win the hairpin

Chapter 292
The King of Jin wanted to avenge his mother, and he had to settle accounts with Jinshang, one by one, and push Jinshang from the place he cared most about, even if he became a sinner who killed his father through the ages.

Waking up from the dream, he woke up for a moment, opened his eyes, saw Song Huiyue sitting beside him, and fell asleep again with peace of mind.

The emptiness in his heart, the pain of ignorance and stupidity in the present world will disappear, which is good, he has become a cold devil.

Song Huiyue stayed by King Jin's side all night.

She asked Huang Ting to bring a lot of scriptures, read them carefully by the candlelight, sometimes read a few words to King Jin, and probed the forehead of King Jin at the same time.

Touching King Jin's forehead with his hand, King Jin's frown furrowed slightly, showing a slightly relieved look.

King Jin burned repeatedly, Song Huiyue didn't sleep at all, and waited for the imperial doctor to prescribe the medicine, and poured it down to King Jin, feeling a lot of love for King Jin in his heart.

She felt sorry for Prince Jin, and it was true that she would rather be a beggar mother than an official father.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, Song Huiyue grinned at the story book, King Jin was lying beside her, still hot all over, but no longer repeated as before, the fever had begun to gradually subside.

On the fourth watch, the bell rang from Xiangguo Temple, which could also be heard in King Jin's mansion. King Jin woke up from his sleep, unwilling to open his eyes, but changed his posture, turned himself sideways to Song Huiyue, and at the same time held firmly took her hand.

While taking the opportunity to hang out with Song Huiyue, he secretly scolded himself in his heart: "Li Shouming, Li Shouming, you still have to be shameless."

Song Huiyue flipped through the book with one hand, scolded the ungrateful scholar, then threw away the story book, poked Zhao Shun's forehead in a vain manner, turned her head and said to Zhao Shun: "It's hot, Let the kitchen make a bowl of noodle soup, and I will make a bowl for you too, because I want something else."

You've been starving for so long.

Zhao Shun hurriedly went to do it, and at the same time asked someone to prepare cold water to wipe Huang Ting's face.

Huang Ting thought to himself that he must be unkempt at this time, wanted to get up to wash up, and missed the smell of Song Huiyue's body, before I could make a decision, Zhao Shunhe came to the house and pressed his forehead to mine: "It's really good. "

You straightened up, broke away from Huang Ting's hand, yawned, stretched your waist a long way, then went to check the scriptures sent by King Jin.

The scholars who wrote the storybooks don’t know why. Recently, they are all the same gifted scholars and beautiful ladies. They read less and feel like they can write the next one by themselves.

You stretched out your index finger to fiddle under the book, suddenly you felt a movement in front of you, you quickly turned around to see, it turned out that Huang Ting woke up.

"Huang Duzhi, the lord is awake!" Song Huiyue called Zhao Shun, while sitting on the edge of the bed, with one hand passing through Huang Ting's front and back, forcefully making me half-lying and half-sitting. Huang Ting drinks.

"Did the prince go to interrogate Zhang Xutang outside the prison? Why did you come back sick?"

Huang Ting drank half a bowl of water, his dry body got the rain, and sat up with his hands.

But together, I feel dizzy.

I quickly leaned against the bedpost and took a deep breath. Although I had experienced a violent storm inside, I still smiled kindly to Song Huiyue: "The statue of the prison god is frightened, does he know how to raise the prisoner?" This blue-faced Hell God is as if alive."

Zhao Shunhe put the bowl and gave way to King Jin, knowing that what I said was nonsense——Huang Ting is frank, even if he is a bad person, he is dark and upright, how could he be afraid of the prison god.

However, Huang Ting said, you should ask less: "I don't have noodle soup, you bring it for you, let Huang Duzhi feed you some."

Huang Ting immediately agreed: "You just have a fever and your hand is broken. He will wait for you inside."

Watching Zhao Shunhe go out, I reached out and touched my face, feeling that my face was full of oil, and I described it as wretched. I was willing to sit and eat with Song Huiyue with such a face, so I cheered up and changed a set of clothes. After cleaning his face and hands, King Jin helped him out of the bedroom and into the main room.

The layout of my bedroom is the same as that in Tanzhou. There are few bamboo things, not even two chairs are made of bamboo.

Song Huiyue loves the bamboo chair very much, so she pulled it over and sat on it, took the noodle soup and picked it up with chopsticks, seeing Zhao Shun sitting on it, she quickly pushed it behind me: "The noodle soup is good, wait until you get better." , let's eat better."

You coaxed Zhao Shun like a big child, Zhao Shun looked at your bowl, it was also a bowl of noodle soup, it was bland, whether there was any oily flakes, or even big vegetables.

Song Huiyue eats whatever I eat, it definitely makes me greedy.

That big moon is always so caring, how can it make me love.

Song Huiyue held the chopsticks by herself and hadn't started eating yet. Huang Ting's mouth was full of blisters, and it hurt to drink water. It was a gluttonous attack, and I ate more than half a bowl.

Nothing has receded from my stomach, my mind is so chaotic, without a trace of clarity, and I asked King Jin to open the window again, I want to get some fresh air.

Song Huiyue was full, and asked Jin Wang to prepare sugar water. If it was to be iced, he would use candied lychee to make it, and pour it into a small pot. You would drink the same if you wanted anything else.

What King Jin was most worried about was not whether Huang Ting was eating or drinking. When Mrs. Pei died, Huang Tingzhi was often willing to eat and drink because there was no foam in his mouth, so that he stayed sick for a long time.

Seeing that Huang Ting ate something, I felt overwhelmed, and ordered the waiter to watch outside, and go to make lychee syrup myself.

Although the waiter has experienced before, but Huang Ting is comfortable in his eyes, I still want to do it myself to make the taste of the sugar water more attractive.

At the same time, I also sent some cut strips to Song Huiyue.

The sugar water was delivered, whether it has been chilled outside the ice bowl, but it is also refreshing and cool, with a hint of sweetness, whether it is less or more, it will definitely make your throat choke.

Song Huiyue held the pot and poured a full cup for Huang Ting: "Drink less, you'll get better soon, if it's not sweet, it's bitter."

Huang Ting picked up the cup, drank it quickly, his body relaxed little by little, his stiff bones fell one by one, and he completely collapsed and retreated out of the chair.

The night inside was dark, and the sound of insects chirping was very loud. Song Huiyue picked up the bamboo strips and prepared to weave a grasshopper cage.

While making up, you are bragging to Huang Tingxiao.

"If you go to help the yamen, you must be very cute. You can only play slingshots, weave grasshopper cages, and catch grasshoppers."

Huang Ting listened to your cowhide, and smiled knowingly, all the haze that you had left was dispelled by you: "Yes, you are attractive."

I asked Jin Wang to change a recliner, and I lay on the chair and looked at the night sky in the window. My eyes wandered in the night. Because of the low coldness, I didn't look stupid, not a bit dull, but my heart was very quiet.

Song Huiyue was concentrating on weaving a cage next to me, and the smell of paper wrapped incense was exuding from under her body, not as fragrant as the bamboo strips, which made me feel warm and distant, as if mixed with the breath of heaven and earth—heaven and earth were too The vastness, we are just the dust mixed in it, and the little things in the dust are really amazing.

(End of this chapter)