Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 55 Everyone Loves Me
"However," the conversation turned, he stared at her with a half-smile but not a smile, and said, "If it's for Miss Zhao, it's not impossible to be alone for a favor."

Zhao Xiwei's body stiffened, and he raised his eyes subconsciously.

At such a close distance, his eyes seemed to be calmer, and the prestige inside was even more compelling.

This is a unique temperament that belongs to the Son of Heaven. It is domineering, but it has the gentleness that embraces all things, and it is cold, and it has the softness of spring breeze and rain.

Just this look, like a firelight lit up in an instant, or a butterfly flapping its wings gently, almost subconsciously makes people want to escape.

Zhao Xi lowered his eyelashes slightly: "His Royal Highness forgives his sins, it's because the ministers and daughters are too abrupt."

Li Xuanye did not speak.

Zhao Xiwei could feel that his eyes were still falling on him.

There was another panic in my heart. I had known that I shouldn't have come out to intercede. Offending the Wang family is terrible, but offending the Tian family is even more terrible.

The more she thought about it, the more regretful she became. Wang Fan really deserved to be punished, but her idea of ​​pushing the prince out in order not to offend the Wang family was too bold.

She turned back and forth in her heart, and Li Xuanye's indifferent eyes kept on her face, seeing her well-concealed emotions in his eyes.

Zhao Xiwei had been kneeling for a long time, and the wound on his calf was faintly heard, so he couldn't help frowning.

A palm with distinct joints appeared in front of him, and in the palm was a azure porcelain vase.

Zhao Xi was stunned for a moment, but did not respond for a while.

He heard his voice as clear as jade: "This is the royal painkiller."

Zhao Xi was busy and respectfully received it, and then thanked him respectfully: "My minister and daughter, thank Your Highness for your grace."

He adjusted his sleeves and glanced at Zhao Xiwei, who was still hanging his head, his eyes sank suddenly: "Remember Gu's words, don't do this again in the future."

After speaking, the horse has been urged to leave.

Leaving Zhao Xiwei in place, his face full of doubts.

Don't be like this in the future, what do you mean?
It wasn't until the group of men and horses disappeared at the end of the forest that everyone calmed down a little.

A good Buddhist event, but was in vain, and everyone was a little disappointed.

Everyone forced their smiling faces and returned to the Daxiong Palace to offer incense.

Zhao Xiwei's leg was injured. The previous situation was urgent, and his heartstrings were tense, but he didn't feel very uncomfortable.

Now that I suddenly relax, the wound is as painful and itchy as a group of ants are biting, making it unbearable.

Master Qingyun was a smart and kind person, so he hurriedly called the little nun to lead her into a quiet meditation room, and poured hot water to help her bandage.

The wound wasn't very deep, but a row of red canine teeth was stained with blood, and the edges were a little blue-purple. On her calf as delicate and clean as white jade, it looked very shocking.

The little nun carefully applied the medicine and wrapped it with soft cotton cloth.

Zhao Xiwei saw that she was only eight or nine years old, and she felt a little love in her heart, and quickly said thank you.

Jinxiu took out a small purse from her sleeve and stuffed it into the little nun's hand.

A look of flattery flashed in the little nun's eyes, and she refused again and again.

Buddhism has strict rules, and cannot accept gold and silver from pilgrims.

Zhao Xi smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were very gentle: "This is golden winter melon candy, it's not a valuable thing. You can take it as a snack, and it's my thanks."

The little nun then took the purse and carefully put it in her sleeve, looking very precious.

The medicine Li Xuanye gave was surprisingly effective. After the simple treatment, most of the pain in the wound had disappeared, and it was cool, neither itchy nor hot.

Mrs. Zhao politely thanked Master Qingyun, exchanged a few words with each other, and then left.

Master Qingyun knew that everyone was in a bad mood, so he couldn't be forced to stay, so he got up and took a few female disciples and personally sent them to the outside of the temple.

The old ladies who were waiting at the mountain gate rushed forward and served the ladies and ladies to get on the bus.

Zhao Xiwei paid a little attention.

I saw that the Pei family and the Qiao family were the most pompous.

