The prince is sick: the doctor waits for the prince

Chapter 219 Cheng Zijiang, You Are Nasty

After an unpleasant lunch, Shu Xiang sat in the pavilion and started making tea.

The water I used was the dew from the petals that I got in the morning when I was bored alone. The tea was the mist from the new tribute. Her finger was injured and she couldn’t play the piano. Occasionally reciting poems and making tea has become a habit.

Cheng Zijiang sat with her in the pavilion, outside the pavilion was a sparse lotus pond, now the water was rippling, and occasionally carp came out of the water to exhale, and the water surface rippled in circles.

The wind blew over the lotus leaves, and then over the water, blowing over Cheng Zijiang's face. He suddenly felt curious and asked a question.

"Why haven't I seen you play the qin when I came back?" Usually at this time, scholars usually choose a shade of a tree, sit on the ground and play the qin with their hands, but now they have fallen in love with the way of making tea for some reason. Cheng Zijiang sighed, "Thinking I don't know if it will be moldy or not."

Shuxiang's hand that was making tea froze for a moment, her fingertips felt a slight pain, she pretended nothing happened, to cover up the feeling just now, and looked at Cheng Zijiang with a smile, "Probably because I'm not in the mood recently."

Fortunately, he didn't find anything.

She didn't know that Cheng Zijiang actually wanted to find out, but the two had different thoughts, and neither of them let the other know.

"Come here." Cheng Zijiang waved to Shuxiang.

The sound of the tea boiling reminded Shuxiang that the new tea was ready, and motioned for Pauline to come and help her share the tea.

The palace servants on the promenade quietly waited for the orders of the prince and princess, in case of emergencies.

When Shuxiang realized that Cheng Zijiang was calling her, the other party was already a little impatient.

Scholar looked at Cheng Zijiang feeling a little strange, Chi Chi sat on the stool and dared not move over.

Cheng Zijiang waved his hand again.

Only then did Shuxiang stand up reluctantly, and took a small step forward with some fear, she squeezed her cuffs tightly, and said coyly, "What are you doing?"

Cheng Zijiang looked at Shuxiang's vigilant actions, and thought it was very funny. He explained with some teasing, "Don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you."

The darker the description, the more likely this is what he said.

Shuxiang's methods towards Cheng Zijiang became more and more clear. The prince is a person who looks very warm and harmless on the surface, but he is definitely a first-class dark-bellied person in his heart.In other words, to put it in a bad way, it means eating people without spitting out their bones.

It's really too cruel, and recently he especially likes to tease her for fun, so Shuxiang has to be on guard.

"I'm just afraid of what you'll do to me." Shuxiang stepped back warily after hearing what Cheng Zijiang said.

At this time, Baolin had already divided the tea, and when she saw the appearance of the prince and princess, she couldn't help laughing for a while, but when she thought that the prince was still there, she had to hold back forcibly, which was really sad.

Scholar took a sip of the tea, it seemed like it was used to calm down the shock.

Seeing that Shuxiang had no intention of coming over, Cheng Zijiang had no choice but to walk over by himself, and he raised the corners of his lips with a smirk: "Scholar, seeing you like this, I really want to do something to you."

Shuxiang clenched her teacup tightly, shrank her neck back, closed her eyes and shouted at the top of her voice: "Cheng Zijiang, you are obscene."

Palace man: "..."

Prince: "..."

A row of palace people stood on the long corridor outside the pavilion, all stunned, silently turning their heads to see if the crown prince would lose his temper with the crown princess, and by the way, also want to see if the crown prince is really as rumored, and the crown prince has arrived to what extent.

As a result, the prince also looked at them in unison, as if what he wanted to express was—you have heard so much, should I silence it?
(End of this chapter)