The prince pursed his lips and glanced at Du Ruo coolly.
Du Ruo shrank his neck in fright, faced the car wall, and huddled in the corner, wishing he could pull a curtain to cover himself completely.
The prince then raised the corner of his mouth, but did not answer Zhen Qingyin's words, nor did he call for the imperial doctor to stop.
He took Zhen Qingyin's hand, pulled out a clean white silk handkerchief from the small drawer, and meticulously wiped the blood from her fingertips.
Zhen Qingyin resisted and did not take out her hand. After he wiped it clean, she took it back and put it on her leg. The wiped fingertips were itchy. She curled her fingers and gently rubbed her fingertips on the delicate and smooth satin skirt.
Rubbing the tip of the prince's heart also felt itchy.
The sound of a pindrop could be heard inside the carriage.
After a while, the proud and powerful prince could no longer hold on.
"Qing Yin, give me a hand, I want to lie down."
Zhen Qingyin looked at Du Ruo.
Du Ruo picked up a pillow from somewhere, turned his back to them, and lay on the pillow.
It's like falling asleep.
Probably afraid to wake up. She rubbed her forehead and said, just listen to Wei Ji. If she follows her pace, they may not even be able to hold hands in ten years.
She moved closer and carefully helped the prince lie down.
He had injuries on his abdomen, back, and right arm, and there were small wounds in some places, but his face was clean. Zhen Qingyin didn't know where to hold her hands for fear of hurting him.
When he lay down, the prince broke out in cold sweat on his forehead because he was in pain, and Zhen Qingyin also broke out in cold sweat on his forehead because he was nervous.
The prince pointed to a small drawer: "There is a handkerchief. Wipe it. If you sweat, it will catch the wind."
Zhen Qingyin pulled out the drawer and placed a stack of silk handkerchiefs in it, all of them in solid colors, ranging from dark to light.
She took the top azure handkerchief and was about to wipe the sweat when she suddenly looked at the prince, hesitated for a moment, and then wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.
The prince closed his eyes.
I have never felt that silk handkerchiefs are so gentle.
Her sleeves gently brushed his cheek, and he thought silently, his father was right, the warm fragrance of nephrite, even the sleeves of the young lady are fragrant, the wrists are as white as snow, and the warm fragrance of peach blossoms.
Since kissing will not make a woman pregnant, then...
The carriage moved slowly and swaying, making people feel dizzy and want to doze off.
Zhen Qingyin held on for a while, and simply did not embarrass herself, holding it for who to see? She couldn't pretend to be in front of Wei Ji for the rest of her life.
So, with peace of mind, she tightened her cloak, pulled a corner of the quilt to slightly cover her legs, and imitated Du Ruo, hugging a pillow and closing her eyes.
After a while, the carriage became too quiet, and Du Ruo slowly opened his eyes.
Like a thief, she quietly turned around and saw that the prince and the girl were both asleep. Then she patted her chest, took a long breath, and quietly sat down next to Zhen Qingyin, being careful not to bump the carriage and bump her up.
Due to the fever, Zhen Qingyin's breath was hot and dry, and her head was dizzy. When she noticed someone approaching, she naturally leaned her head against him.
Du Ruo specially put several layers of silk cloth on his shoulders, so that the girl's pillow would be softer.
The curtains bumped along with the carriage, sometimes leaking out the scenery outside. While Du Ruo was enjoying the scenery along the way, he was twirling delicious snacks made by the palace chef, chewing them in small bites without making any loud noises, which was extremely comfortable.
The prince fell asleep from the pain and woke up again from the pain.
It was so annoying and funny to see Du Ruo, a little girl, eating the snacks he specially prepared for Zhen Qingyin like a little mouse.
He stared at her with cold eyes.
Du Ruo choked and hurriedly took a few sips of the almond milk prepared by the imperial chef.
The prince's eyes twitched.
Du Ruo blushed and defended in a low voice: "Before departure, the girl said that if you have nothing to do, you can eat snacks on the car."