There were four maids accompanying the carriage alone, and two women guarding the carriage, plus the coachman driving the horse, etc., there were as many as four or fifty people.

The fourth generation of the Pei family was a prince, the fifth generation was a general, and he was also a relative.

But the Qiao family only had one big Honglu, and it was unexpected that there would be such a wealthy scene.

The Cui Clan of Qinghe was a well-known aristocratic family, but the chariots and horses were very simple and simple. Mrs. Cui and Cui Yurong shared a Zhulun canopy car with only two wives, two coachmen, and a maid.

The words and deeds of the five servants are also very humble and calm, and at first glance they have the demeanor of a big family.

The rest of the He family seemed a little stretched, both in terms of pomp and style, showing the humbleness and loneliness of a small family.

One can imagine what kind of situation He Kui came from.

Zhao Xiwei changed his mind, and inexplicably remembered the prince's indifference and arrogance in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, such a person would reuse a poor family.

She was thinking about it, and helped the old lady to get on the glazed canopy car.A smiling voice came: "Mrs. Zhao!"

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Mrs. Qiao walking over, being supported from left to right.

The old lady stopped and smiled, "Mrs. Qiao."

While talking, Mrs. Qiao had come to the front. She bowed in front of the car and said thoughtfully, "It's already so late, the concubine is worried that the old lady is blowing cold wind, so I brought this to you."

As soon as she said that, a kind-looking servant girl respectfully handed over something: "It's good for you to warm your hands."

The eyes of everyone around are bright.

It is a hibiscus stone thermos. The color is crystal clear, but it is the size of an egg. It looks like a delicate and bright hibiscus flower in the hand.

The winter is cold, and the nobles in Beijing often use hand stoves to keep out the cold. This thermos made of hibiscus stone has never been heard of, let alone seen.

The old lady smiled and said, "Is this an oriental product? There's hot sand in it, so it can keep you warm all day."

Mrs. Qiao looked a little surprised: "As expected, old lady, you have a lot of knowledge."

The old lady shook her head and smiled and said, "I also heard from the daughter-in-law of the second room. She often runs outside, deals with businessmen, and knows the popular gadgets on the market."

The respect in Mrs. Qiao's eyes became more obvious.

"Sister Qiao's wealthy family is such a rare treasure as soon as she sells it." Mrs. Cui also came over with a smile, "I can't come up with anything good to please the old god, so I can only express my heart to you. ."

As he spoke, he handed over a bronze waist card: "It's getting late, and if you enter the city for a while, you will have to be interrogated by the Wuwei Army. This is for the family to use when they go out of the city. Let them disturb your peace."

Zhao Xiwei's heart warmed.

Today, if Wang Fan had offended the school captain of Xiyuan and Su Wei, if Wang Fan wanted to take revenge with hatred, as long as he secretly instructed the guards who patrolled the city to make things difficult, it would be enough for the old lady to feel uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Cui has such a thoughtful mind.

Mrs. Zhao had a smile on the corners of her eyes and brows. She kindly thanked Mrs. Qiao and Mrs. Cui, and invited them to come over when they had time, and then got on the carriage.

Zhao Xiwei was about to turn around, but she heard the old lady call out lovingly, "Sister Wei, you and I will sit together, and the two sisters will take the car in that car."

Zhao Chengyan and Zhao Chengyu were about to lift the curtain and get into the car, when they heard this, their faces turned pale.

Originally thought that prostitutes would never be on the stage, but I didn't think that, without a day passed, this wild girl became the favorite of the old lady!
Zhao Chengyu was very unwilling and blurted out: "Grandma! There are differences between the descendants, how can you—"

Before she could finish speaking, she was hit by a sharp gaze, and the old lady said solemnly: "Sister Yan, I have something to say to your sister. You take Sister Yu to the car behind."

Zhao Chengyu was inexplicably apprehensive.

why?
She stayed by her grandmother's side for more than ten years, but she couldn't compare to this wild girl's day?
She is clearly just a prostitute, why is she a head taller than herself everywhere, and why does everyone like her?

(End of this chapter)