The prince is sick: the doctor waits for the prince

Chapter 83
The casement was half opened, covering some scenes that could not be seen outside.

After Zhao Shuxiang was washed and washed by the pampered prince from childhood, she hurriedly hid behind the screen and changed her clothes.

Still dressed in plain white, Cheng Zijiang sized her up carefully, frowned and commented: "Although you look good in white, the manju-like red seems to suit you better."

Those bright colors and scholars have never liked those bright colors. Hearing what Cheng Zijiang said, he couldn't help but look at him and retort: ​​"You are also wearing white, why don't you change into red."

When Cheng Zijiang was told this, he looked at his robe very cooperatively, straightened his cuffs and said casually.

"If you want to see it, I can change it for you now."

and many more!

This is her room, and her innocence will probably be lost if it is spread out later.

"No need!" Shu Xiang hurriedly stopped her loudly and slammed on the brakes. She felt that her reaction seemed to be a bit too much, and explained a little bit, "White is lighter and calmer."

Sitting opposite Shuxiang, Cheng Zijiang smiled and nodded.

Scholar was dazzled by this smile.

But she heard Cheng Zijiang asking her: "How many days are there before Concubine Xuan?"

Shuxiang came to her senses and started counting with her fingers. It wasn't that she couldn't remember or was bad at counting, it was just that she didn't care about it.

At this moment Cheng Zijiang asked such a question, Shuxiang didn't know what it meant, but she told the truth about the calculated answer.

"There are still three days."

Although Cheng Zijiang was satisfied with Shuxiang's indifferent expression, he still asked.

"Why don't you look in a hurry?"

At the same time as he said this, he stretched out his hand to help Shuxiang roll up a strand of hair on the side of her ear, and she naturally did not refuse.

The weak sunlight came in from the window, and only a small piece fell on the ground. Cheng Zijiang looked at the scholarly fragrance bathed in the sunlight, and felt that she was very quiet like this, with a special flavor.

The feeling was mutual, and after Shuxiang noticed Cheng Zijiang staring at her, she immediately acted a little distant.

Some dissatisfied said: "The prince seems to ask a little too much."

"Is that asking too many questions?" Cheng Zijiang continued with a smile, "Then when I lived in the general's mansion, I kept asking you why you didn't bother me?"

Scenes of fragments are vivid in my mind, Shuxiang's eyes dimmed, revealing a kind of loss.

She said softly: "Now we have different identities, and we can't go back to the beginning."

At the beginning.

Cheng Zijiang closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he asked, "What is our relationship?"

"..." Shuxiang didn't know how to answer.

Cheng Zijiang was as relentless as a child, "Can you tell me?"

Shuxiang turned her head, and said angrily: "It doesn't matter to us, you should give up your heart!"

After all, Cheng Zijiang is not ignorant of Shuxiang's temperament after getting along with her before.Eat soft but not hard, notoriously duplicity.

"It's fine if you don't mean what you mean." Cheng Zijiang sighed, but coughed uncontrollably.

Shuxiang hurriedly grabbed his sleeve and asked worriedly: "Are you catching a cold?"

"It's okay." Cheng Zijiang smiled, looked at the sky, "I'll go back first."

It made Shuxiang follow his gaze, but at this time it was not even time to eat, what did he suddenly go back for?
Could it be that he was really sick?
That's right, he got a lot of rain yesterday.

Shuxiang pursed her lips, wanting to say something but couldn't.

In the end, he only called out his name: "Cheng Zijiang..."

He raised his hand to stroke her hair, "What's the matter? Can't bear me?"

Shuxiang smiled, shook her head lightly and said, "It's nothing."

He got up again and said, "I'll take you out."

Cheng Zijiang didn't speak, just nodded, and nothing else happened.

After turning around to leave, Cheng Zijiang calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked up at the sky.

Looks like he's about to get sick again.

(End of this chapter)