The maids in Chaoyu Pavilion are all greedy.
Without him, Zhen Qingyin likes a quiet environment and doesn't like the maids gossiping. Therefore, Chaoyu Pavilion has always prepared snacks and tea since Zhen Qingyin became rich overnight. If they want to talk, they will eat.
When your mouth is occupied by eating, you won't talk about things that are good for you and good for the west.
The prince felt more and more that Zhen Qingyin was kind-hearted and so considerate to a little girl, so he whispered: "Help the orphan up."
Du Ruo was speechless.
Just messing around.
You just lay down not long ago, right?
She held Zhen Qingyin's face, moved to sit next to the prince, and helped the prince sit up with difficulty.
After the prince sat down, he pointed to the corner of the carriage.
Du Ruo was depressed and sat obediently in the corner of the carriage, but before leaving, he took away two boxes of his favorite snacks.
This girl is more courageous than Zhen Qingyin. The prince laughed and gently put Zhen Qingyin's head on his shoulder, and his slender fingers helped tighten the ties of her cloak.
After sitting for a long time, although his back was stiff and his wounds hurt, he always had a gentle smile on his face.
Why didn't you think before that she even breathed so beautifully?
As dusk approaches, the setting sun is surrounded by red clouds, hanging high on the highest peak of Meiyan Mountain, like a gorgeous veil accidentally left by the Weaver Girl in the world.
The convoy finally arrived at the palace.
The carriage stopped and the prince called softly: "Qing Yin, Qing Yin..."
Zhen Qingyin opened her sleepy eyes and suddenly felt someone wrapping her arms around her shoulders. She was startled when she saw that she and the man were almost cheek to cheek.
She raised her arms to push the face away.
The prince thought he was about to be slapped again, and felt a chill in his heart. He quickly pressed her arm and said with a faint smile: "It's Gu."
Hearing the familiar voice, Zhen Qingyin recognized that the owner of this face was the prince.
For a moment, her hair felt as if the wind had caught her hair, and her whole body was cold. She waited for two seconds before remembering her decision to be with someone else.
"Your Highness, I am hurting you." Zhen Qingyin took advantage of the fact that she had just woken up and quietly changed her title to test his bottom line.
"No, your head is very light." Seeing that she did not jump away immediately, but instead leaned on his shoulder obediently, the prince suddenly felt that the pain and numbness along the way were worth it.
Zhen Qingyin glanced at him silently to make sure that he was not empty-headed. Then she raised her head, sat upright, wrapped his left arm back, and gently pressed his shoulder.
"Are you numb? Let me rub it for Your Highness."
The prince was instantly flattered again. The softness of his fingers was transmitted to his shoulders through the thin spring shirt, and spread all over his body. The wounds on his abdomen were slightly warm.
He gave Du Ruo a satisfied look.
Du Ruo: ...What does it have to do with me?
Du Ruo brought two cups of hot drinks and said, "Your Highness, girl, I just woke up and my body feels cold. Drink some hot almond milk to warm your body."
The prince took a glass and handed it to Zhen Qingyin first: "Drink quickly."
Zhen Qingyin noticed that he rarely got along with girls, and although he tried his best to show his kindness, he always seemed a little unnatural.
He is learning.
She is also learning.
She smiled, took the jade cup, and drank half of it in small sips.
The prince looked at her drinking with a smile, thinking about it, and remembered to ask Feng Youxi to reward the imperial chef tomorrow.
He stretched out his hand and was about to take the remaining jade cup. Zhen Qingyin, who was about to hand the jade cup to Du Ruo, retracted his hand, took the jade cup back, raised his head and drank it all.
"I'm really thirsty, please don't laugh at me, Your Highness. It's quite delicious."
The prince's hand took the empty one, and his smile grew deeper: he rewarded the imperial chef twice as much.
But Feng Youxi, who had just climbed onto the carriage, saw this scene and thought: This lady is guarding you, lest you drink the leftovers.
