Handsome Prince, Come to my Embrace

"Aunt …" Luo Shang saw that she was about to go crazy, and was about to reach out to touch her arm, but he was suddenly stopped by her.

Shen Changqing pointed at her eyes, and slowly moved down to her nose, laughing out loud: "Luo Shang, do you know why I hate you so much? Your eyes, your nose, and even your face, are extremely similar to that woman's, extremely similar to her."

She? Jinghe?

No wonder when Jinghe first saw her, she used that expression to look at her, but she didn't notice it herself.

"Not long after the Empress died that year, Emperor Xian passed away. I fled with my prince to the Acropolis Kingdom. I was afraid that the prince would be in danger if he followed me, so I entrusted him to a kind family, and wrote a letter to the prince's side, begging him to send the prince safely to the Madam Yan, the queen of the Guardian Kingdom. The Jinghe found me after all. The reason is so that one day I can personally see through that woman's ugly appearance, but I am incapable. After waiting for over twenty years, I still have not been able to avenge the Empress's prince. "

Shen Changqing pondered, then she walked over to the shelves, extended his finger and touched the few books on the shelves, only to see a crack in the walls, and then slowly move it to both sides.

Inside the wall was a locked crimson box.

Shen Changqing walked over and extended his hand, holding onto the heavy ancient wood box. He placed it in Luo Shang's hand and gave her the key at the same time.

"I have guarded the things inside for over twenty years. It was time. It's time to give it to the right person. " Shen Changqing closed his eyes.

Luo Shang held the heavy box in her hands, unsure of what to do.

"I beg of you, if the First Prince is still alive, and if you ever come to the Acropolis Kingdom and meet him, please give this item to the Prince. Tell her that she must return to the Wu Zhou. " Only when the prince returned would the Empress be at ease in the underworld.

Although Luo Shang did not know what was here, she could feel that Shen Changqing was really using his life to protect this thing. She also hoped that her weak strength would be able to help Shen Changqing achieve his long-awaited wish.

After leaving the Violet Vine Pavilion, she put the box down and walked towards the table. Just as she was about to sit down, she heard the sound of running footsteps outside the door.

Bang! The door was pushed open by a dancer outside. Her hands were placed on both sides of the door as she bent down to catch her breath. Not good, wangfei, Southern Garden … "Southern Garden …"

"Something has happened to the Southern Garden!"

"What?" Luo Shang quickly got up and followed the little girl to the Southern Garden.

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At noon, the sun was shining so brightly that people couldn't even open their eyes. Even the cicadas on the trees stopped talking.

In the Southern Garden.

"Esteemed wangfei, is Sister Bamboo Dye going to be alright?" The Southern Garden dancers held onto the handkerchief in their hands, each of them anxious to sit down.

An Zhuran was the head of the Southern Garden dancers, and the only intelligent dancers after Su Qing. She was also the hope of the Southern Garden.

"Luo …" Luo Shang? "Why are you here?" An Zhuran who was lying on the chuang suddenly woke up from her coma. She powerlessly opened her eyes and looked at Luo Shang.

An Zhuran felt that his face was extremely sore and itchy, and just as she was about to touch it with her hands …

"Don't move. "Don't …" Luo Shang immediately stopped her.

An Zhuran had noticed Luo Shang's abnormality and also saw the depressed expressions of the people everywhere. She said to the dancers by the side, "My face … What happened to my face? "

The dancer shook her head and insisted, "I'm fine."

However, the tears on the girls' faces made An Zhuran suspicious. She said, "Give me the mirror."

The dancers looked at each other, then turned to look at Luo Shang, not knowing if they should give it to her.

An Zhuran roared: Bring the mirror over! She pushed herself up.

The dancers hurriedly grabbed the round bronze mirror on the table and handed it to her with hesitation.

An Zhuran took the mirror, and looked at herself in the mirror, she was dumbstruck.

Ah!

Following that, a miserable scream that pierced the lungs resounded through the entire Southern Garden. It startled the birds that were resting on the trees in the courtyard, and they couldn't help but flap their wings and fly away.

"How could this be? Let me go, let me die, let me die!"

"The dancers hugged An Zhuran, feeling sorry for her. Sister Zhu Rong, don't be like this, don't … "

"If my face is ruined, if my face is ruined, then what is the point of me living." An Zhuran cried. A beautiful face meant life to the dancers in the backyard, even more so than life.

"Sister Zhu Rong, calm down. Calm down. The wangfei must have a way. She must have a way to save you." The dancers turned to look at Luo Shang.

When An Zhuran heard it, she immediately crawled over and tightly held onto Luo Shang's hand. Luo Shang, you have a way, you must have a way to cure me, right? "

Looking at the pleading look in her eyes, Luo Shang did not know how to answer. Just now when she looked at Bamboo Dye's face, she had already realized that she had consumed the Polymeric Flower, Golden Sakura Seed, Jubilee Root, Fish Tail Sunflower and other herbs that were so fragrant that it would make one's face turn unrecognizable.

