She didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Zhao Lan followed behind Chu Baozhu, and the two of them sat down beside her with a relaxed expression, not finding anything unusual about her.

"How is it, are you happy to see King Zhao, who you have been thinking about all the time?"

Are you happy?
Meng Siyin asked herself.

She smiled poignantly.

The two people next to her were gossiping about her and Zhao Xu.

Meng Siyin forced herself to wake up.

But she couldn't control herself, but the little fox in her arms noticed her change and twisted her body to please her.

The other two asked in hindsight.

"Siyin, are you alright?"

She shook her head.

"Why aren't you happy to see my brother?"

Zhao Lan wanted to make her happy with a playful look on her face.

Meng Siyin pulled out an ugly smile.

"I'm a little tired, I want to go to bed."

She was a little dizzy, put down the little fox in her hands with trembling hands, stood up shaking, and returned to the room like a walking corpse.

Zhao Lan and Chu Baozhu froze in place.

"What happened to Si Yin?"

Chu Baozhu was very puzzled.

Zhao Lan shouted badly.

"Did my brother say something to her, he won't really go to another woman!"

Zhao Lan patted the table angrily, staring at her sister-in-law.

Chu Baozhu also frowned. She looked at Meng Siyin's dull back and sighed deeply.

Zhao Lan burst into laughter, and she said to Chu Baozhu:

"Look at some Siyin, I'll find my brother!"

Zhao Lan dropped these words and ran out of Meng Mansion at a trot, and asked the maid to arrange the carriage to go to Prince Zhao Mansion.

The carriage ran all the way to the Zhaowangfu.

It didn't take a moment to arrive at the gate of Zhaowang's mansion.

The carved door in front of the mansion was closed, and the door was roaring.

Zhao Lan walked up and patted it hard.

"Someone, open the door!"

The servant in the house heard someone smashing the door, and trotted over and opened the door.

"Master, are you?"

"What about your prince?"

Before the door latch in the servant's hand was put down, Zhao Lan pushed it open, and she walked towards the house on her own.

"Brother, brother, Zhao Xu, come out for me!"

The servant hurriedly put down the latch and followed behind her to stop her.

"The county master, the county master, the prince is not in the mansion."

Zhao Lan stopped, turned around and stared at him and asked:
"Then where did he go?"

Zhao Lan clenched her fists tightly. Although Zhao Xu was her elder brother, Meng Siyin treated him with sincerity, and she saw it in her eyes.

She would never allow anyone to fail Meng Siyin, not even her own brother.

The little servant looked at Zhao Lan with a fierce look on his face, which was nothing like His Royal Highness, the playful and lovely princess.

He was a little frightened and said hesitantly:
"My lord, my lord only occasionally returns to the mansion at night these days, and he is not there on weekdays."

The little servant's remarks made Zhao Lan confirm the fact that Zhao Xu was sorry for Meng Siyin.

She sat down angrily on the chair in the hexagonal pavilion.

"I'll be here waiting for him to come back!"

The servant followed her and bent down beside her.

"The county master, it's not a solution for you to wait like this, and the lord may not be back until when..."

Zhao Lan's anger returned to anger, and it was true to hear him say that.

And now it's Meng Siyin that matters. She stood up abruptly and said to the servant:
"If your lord comes back, say I have something to do with him and let him come to Meng Mansion!"

"Yes!"

Zhao Lan went out again in a hurry, got on the carriage and ran to Meng Mansion.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on a patch of yellow in Meng Mansion.

Withered ginkgo leaves fell to the ground.

Chu Baozhu paced back and forth in front of Meng Siyin's room.

Seeing that Zhao Lan was back, she walked over to find a way for her.

"Zhao Lan, Siyin locked herself in the room and didn't open the door no matter what."

Zhao Lan walked over and knocked on the door, but there was no response.

"That's not the way to go, is it?"

Chu Baozhu had a bitter look on her face.

In the room, Meng Siyin was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands resting on the edge of the bed, and she was a little out of breath.

"Zhao Xu, you really let me down!"

she murmured.

Meng Siyin is now beginning to doubt her meaning for so long.

She can't refuse the emperor's marriage, but can't she avoid it?
She tried her best to comfort herself, turning a deaf ear to the two outside the house.

"Meng Siyin, calm down, calm down!"

"Isn't it a man?"

"Can't be influenced by him!"

The white and tender hands began to exert force, and the knuckles of the fingers clutching the edge of the bed were faintly red.

But how can you let it go?
time!

Time will surely heal everything!
(End of this chapter)