Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 58
Ling Youyao was slightly taken aback, so he just went to get the medicine?
Fu Mingjue squatted in front of her, carefully picked up her swollen wrist, took out the ointment with his fingertips, and then gently rubbed it on her wrist.

The cold feeling spread from the wrists to the limbs, and the young man lowered his eyebrows and eyes when he lowered his head. The warm light reflected on the side of his face, like the sun falling on the snow, which made people fascinated.

Ling Youyao was restless sitting on the chair, and His Royal Highness Jing Wang, who was revered by everyone, was lowering his head to give her medicine at this moment.

She thought she knew Fu Mingjue very well, but now, she suddenly couldn't understand him.

Obviously can't forget Ling Qingwei, but married her again; annoyed that she imitated Ling Qingwei's handwriting, but put down her posture and gave her medicine
In Fu Mingjue's heart, what kind of existence does she belong to?
With the candle light flickering, Fu Mingjue put away the ointment, said without getting up, "Don't learn her calligraphy again."

Ling Youyao felt a bit of bitterness in her heart, but she obediently replied: "Well, I won't write any more in the future."

She didn't like practicing calligraphy in the first place, but now this is exactly what she wants.

But Fu Mingjue felt inexplicably depressed when he heard this, and looked up at her. This face seemed to be docile and obedient, but in fact it was extremely rebellious.

What others may see is that she looks similar to Ling Qingwei, but what Fu Mingjue sees is their stubbornness hidden deep in their bones.

Fu Mingjue held her hand, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Actually, what Qingwei is best at is running script, not hairpin regular script. You are different from her, even if you imitate her very much, It's not her after all."

Hearing these words, Ling Youyao froze, and asked inexplicably: "My lord, do you still remember my sister?"

Fu Mingjue said: "This king will never forget."

In fact, Ling Youyao already had the answer, but when she heard Fu Mingjue admit it so openly, she still felt a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, it's been so long, I almost forgot what my sister looks like."

Fu Mingjue rubbed her wrist, his voice was as ethereal as a breeze: "Forget it, forget it"

Some things, he alone can remember
Ling Youyao didn't know how she left, but she only remembered that she was in an embrace full of refreshing sweet rosin. Looking at the empty room, she suddenly felt a little cold.

While she was in a trance, a silver voice sounded outside the door: "Princess, are you awake?"

"Wake up, come in." Ling Youyao replied lazily.

Yinzhu came in with water, twisted the veil and handed it to her, said: "Lu Sheng came here this morning, but he went back again after hearing that you hadn't woken up. I think he must have something to discuss with you."

Ling Youyao sat on the bed and said: "I guess he thinks I'm lying to him, and he's not at ease after thinking about it, so he wants to ask for clarification."

"How could you lie to him?" Yinzhu expressed her incomprehension, "No ordinary person has ever thought of such a good opportunity, and he would think you are a lie."

"It is precisely because other people have not encountered such a good thing that he thinks it is fake."

Yin Zhu nodded and said: "Looking at him like this, he is a down-to-earth person."

"Yes," Ling Youyao took out the safety charm hanging around her neck, and said leisurely, "If such a good thing falls on my head one day, I won't believe it."

There is no pie in the sky.

Yinzhu smiled, suddenly remembered something, and asked: "By the way, didn't you say you wanted to ask the prince to inscribe it yesterday? Did the prince agree?"

Speaking of this, Ling Youyao's face collapsed: "It's better to find someone to write a few words."

"What's going on here?"

Ling Youyao raised her right hand, her wrist was blushed, but the marks had faded a lot.

He didn't say anything, but Yinzhu understood.

At the end, Ling Youyao sighed, "Burn those copybooks."

"Okay, the servant will go now."

Yinzhu wanted to burn it a long time ago, but she couldn't persuade Ling Youyao, so she let her go. The eldest lady is a name that should not be mentioned in everyone's heart, let alone in the heart of the prince.

Ling Youyao originally thought that Fu Mingjue would feel pity for Fu Mingjue if she resembled her sister a little bit, and then she would not drag her to die together.

However, it turns out—she was wrong.

Yin Zhu was busy at the desk, and when she was about to go out with the copybook, she suddenly saw a piece of paper pressed underneath.

"Princess, what is this?"

Ling Youyao looked over after hearing the reputation, and she was shocked when she saw the familiar handwriting.

Huashang Court.
It was written by Fu Mingjue.

Ling Youyao lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked over barefoot, holding the awe-inspiring words, with complicated eyes.

Yinzhu leaned over to take a look, and suddenly realized: "Wang Ye said he didn't agree, but he still misses you in his heart."

"Maybe." She also couldn't guess what Fu Mingjue was thinking.

The wind passed through the window lattice and blew up the thin rice paper, which also disturbed Ling Youyao's mood, and Ling Ling, who was far away from thousands of mountains, was also forced to stay in Suizhou because of the sudden wind.

Suizhou, Changan Inn——

The little girl in the blue shirt sneaked into the back kitchen of the inn, and while there was no one around, she quickly lifted the lid of the pot, and when she saw the white-faced steamed buns, her eyes suddenly shone with surprise.

Grabbing a few steamed buns and stuffing them into her bosom, she stooped and slipped out of the kitchen, ran all the way up to the second floor, and didn't stop until the room at the end of the corridor.

When the people in the room heard the movement, they immediately opened the door and welcomed her in.

"Girl, the servant has found something to eat!" Qianqian handed the steamed bun to Lingling like Xianbao.

But Lingling looked disgusted: "You let me eat steamed buns? Isn't there no snacks in such a big inn?!"

Qianqian weakly withdrew her hand and said: "I only found this in the kitchen, you just eat it, or you will starve to death."

Remembering that she hadn't eaten for a day and a night, Ling Ling still took the steamed buns and gnawed them reluctantly.

Originally, she still had some money on her body, but who would have thought that from Huaizhou to Suizhou, the ship owner would ask her for 100 taels!If she refused, he threatened to destroy her innocence.

Lingling had no choice but to grit her teeth and hand over the money.

After losing 100 taels, there are only some broken silver left.Lingling couldn't bear it, so as soon as she entered Suizhou City, she changed into new clothes and stayed in the best inn.

But she never thought about it, if the money is gone, where should it come from?

Lingling gnawed on the cold and hard steamed buns, thinking of the shriveled purse, her heart felt sore again. For the present plan, she had to go to the capital as soon as possible.

"Have you found the boat to Qingzhou?" she asked.

Qianqian shook her head: "It's been windy for the past few days, and the pier is out of service. It will take at least three to five days to leave."

"So long?" Lingling suddenly raised her voice, "Now that the money is gone, if you don't go to the capital again, do you want me to sleep on the streets?!"

Qianqian was taken aback, and quickly knelt down: "Girl, don't be angry, I will ask you later, there must be a ship willing to go to Qingzhou."

(End of this chapter)