The prince is sick: the doctor waits for the prince

Chapter 71
Seeing the prince talking endlessly, Shuxiang couldn't help feeling a little unhappy in her heart.But I was too embarrassed to show it, so I just found an excuse to leave.

She doesn't like to talk, maybe she was still in the mood to talk to herself in the past, bickering when she was free.But now there is really no extra effort.

Time is a wonderful thing, and it always wears away many memories unconsciously.

Shuxiang didn't go back to the attic to practice the piano, she wanted to take a walk first to clear up her mood.

Xuewu Pavilion is quiet, there is no very noisy place.Just passing by the corridor, I vaguely saw someone in the pavilion by the pond not far away.

The water waves are slightly rippling, and the white clothes are unparalleled.

Scholarly reading is a little crazy, and it inexplicably coincides with a certain memory.

She didn't dare to step forward, not wanting to break the current calm.

But couldn't help muttering to himself: "Mu Jiang?"

After settling his feet, he reacted and planned to leave quickly, but was stopped by the man in black.

Shuxiang didn't understand what it was doing.

"Your Highness, please go over." The eyebrows were respectful and a little distant, this was Yong Ye.

Since the prince has invited, it is hard to resist.

Shuxiang nodded, and walked with Yong Ye. It was very difficult for such a small distance.

Shuxiang took a deep breath, and after a small salute, she slowly got up: "Prince, I don't know what is the important thing to ask for my daughter to come here?"

Cheng Zijiang stood with his hands behind his back, throwing fish food across the railing.

Shuxiang's eyes followed, and saw a large group of koi fighting for food.

Clusters of red, like red lotuses blooming in the middle of the night.

"Just now I saw you kept looking this way, thinking you have something to do." The voice was rare and deep, and the question was casual, but there was no question.

Shuxiang pursed her lips and took a small step forward.The voice was so soft that even the wind could blow it away, and he asked cautiously: "Can I have a look at your face?"

The opponent's hand feeding the fish visibly froze for a moment.

After realizing it later, it was not as scholarly as expected.He asked back, "Why?"

Yeah, why?

"The prince is very similar to a person." Although he knew it was disrespectful, he couldn't help but say it, "whether it's the shape or the voice."

Or, are you that person?

Mu Jiang?Or Cheng Zijiang...

He asked in a flat voice: "Do you like him?"

Scholar looked at him with his back turned to her, but his eyes kept staring at him, "What if I hate him?"

Feeling that there seemed to be something wrong, he chuckled lightly and explained: "It's not really hate, I just want to ask him what is the reason for giving up on me."

Cheng Zijiang fell silent for a rare time.

Neither of the two showed any signs of opening their mouths, they only felt the autumn wind blowing across their cheeks, leaving only a trace of coolness.

The weather is getting cold.

Cheng Zijiang took a deep breath and asked first.

"What about you?" It seemed that there was no joyful mood at the beginning, and it was replaced by coldness, "I heard that your name is listed in the brochure for choosing a concubine."

So you care about this?
Scholar smiled, not in the kind of heartfelt joy, but in despair.

"Does the prince know what numbness means?"

She continued to keep that smile, but Cheng Zijiang still didn't turn around to look at her.

"When you are abandoned by your mother, abandoned by your father, even the people you trusted the most will abandon you. Probably because you have been abandoned too many times, so it doesn't matter anymore."

Seeming to be a little tired, Shuxiang sighed heavily, and concluded with relief.

"Whether it's good to choose a concubine or to be selected, I feel that this life seems to be over like this."

(End of this chapter)