The prince is sick: the doctor waits for the prince

Chapter 107 As long as His Royal Highness likes it
The snow outside the window has been falling for a long time.

When she woke up, apart from the pain in her lower body, she also felt that her head was inexplicably swollen.

The quilt wrapped her thickly, and the curtains floated lightly.Scholar reluctantly stood up, but Cheng Zijiang was nowhere to be seen.

Scholar sighed, that's fine.

After what happened to her last night, if she still met her eyes in the morning, she would definitely be even more shy.

Thinking of this, Shu Xiang's face was already blushing, she never knew that she was so shy.

She lowered her head and thought for a while before deciding to get up, so she took out her clothes, put them on, and began to wash.

……

But when Cheng Zijiang entered the side room, he saw a carrier pigeon sitting on the window tree, its feathers were already wet, it was hard to imagine how much effort it took to get here.

This is a letter from the imperial capital.

It is true that he does not take it seriously, there are only a few words.

The words on the letterhead are in Zijin's handwriting, written in a smooth and graceful manner.

"Zijin is well in the imperial capital, but Cheng Ziyan's house arrest has been released, and I hope that my brother will be defeated in Zhao quickly. Chubai has already gone to Zhao State, I wish you good health."

After reading it, Cheng Zijiang began to frown.

Before I knew it, a long time had passed, and it was indeed too long to wait.Although there was always Zijin on guard at Cheng Ziyan's place, but it was not a solution after all.

After all, a prince who is seriously ill really makes people feel that God is very unfair. If he doesn't fight for it, he will blame himself for not being up to date.

However, Zijin is very thoughtful, having Chubai's escort can save a lot of worry, and can also take care of Shuxiang.

Picking up a pen to reply to the letter, Cheng Zijiang looked up and saw that the snow outside had stopped.Guessing that Shuxiang was about to wake up, he walked to the inner room.

However, Shuxiang had already finished washing, and she was sitting in front of the dressing table, looking out of the window in a daze.

Cheng Zijiang walked closer and said, "Why don't you sleep more?"

She turned around, "I want to play snowball fights."

She blinked her eyes, as if she was a little lost looking at the snow scene, and she blinked again because her vision was not buffered.

Cheng Zijiang said vaguely: "Are you sure about your body..."

Thinking of what happened last night, my ears turned red.She interrupted hastily, "Forget it, I'll go out and have a look."

Shuxiang lifted the corner of her skirt and began to walk outside. Cheng Zijiang looked at Shuxiang's back, inexplicably feeling amused and shy again.

He stepped forward and interlocked his fingers: "I'll be with you."

At the moment he held her, Shuxiang stopped suddenly, held his hand instead, frowned and asked, "Why is it so cold?"

Cheng Zijiang didn't know what she was going to ask, so he just let out a soft voice: "Huh?"

"Hand." She thought for a while, then smiled, "I'll cover it for you so it won't be cold."

Cheng Zijiang played with the end of her hair with the other hand, and said with a teasing smile, "I'm cold all over, so you can hug me."

Shuxiang curled her lips and immediately let go of her hand, turned around and sat on the steps alone to pinch the snowman.

It's really insatiable, too shameless.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Zijiang took the initiative to hug her and whispered in her ear: "Well, the fragrance of books is very warm."

The scholarly fragrance was gone, and he smiled helplessly, "Why are you getting more and more clingy? I remember that you were very indifferent when I first met you."

Hearing this, Cheng Zijiang smiled.I thought in my heart how I would know how much I love you later when I saw you for the first time.

Shuxiang pushed him: "Speak?"

Cheng Zijiang hugged her even tighter, afraid that he might disappear in the next moment: "Hold her for a while."

His voice suddenly softened, brushing her heart, and the scholarly eyes softened immediately.

Her gaze meanders along the steps to the unknown distance, if it can be like winter snow, it will be a lifetime of white hair when it reaches the end.

Shuxiang replied softly: "Well, as long as His Royal Highness likes it."

The branches are dark green and covered with snow, how I wish to stay at this moment.

　Well, Ching Ming Festival is coming, I want to quietly be a good boy who posts regularly and doesn't talk.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)