Twin Brocade

Chapter 145 Pain

She has been Cao Huaying for decades, and she has only been Fang Jinshu for half a year.Although it is affected and changed by the surrounding environment, but the habits that have lasted for decades are deeply ingrained, how can we change it just by saying it?
In her reaction to situations, she always ignored the fact that she was only nine years old.

Fang Jinshu secretly warned himself not to make the same mistake again.

Seeing her obediently admitting her mistake, Jingchen said: "Okay, I know you also have good intentions, but you are just a little reckless. Go back to sleep and leave it to us here."

Fang Jinshu still wanted to stay, but seeing her face darken, he hurriedly left.

As soon as she returned to the yard, Fang Fei fetched water and came in to cleanse her face, when she heard a sound from outside.It turned out that Yuanyin and other young nuns were driven back by Jingchen.

After being busy in the middle of the night, everyone has traces of smoke and fire on their bodies.Glancing at each other, they all laughed.Hurry up and wash separately, clean up and go to bed.

Hearing such laughter, Fang Jinshu burst into a smile from his heart.

At this point, she finally had the answer.She did not live in vain in her life. At least, she avoided the embarrassing situation of the food in the nunnery being burned and the next difficult winter.Those two old nuns will also live because of her.

Lying on the bed, as soon as her head touched the pillow, she fell asleep.

Fang Fei gently pulled up the quilt for her, and seeing the smile on her face, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Before, the girl stood in front of the burnt-down house and lost her soul, which scared her enough.Although she doesn't know much, she is not stupid.As she studied with Princess Jing'an, she gradually understood that the girl had a lot on her mind.

But Fang Fei never said anything to anyone, she kept this worry in her heart silently.Since he can't help the girl, at least he can't make trouble for the girl.

At this moment, she keenly noticed that Fang Jinshu's mood was much better than before, so she was relieved.As long as the girl is okay, she is willing to do anything.

The small courtyard where Fang Jinshu was staying gradually quieted down, and the busyness on the fire scene was coming to an end.

Mrs. Jingchen led people to walk through the entire fire site again, and watered all the places where there were faint sparks with water to ensure that there would be no accidents.

Huiyin led a dozen or so nuns, and urgently cleaned up an empty courtyard, allowing the injured to live in it.Jingzhen and a nun who knows medical skills will diagnose, treat and bandage them one by one.

Jinghe returned to her yard, opened the medicine cabinet filled with different herbs, took out a few herbs, and asked the maid to make a soup and send it to Princess Jing'an.

The maid asked her puzzledly: "Miss, why didn't you send it in person? You see that the teacher lived in seclusion before, so you will take the initiative to come forward now."

Jinghe hooked the corners of her lips and said, "I'm just worried that if Princess Jing'an is ill, the nunnery will be implicated."

Her enemy was in the palace, and it was the smiling Concubine Zheng who made no sound but gave her a fright.She wants revenge and has to make long-term plans, which is not that simple.Even if you please Princess Jing'an, so what?

Could it be that Princess Jing'an will avenge her for her sake.

She saw the quiet things in her eyes, and she understood half a dozen things in her heart.But what does other people's affairs have to do with her?She doesn't want to be nosy.

When the decoction was delivered, Princess Jing'an had just finished bathing, and Liang Chen was wiping her hair for her.Mei Mei searched around the room and said, "Your Highness, there is no smoke cage here."

Jing Le gave up her room and gave it to Princess Jing'an to live in.But with Jing Le's status, in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, she can only be said to be similar to the ladies of ordinary wealthy families in Beijing, and far behind Princess Jing'an.

That is to say, after taking a bath, the maid used the heat of the fumigation cage to slowly dry Princess Jing'an's hair.This kind of smoker is very exquisitely made, and it is somewhat similar to the hand stove commonly used by the women of rich families.

Silver frost charcoal is burned in the innermost layer of silver balls, and a layer of hollow hollow ceramic balls is covered outside. The silver balls are suspended in the middle with a silver fork. No matter how they are turned, they will always be in the middle.

The hollow ceramic ball can be opened and filled with favorite spices.While drying the hair, it can also scent the hair.The spices used by Princess Jing'an are specially made by the female officials in the palace who are good at perfumery. They are mixed with several kinds of fragrances, which have soothing and calming effects.

Such a delicate object, how can there be such a quiet thing.

Princess Jing'an had already expected that the beautiful scenery would be a waste of time, so she closed her eyes and said slowly, "There's no rush, just take your time."

Liang Chen said softly: "Your Highness, don't fall asleep when your hair is still wet."

"How can I sleep." Princess Jing'an touched the letter hidden in her chest, and smiled self-deprecatingly.Fortunately, I kept this letter next to my body, so I didn't let him get it!
Unexpectedly, all my heart of love and protection would end up being brutally murdered!If he couldn't find the secret letter, he would stun himself and then set fire to him, how could he be so cruel.

Is he still the kid he watched growing up?When did it become so ruthless?

Princess Jing'an shook her head, trying to convince herself that he is not such a person.He lost his mother since he was a child. His temper may be a bit arrogant and extreme, but he will definitely not murder himself.

However, the bloody facts were in front of her, and when she recalled the thrill of escaping, she couldn't help but not believe it.

When I was trapped in the clean room, I didn't dare to leave because I didn't know the fire outside.At that time, she once desperately thought that her life was over.

She had imagined many ways to die, but she never thought that one day she would be burned to death by her nephew and grandson raised by herself.

This thought invaded her mind like poison and couldn't get rid of it.It was like a sharp knife stabbing hard into her heart, causing her whole body to twitch in pain.

"His Royal Highness, Jinghe Shitai ordered the servant girl to bring the soup. The teacher said that you have been disturbed. This soup has the effect of calming the mind and mind, and it can also prevent colds."

Princess Jing'an opened her eyes, looked at the maid who was kneeling and holding the soup in front of her, and said, "Get up."

Jingmei took the decoction in her hand, took a sip, and slowly reported the ingredients used in it, saying: "Poria cocos, Anemarrhena, Sweet Tingli, Yinhua vine... Your Highness, Jing and Mrs. Tai's prescription is not bad. .”

"Your teacher is too caring, thank you for me first when you go back."

After the maid left, Liang Chen helped Princess Jing'an up and half sat on the couch.Meimei stuffed a big blue-green brocade pillow into her waist, and served her medicine.

After drinking a bowl of medicine, Princess Jing'an felt a thin layer of sweat on her back, Jingmei said: "The cold air is coming out, the princess is fine."

Liang Chen wiped the sweat off her back with a large piece of plain silk, and said with a smile: "I heard that Jing and Mrs. Tai came from Gui Chenghou's residence, but I didn't expect that she also knows herbal medicine."

She didn't want to chew people's tongues behind their backs, but just wanted to lead Princess Jing'an to say something.

　My son is on winter vacation, and I don’t have time to code these days, so I rely on saved manuscripts/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~
　　Wan Geng, I should rest in two days, and then I will give priority to ensuring stable updates

　　
　
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