Crazy! Crazy batch of chief ministers reduced to subordinates

Chapter 40 This life is left to you
  "The second girl is back!" Ye Zhi saw Bei Sheng and greeted him with a smile.

"Aunt Ye, where is my mother?" Beisheng asked.

Ye Zhi knelt down slightly to salute, then came over and said, "Madam has been talking to Mr. Lang for a while. She is tired now and is resting. Miss, I want to pay my respects to Madam. Come back during meal time."

Beisheng looked at Nuange next to him. There was no sign of Ofeng or Qingyang, and asked: "Where is Mr. Lang? I saw his carriage parked outside the gate of the mansion."

"I'm reading in Furong Hall." Ye Zhi suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Lang seems to have something on his mind when he comes here today, and he looks very bad. He is also absent-minded when talking to Madam. Miss, go take a look. You young people are easy to talk to. some."

Beisheng handed the snacks and some jewelry in his hand to Ye Zhi and said, "I bought these for my mother. My aunt put them in for me. I'm going to Furong Hall first."

She saluted Ye Zhi and took Wan Yue to Furong Hall.

After turning a corner, Bei Sheng went back to Qingaiyuan to get the medicine box before going to Furong Hall.

Lang Zhuo was bored and flipping through a book in the hall when he suddenly heard footsteps on the steps and immediately stood up and opened the door.

Bei Sheng looked up and met Lang Zhuo's gaze, which was like a deep pool.

His face turned slightly pale, he put his hand half-curled to his mouth and coughed twice. The smile on his face was hidden, and he asked warmly: "You went out early in the morning. Where did you go shopping?"

Beisheng saluted him, "Hello, Mr. Lang."

Naturally, Bei Sheng would not tell him that he was going to make money. He walked up the steps to Lang Zhuo and said, "I have nothing to do. I visited the rouge shop. Your Excellency is injured, why don't you rest at home?"

Lang Zhuo stepped aside two steps to let Bei Sheng in, and said calmly: "It's because I'm injured that I came to see you, a girl, for treatment."

Beisheng said: "You have already taken the medicine that you should take, and the rest can only be taken care of slowly."

She looked around, "Why is there no one accompanying the adults, where are Ao Feng and Qing Yang?"

Lang Zhuo said: "They are busy with their own business."

After the two sat down, Bei Sheng carefully peeled off the gauze to check his wound. When her soft, cold fingertips pressed on Lang Zhuo's warm wrist, it made Lang Zhuo tremble slightly.

Bei Sheng looked at him: "Are you cold, sir?"

Lang Zhuo shook his head in panic.

Being so close, the medicinal scent of her body penetrated into his lungs and confused his mind.

Bei Sheng sighed slightly, "Even if the injury is healed, it will leave some scars. Although students also have medicine to treat scars, it is only effective for small injuries and not effective for large scars."

Lang Zhuo said: "A little scar is nothing."

Bei Sheng applied medicine and bandaged again. Beisheng's movements were very gentle, as he was afraid of hurting Lang Zhuo.

She said: "When you have finished taking the medicated bath for three days, ask O Feng to come to me, and I will prescribe another medicated bath."

Lang Zhuo stared at Bei Sheng. He didn't know if it was because of the poisoning, but he felt that her face was as ethereal as clouds. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but he was afraid that it would disappear at the first touch.

He murmured and asked: "So, is my poison cured?"

Beisheng said: "No, it's only half solved."

She hesitated for a moment and then said: "Someone hurt you with poison that will not kill you immediately. They must want to threaten you. He must also have the antidote in his hand. Why don't you ask him?"

Lang Zhuo tried to make a fist, but it hurt when he exerted force, and his whole arm hurt. The injury was on my right wrist, and now I can't even lift a pen to write.

He raised his head and stared at Bei Sheng, murmuring: "I only found the second girl because I didn't want to be threatened. If you can save the half-dead Crown Prince, can't you heal this injury?"

"This is different. How can His Highness the Crown Prince's injuries be compared with those of His Excellency? Although his injuries are serious, they are not poisonous, and Your Excellency..." Bei Sheng sighed slightly and did not say any more.

Lang Zhuo said seriously: "I will leave my life to the second girl." Lang Zhuo looked at Bei Sheng's expression. She was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head to make tea on the clay stove.

Beisheng put tea leaves into the silver pot, and his hands couldn't help but tremble slightly. There was this strange atmosphere and strange feeling again.

She raised her head and smiled suddenly, "The pills I fed you yesterday were made by my adoptive father with a lot of effort. If you take the ordinary poison, it will be completely cured. But the poison on your body is too powerful. Just take those pills." The antidote is not very effective, so we have to find another way.”

"Besides..." Bei Sheng paused, "Sir, you should rest quietly, don't be tired, don't think wildly, and more importantly... abstain from sex."

What she is best at is turning her back on the guests. Even if the atmosphere is strange, she has plenty of ways to break it.

As soon as the word "abstinence" blurted out, Lang Zhuo's face turned red and he was unable to even rebuke him, "What are you talking about?"

Beisheng said: "The students are standing from the perspective of doctors and are giving instructions to patients. Why should adults be angry?"

Lang Zhuo's face was sullen and his eyes were lowered. His hands were curled up tightly, as if suppressing something, and he said softly: "Don't misunderstand Boran and I. She and I are not the kind of relationship you want."

Bei Sheng pursed his lips and snickered, pouring boiling tea into two teacups, "Students know that adults can rest assured that students will never talk nonsense outside."

The Zuixian Tower was the largest entertainment venue in the capital, and was a place of entertainment for many courtiers and wealthy children. It was normal for Lang Zhuo to visit the Zuixian Tower.

When she handed the tea to Lang Zhuo, Lang Zhuo's eyes were filled with coldness. He coldly lifted up a food box from under the case and said, "This is the medical fee."

Beisheng opened the food box, which contained hibiscus cake. He suddenly paused and his face became stiff.

She raised her head and looked at Lang Zhuo, "Did the eldest princess reward you?"

Lang Zhuo turned his face away, looked out the window and drank tea, and said calmly: "The eldest princess just happened to reward me with hibiscus cake. I remembered that you said it was delicious, so I brought it to you."

This medical fee was really special. She picked up a piece and took a bite. The fragrance of lotus mixed with the bitterness of lotus seeds slowly melted on the tip of her tongue.

There are also hibiscus cakes sold in street snack shops, but they are just called hibiscus cakes. In addition to being sweet and soft, they do not have the fragrance of lotus or the bitterness of lotus seeds.

After taking a small bite, Beisheng put it down.

Lang Zhuo turned around and asked, "Why don't you eat?"

Beisheng said: "Why doesn't the eldest princess remove the lotus heart?"

Lang Zhuo said calmly: "Without the bitterness of the lotus heart, the hibiscus cake will not taste good."

Bei Sheng thought of a person, a person who wanted to eat hibiscus cake but didn't dare to eat it and couldn't.

I don’t know if Xiao Xu listened to her and went to work at the saddlery bureau?
  Wouldn't his life be easier if he had a serious job?

Lang Zhuo stared at her for a long time and then said, "I have something to tell you in advance. His Royal Highness is going back to Beijing."

Bei Sheng was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "When?"

Lang Zhuo said: "When Duke An Guo returns to Beijing."

It was only fitting that Duke An Guo was rescuing the disaster and sending the prince back to the capital.

"Is this your arrangement?" Beisheng asked.

Lang Zhuo nodded, sipped his tea, and said nothing more.

When the prince returns to the capital, I don't know what kind of turmoil he will cause. Fortunately, she is going back to Runing, and everything in the capital has nothing to do with her.

(End of this chapter)