Reborn! The terminally ill prince has taken a fancy to me again

Chapter 176 Mei Zhuoxue's Past ()

The bamboo scroll is exquisitely bound, but there is no substantive content inside. After all, it is nothing more than praise to the gods, which is really meaningless.

Hua Zuili put down the bamboo roll and rubbed her head, and found that Mei Zhuoxue's complexion improved a lot, she no longer sweated and frowned, and she slept more peacefully, she was completely at ease, and she didn't feel sleepy.

When Mei Zhuoxue woke up, it happened that the girl was leaning against the wall and was sleeping soundly, her head was tilted, her breathing was shallow, but her little hands did not forget to hold on to his sleeves tightly, his expression was warm, looking around and recalling What happened before, the chuckle on his lips turned into mockery in an instant.

He got up slowly and calmly, and saw the bamboo scrolls thrown down at her hand in the blink of an eye, and a row of cursive characters carved with the tip of a knife came into view. An exhortation.

"Um……"

Hua Zuili felt light on her body, as if some heavy object was far away from her. She should have felt relaxed, but the bottom of her heart became more and more uneasy, disturbing her sleep, and what's more, her fingers suddenly touched something cold. Something, she woke up all at once.

"A Zhuo..."

Seeing the face of the person in front of her clearly, she suddenly woke up completely.

"You, you woke up... How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?"

Her clear eyes were full of worry, seeing Mei Zhuoxue's heart warmed, she shook her head and said, "It's nothing, don't worry."

The voice seemed weak, but his spirit was much better than before. Hua Zuili felt relieved and said with a smile, "Fortunately, although that guy is talking a little bit, at least he still has some credibility."

"You went to ask him?"

Hua Zuili only muttered to herself, and accidentally said all the words, she rolled her eyes, raised her head to meet his deep and dark eyes, and felt a little embarrassed: "No, I didn't ask him... "

"That must be what you promised." Mei Zhuoxue interrupted her calmly but forcefully, "Drunk, what did you promise?"

What should we do?Could it be that he should be treated as a magic stick by him?

Hua Zuili knew that the two of them had always been at odds with each other, but now this time it was impossible for them to mess around, and...she wanted to use this time to get to know him even more.

"Then before again, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Mei Zhuoxue was taken aback by the plain rhetorical question, he lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"We are all prisoners, do you still want to keep silent?" Hua Zuili straightened his face, making him look directly at himself, "Ah Zhuo, as I said, no matter when, where, or how the past is, I They are all your wives."

Mei Zhuoxue sneered in vain, as if thinking of something extremely interesting, the smile on the corner of her mouth turned out to be ironic, "There is nothing secret that can't be said, it's just too absurd, I'm afraid you will be fooled if I say it, but since you want to hear... ...well, let's have fun."

He lay down and pillowed on her lap again, raised his hand to pick up the bamboo roll in the corner, and murmured: "It's been too long, and I don't know where to start... If not, start from this" Bamboo' let's start."

What a past...

Instead, let's start with Tianhe four years.

In the fourth year of Tianhe, shortly after the Queen's death, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also fell ill, and the Emperor became ill from worry. He did not know where he heard that there was a Taoist immortal in Beishang Bamboo Forest, who could rejuvenate people and bring them back to life.

The car stopped, the bamboo forest in front of him was quiet, and the breeze was blowing. The old man got out of the car and brought the horse stool, and stretched out his arms to ask the people in the car to come out: "My lord, we're here."

The snow-white gauze curtain was raised, and an elegant young man in sackcloth and filial piety walked out slowly. His face was more morbidly pale than ordinary people, his lips were bloodless, but his eyes were calm and peaceful that did not match his age.

"No need, Uncle." He waved his hand, passed the arm that the old man gave to support him, and walked down slowly by himself.

The young man's alienated and cold attitude made Uncle Fu sigh softly: "Your Highness, don't annoy the Holy Majesty, he chose to send you away because of his worries, and in the final analysis, it was also for your body."

"Gu knows, he feels guilty... because Gu's mother died."

Mei Zhuoxue looked up at the small courtyard in the bamboo forest not far away, and added slowly.

Uncle Fu looked at him indifferently, no matter how many words of comfort came to his lips, he unconsciously swallowed them back. After all, he was suffering from a heart disease... He couldn't persuade him...

The two master and servant came to the small courtyard while talking, and outside the porch, a beardless young man with plain and patched clothes stood there, Shi Shiran, and saluted them: "Caomin Quanshan, I pay my respects to His Royal Highness the Prince. "

Mei Zhuoxue looked him up and down, and said lightly: "I didn't expect you to be dressed like this."

Quan Shan looked at the toes of some worn-out shoes, raised his eyebrows and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, the grass people are used to being casual, and all the clothes are relatively old. I heard that His Highness is coming, and the grass people took out a set of clean clothes. I didn't expect It still made His Highness laugh."

Bright and not artificial, I have to say that this appearance left an indelible impression on Mei Zhuoxue's young heart, he looked up at him with a slightly surprised smile, then lowered his head and remained silent.

Seeing His Royal Highness's silent and gloomy expression, Quan Shan mistakenly thought that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly turned to Uncle Fu who was next to him for help. Uncle Fu shook his head and covered his chest again.

Quan Shan instantly understood: "It's really wrong to let His Highness stand while talking, Your Highness, please come in quickly."

He made a gesture of "please" with his palm facing up, Mei Zhuoxue walked in silently, but when Uncle Fu followed closely, Quan Shan turned to his side, blocking his way.

"This... I'm sorry, Caomin can only receive His Highness, please stay still."

"How can this be done!" Uncle Fu was anxious for a moment, "This old slave has to take care of His Highness, there is no reason to go back!"

"Sorry, this is the rule."

"you!"

The two of them were deadlocked, and Mei Zhuoxue stood next to him and said calmly: "Okay, Uncle Fu, you go back and report to your orders first, and you will be fine alone."

Uncle Fu wanted to say something more, but when he saw one person smiling and the other silent, he sighed helplessly and had to turn around and leave. After walking a few steps, he looked back at the small courtyard in the bamboo forest. I came to pick him up in no time, but this time... I don't know how long I'll have to wait...

Besides, in the small courtyard at this end, Quan Shan closed the bamboo door, brewed a cup of clear spring tea and put it in front of Mei Zhuoxue, while he turned around and went to the small stove to cook.

Mei Zhuoxue took a sip of clear spring tea, it was cool and astringent, and it couldn't be compared with the teas that were paid as tribute in the palace, but he felt refreshed after drinking it, and lay down on the rocking chair next to him, looking at the white clouds. Duo, inexplicably feel a kind of quiet comfort, which is completely different from the oppression in the palace.

For a moment, he suddenly reflected on himself, maybe... the emperor really wanted to cure him, so he let him go.

(End of this chapter)