After being expelled from the palace, she returned with her cub and amazed the whole city

Back at Qinghui Courtyard, Xiao Jingzhao sat in front of the desk, his narrow phoenix eyes exuding coldness, and his slender fingers tapped on the table.

After a while, seeing his master's fingers stop, Xiang Song bowed and said, "Master, would you like a pen and ink?"

Xiao Jingzhao gave him an approving look, his eyes sinking slightly: "Don't worry, let me make some more plans."

Xiang Yang was confused. What his master and Xiang Song said sounded like a mumble to him.

After a breath, he saw that his master did not speak, and he said: "Master, my subordinates have made arrangements. The matter of the prince's injury will never be reported to Xiuzhuxuan."

The eldest young master has just gotten better, but he can't get angry in a hurry.

Xiao Jingzhao said calmly: "No news about the prince's injury when he returned to the palace should be leaked, both internally and externally."

"I will issue a gag order again."

Watching Xiang Yang walk away, Xiang Song said worriedly: "Master, our troops are limited. Compared with the Jin Yiwei in the capital, our chance of winning is only 50%. If the capital calls back soldiers from the border to serve as foreign aid, we have no chance of winning at all. ”

Xiao Jingzhao didn't know this.

Several princes in the royal family have also been dissatisfied for a long time. Each family secretly keeps private soldiers in their fiefdoms, but no one will act rashly and they are not good. If anyone wants to borrow soldiers, they must get a share of the pie.

Everyone wants to let others bear the risk and benefit from it themselves.

Seeing that the coldness around his master had dissipated, Xiang Song looked out the window: "Master, please rest! Tomorrow I will have to read the booklet brought back by the prince and count the number of refugees in various places."

etc……

Refugees?

Xiao Jingzhao's eyes lit up.

"Served by pen and ink."

Seeing his master's brows relax, Xiang Song was overjoyed and hurriedly stepped forward to polish the ink.

The next day, Xiao Jingzhao summoned a group of counselors, and Xiang Song led the guards to wait outside the meeting hall, not letting a fly in.

When it came to picking up Jiang Shuyue from Jishi Hall for the eldest young master's follow-up consultation, Xiangyang led the driver.

Jiang Shuyue entered Xiuzhuxuan and saw the man painting in the flower hall, who was as gentle as jade and had a rosy complexion. He was completely different from the sickly and frail man a few days ago.

Seeing his savior, Xiao Kang gently pinched the cuff of his right hand with his left hand and put down his pen and ink gracefully.

"Xiao Guizi, please sit down quickly."

Xiao Kang stood up and walked to the side table, raised his hand and made an invitation gesture: "Miss Jiang, please."

A humble gentleman, with elegance in his handsomeness, and a clear and clean smile, as if he had never seen the turmoil in the world.

Jiang Shuyue smiled back: "The young master seems to have recovered well, which shows that the people in your house have taken good care of you."

"Miracle doctor, please have tea."

When Xianghua and Liuer heard the miracle doctor's affirmation, they smiled happily and served tea and cakes respectfully.

Jiang Shuyue was embarrassed to be called a miracle doctor. She smiled at the two maids and said, "Just call me Miss Jiang. I don't dare to be a miracle doctor."

"The girl has superb medical skills, so she deserves it." Vanilla said seriously.

Xiao Kang smiled and said nothing, lightly lifted his robe and sat across from the waiter.

Jiang Shuyue opened the medicine box and took out the pulse pillow.

Vanilla took a piece of silk and placed it on Xiao Kang's white wrist.

The pulse is slightly weak, which is very different from the previous few days.

Jiang Shuyue retracted her hand, nodded and said, "You're recovering well. I'll leave you another recipe for body conditioning, which will be available in half a month."

The eldest young master's chronic illness has long since weakened his body, leaving him unable to get enough to replenish his body. The palace doctor also understands this.

Jiang Shuyue left the prescription and a few bottles of spray, gave some instructions and then left.

"Girl, wait!"

As soon as Jiang Shuyue put the medical kit on her shoulder, Xiao Kang called out to her.

"Young Master, the princess sent someone to send a lot of medical fees, so you don't have to pay anymore this time."

Xiao Kang smiled faintly, rolled up a painting on the table and put it into the scroll: "The girl misunderstood. The girl has rejuvenated her wonderfully. I can't repay you. I can only use a painting, so I hope the girl will accept it."

Jiang Shuyue is also a person who can paint. If she is willing to give people calligraphy and painting, it must be a proud work.

She stretched out her hands to take the scroll and smiled slightly: "Thank you, young master."

The eldest young master of the palace has extraordinary calligraphy. Su Hui also loves calligraphy and painting. She happened to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha and took them back for her to copy and study.

Xiangyang escorted Jiang Shuyue out of Xiuzhuxuan.

Xiao Guizi put away the spray and prescription, and asked in confusion: "Master, why don't you explain to Miss Jiang that one of your paintings is worth at least several hundred taels of silver, which is no less than the medical fee."

"It's tacky to talk about money."

Xiao Guizi was speechless.

The eldest son of his family was so well protected by the prince, princess and prince that he had no idea of ​​the sufferings in the world.

Jiang Shuyue left the palace and was sent back to Jishi Hall by Xiangyang and the driver.

…

On the bustling street, two small figures were walking hand in hand among the crowd.

"Shengsheng, do you hear the drums? Are we too late?"

"No, be careful where you step." Shuisheng held Sui Sui's little hand with one hand and put his other hand on the back of the person in front of him, protecting Sui Sui in front of him.

The cries of people selling snacks on the street kept coming and going, making me salivate with greed.

Shuisheng was afraid of being stepped on every year, so he shouted loudly: "Give in, give in."

After pushing through the crowd and crossing a street, the two of them continued to walk forward under the eaves of the shops along the street.

"Shengsheng, look, the lion is dancing?"

Every year I dance with joy.

Suddenly, Suisui pouted and stared at the teahouse in front of him, "What if the waiter doesn't let us go up?"

Shuisheng gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go up to find daddy. If Xiaoer doesn't let me go up, I'll cry for them to see."

As long as he can make Suisui happy, he will do it. What face or not, children don't need it.

At this time, Xiangyang sent Jiang Shuyue from Jishitang to the palace.

There were too many people on East Street, shoulder to shoulder, and the wonderful performance attracted cheers.

Even the people on the road slowed down and couldn't help but glance at the lion dance stage.

No matter how the driver shouted, the carriage could not move forward quickly.

Xiangyang sat on the shaft, one foot on the shaft, and one foot hanging by the shaft.

He leaned his back against the carriage, his hands folded in front of his chest, his eyes like torches.

The drum sounded again, and the wonderful performance on the high platform came into view.

Xiangyang secretly complained in his heart that his master had so many troubles. If his master came to see this performance, he would be in a good mood.

Thinking in his heart, his eyes couldn't help but look directly opposite the high platform.

On the second floor of the teahouse, people were busy.

Suddenly, a familiar little face caught his eyes.

Who is he?

Why does he look so familiar...

After a breath, Xiangyang slapped his thigh.

How come this kid looks exactly like the master? If he takes this kid back, the master will be happy to see him.

Yes! Just do it.

Just before the carriage passed by the teahouse, Xiangyang jumped off the carriage and walked towards the teahouse in two steps.

In front of the window, Suisui was standing on a chair and watching with great interest.

Shuisheng still held Suisui's back with one hand, for fear that he would step on the chair and fall down in excitement.

Suddenly, Shuisheng's hand was empty, and a scream rang out, and a tall figure jumped down from the window.

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