Reborn Pampered Queen

Inside Zhixiang House, which was covered with a pine wood floor, a white-robed man was lying on top of a low, black hole covered with a white forehead and a tiger skin. A white mink blanket was draped over his body, and he was holding a poker, turning over the silver char in a copper brazier in a bored manner.

Seeing that someone was coming over, the man threw the fire pincer in his hand to the side and said with a cold smile, "Sir Cheng, you've finally come."

Cheng Zixiu did not answer, but glanced at the collapsed ground and waved his hand at the green wormwood behind him, "Go and play with Lin Yuan."

The artemisia selengensis cheered and ran away like a wisp of smoke.

Then Cheng Zixiu strolled over to the brazier and sat down on the floor. He picked up a small clay teapot on a nearby peat stove and poured himself a cup of tea.

The tea soup was bright red like an amber, and when he raised the cup to his nose, an ancient fragrance came from the spring. He took a sip, and after feeling a slight bitterness, a rich sense of sweetness filled his body.

"What tea is this?" Cheng Zixiu smacked his lips, feeling that the taste of this tea was even stronger than regular Pu'er.

"Old Time Tea!" Xiao Rui who was lying on the floor rolled his eyes in annoyance. He did not believe that the young master of the Return of Spring Hall would not be able to taste it, so he changed the topic and asked: "What's wrong? Is she really sick? "

"Heh, how can I not be sick? "You also said that she was wearing a thin suit last night to treat your wounds. If you're not careful, you might get typhoid in this kind of winter weather." Cheng Zixiu grabbed a handful of peanuts and threw them into his mouth, one by one. "Why didn't you ask her if she's very sick?" he asked curiously.

"When you came in just now, you were in high spirits and you walked lightly. You could tell that you were in a good mood. It must be that you didn't encounter anything big." Xiao Rui Xuan continued to lie there, staring blankly at the snow-covered courtyard outside the house, "I guess you've only encountered a few symptoms that would cause you to be cured of your illness."

Cheng Zixiu saw that he had failed to sell anything, and lost some of his interest. He then said with a straight face, "You didn't go for the celebration today. The emperor has asked me to come visit you. How do you think I should write this medical case?"

"What else can I write?" Xiao Rui said with a sneer, "Isn't it the same old habit of feeling the chill every now and then, being weak and all that …" "I have been 'sick' in the capital for almost five years. Everyone should have gotten used to it by now."

His father, Prince Jin of Jin, was the martial emperor's blood brother. Unfortunately, he had crawled out from the stomach of Imperial Concubine Fu. Even if his literary skills were stronger than the crown prince's, he had no affinity with the imperial throne.

The late Emperor Wen Zong also knew the abilities of his sons, and in order to prevent his brothers from dying, he had assigned his most capable sons to the throne: Xiao Tong Fu, the third oldest, had conferred Prince Rong to guard the southwest; Xiao Tong Feng, the fifth oldest, had bestowed Prince Jin to guard the northwest; and Xiao Tong Qing, the ninth oldest, had grown up in front of his brother Emperor Jianwu until he had grown up, when Jianwu sealed Prince An and sent him to Liaodong.

In the first few years, everyone was safe and sound. However, as the emperor grew older, he became more and more suspicious.

He had watched Prince An from the east of Liaoning Province grow up, so he naturally trusted him. Prince Rong from the southwest was a long way from the capital, and he also knew that his third brother Xiao Tong Fu was a coward, so there was nothing for him to fear.

Only the Prince Jin from the northwest was not only in control of the capital's northwest gate, but he had also been engaged in a chaotic battle with the barbarians outside of the city all year round. He had raised a strong army long ago.

However, Prince Jin had performed impeccably in the past few years, and the annual tribute he had paid was not a single cent less. Thus, he came up with another idea: he wanted Xiao Tong Feng to send his eldest son, Xiao Rui, over to the capital.

To put it nicely, it was his beloved nephew that was his uncle. However, anyone with a discerning eye would be able to tell that this was something that would allow Xiao Rui to use greetings as a proton.

The emperor had thought that Prince Jin's family would be somewhat conflicted. He didn't expect Prince Jin to send his son over without a word, saying that Xiao Rui Xuan was born with a birth defect and that it was useless for them to recuperate in the Northwest. If they could come to the capital to be nurtured, it might be even more beneficial.

Thus, Xiao Rui Xuan, who was only thirteen years old, was sent to the capital just like that. He had seen all the famous doctors in the capital and had become known as the "medicine jar".

However, no one knew that Xiao Rui was born intelligent. Not only did he know how to fight, he even knew how to deploy troops. He was already someone that could not be underestimated in the Jin Mansion at such a young age.

On the surface, he was sent to the capital to "cure his illness", but in fact, he was secretly here to form an intelligence network that was only responsible to the Jin King Manor. Moreover, he was here to collect the mysterious "works of the world", such as the "Classic of Virtue" that he stole last night.

"You came back like that from last night, and I didn't even ask you if you got it." Cheng Zixiu poured another cup of tea for himself and leaned back with a relaxed body. He realized that he really liked the taste of this old tea.

"We got it." Xiao Rui casually replied, "But then …" It seems to have landed on Jiang Wan's … "

"What!" Cheng Zixiu sat up in shock, "It's a book she only got when she risked her life. How did you end up with her?"

Xiao Rui glared coldly at Cheng Zixiu and said: "I don't need to worry about her!"

"But I'm not letting go …" Cheng Zixiu almost jumped up, but when he received a warning from Xiao Rui, he swallowed the word "heart" back down, "So what do we do now? When are you going to get the book back? "

Xiao Rui looked at Cheng Zixiu expressionlessly, and said coldly: "You have to let me heal my wounds no matter what, don't you think you have the nerve to let me out with my battered body?"

"Why didn't you tell me that you were with her? Otherwise, I would have brought her back earlier." Cheng Zixiu subconsciously rubbed his nose as he mumbled to himself. Then, thinking about how Xiao Rui had come back last night covered in white cloth, he asked curiously, "Did she really treat all these wounds for you last night?" Seeing her soft and weak appearance, I never would have thought that she would have the guts to do so! "

Xiao Rui rolled her eyes at him and said smugly: "Why didn't you see who picked that woman?"

Seeing Xiao Rui Xuan's proud look, Cheng Zixiu couldn't help but shiver. Just as he was about to go to Ming Xuan to look for Mister Jin, he heard Xiao Rui suddenly ask: "Do you think we should stop talking about typhoid?"

"Of course." The confused Cheng Zixiu replied casually.

Xiao Rui clapped his hands and a black shadow jumped down from the roof, half-kneeling under the eaves of Zhixiang Residence.

"Go and inform that old woman Wang that Fourth Miss felt the cold today and told her to make the food lighter." Xiao Rui instructed.

"Here!" The black shadow responded with a word and disappeared from the courtyard with a leap.

Cheng Zixiu looked at all of this with his mouth agape. He was at a loss for words. "You …." You even have people in her kitchen? "

Xiao Rui casually raised her head and gave him a 'what's wrong with that' look.