An Zhuran's diet had always been very careful, so how had these things inadvertently entered her mouth?

Luo Shang carefully thought back to the well water in the Hundred Flowers Garden, and how it looked so similar to this one. Could it be that the two incidents were caused by the same person? Then who could it be that knew so much and was extremely meticulous in seizing the opportunity?

"Luo Shang, is there really no way to recover my face?" An Zhuran slowly let go of Luo Shang's hand. She squatted down and stared blankly, as if she had lost her mind.

"I can save him, but I need something." Luo Shang looked at her, and her forehead tightened.

An Zhuran was overjoyed, and immediately said: "Whatever it is, as long as it can cure my face, I will do anything."

"Mothers' Nourishment Herbs."

I can always hear some people saying that motherwort can cure a woman's face, but it must be the motherwort picked on the 5th of May. It needs to be dried and then burnt to ashes to be effective.

Moreover, it was not easy to extract the essence of this herb. When weeding, one had to pay attention to cleaning the soil on the roots. Even if there was soil, it would be ineffective. Sprinkle the ground with water before burning the ash. After burning the ashes, he would have to wait until the ashes had been carefully sifted through with a fine sieve. Afterwards, he would stir them together, making them the size of an egg. At noon, his orders would be extremely dry.

Besides, it was even harder than climbing into the sky to get the ready-made motherwort.

The Flower Soul Exhibition was tomorrow. If there wasn't any Mother Alchemy Grass, her face would have ended up like this. How could she have managed to enter the Flower Soul Exhibition hall tomorrow?

An Zhuran knew that she was hopeless, that there was no longer any Heaven Returning Art that could heal her face.

"Maybe I can give it a try."

"But motherwort?" Hearing what Luo Shang said, An Zhuran felt that there was still hope, so she immediately raised her head.

Luo Shang did not speak, because she was not sure if she could bring back that rare herb, and she was not sure if she could cure Bamboo Dye with this scent. She could only do her best.

Flower fragrance bird song, the wind grass leavings, Gui Mu Yi Yi.

Luo Shang left the backyard alone, and stood outside the cinnabar gate of the Yue Pavilion. She raised her head, and looked at the few heavy and sorrowful words written on the signboard with half soft and half pale eyes. Hesitation.

"I …" I want to see your prince. I'll have to trouble the two of you to let me know. " Only Leng Shaoyu's personal imperial physician, the Mother's Grass, had Mother's Grass, but if the Officer Chu did not have his royal father's summons, he would definitely not enter the mansion, and would definitely not pass the medicinal herb to her.

The two servants guarding the door looked around. One of them shrugged his shoulders and sent the other to report to the prince.

After half a minute, the servant slowly came back, casually saying, "Your highness is resting, I'm afraid I don't have the time to see you."

Didn't have time to see her?

Could it be that he was still brooding over what had happened that day?

Luo Shang sighed, and with a heavy tone, continued: "On the orders of the manager in the rear courtyard, I have come to find some herbs from Your Highness, and my life is in danger.

"I already said that the prince is busy right now, do you not understand?" The two servants said impatiently.

"How dare you, do you know who she is? "Hmm?"

It was a very pleasant voice, filled with charm and gentleness. Although it was warm, it was also not without fear.

Luo Shang turned her head around, and the man was standing behind her.

He was tall and well-built, with long hair tied up over his shoulders. He was dressed in light blue plain clothes, with a pale tapestry tied around his waist. His hands were clasped behind his back, and his devilishly handsome face was like that of all living things.

"Greetings Prince Han." The servants hurriedly kneeled down and saluted.

"Kneel down and greet the Prince Han." One of the servants reminded Luo Shang as she knelt.

"This woman is probably much more expensive than this Wang Jin." Leng Mufei saw that Luo Shang was being so indifferent, he sneered, and raised his eyebrow at her, and smiled.

These two servants were new yesterday, so they naturally did not know who the woman in front of them was, and did not know the meaning behind Prince Han's words.

"You're looking for Prince Jin?" Leng Mufei's thin lips slightly moved.

Luo Shang did not answer him.

"Come back here, This King is asking you a question." Seeing her cold expression, Leng Mufei was really unhappy. He grabbed her wrist and forcefully pulled her back.

His strength was too great, causing Luo Shang's body to be pulled back.

"Yes."

"Is there something you need?" He frowned.

Luo Shang smiled and replied perfunctorily: Thank you, Prince Han, for your troubles.

As she spoke, she removed the man's hand from her wrist.

He said, "You can't be... "You must be missing your big brother."

Luo Shang raised her head and looked at him with her crystal eyes that were filled with spirit. Although her eyebrows were slightly bent as she was smiling, she did not feel warm at all. Instead, she felt cold.