"So it is. Did you ask him what disease he had? What's the matter now? "
Xiao Jintang looks unchanged, sitting on one side, smell speech smile: "not yet."
Xiao Jinshun shook his head directly.
The imperial concubine stretched out her slender jade finger and asked them a few times, "you, the teacher is ill. As a student, how can you ask. Even if you are a prince, you should respect your teachers and respect your way. Do you understand? "
At the end, her tone was a little harsh.
But the severity was directed at Xiao Jintang. When she turned to look at Xiao Jinshun, she regained her gentle and lazy appearance.
"Shun'er, I'll let your second brother take you with me in a moment. There's a hundred year old ginseng in my private library. You can take some valuable medicinal materials to nourish your body and send them to Shilang he."
Xiao Jinshun didn't respond. He gave a shy smile to the imperial concubine. "Thank you, madam."
The imperial concubine covered her lips with a smile: "go."
Xiao Jintang gets up to leave, and Xiao Jinshun follows. Before he leaves, he takes a dim look at the imperial concubine.
If the imperial concubine felt it, she tilted her head slightly and raised her chin to him.
Xiao Jinshun's face turned red in a moment. He hurried to catch up with Xiao Jintang and trotted out in embarrassment.
Until their figure disappeared, the imperial concubine slowly put away her smiling face and murmured thoughtfully: "the third prince."
Xiao Jintang and Xiao Jinshun went out of the palace with an entourage and went straight to his house.
Two people are walking to, did not take the sedan chair to drive, may be to show sincerity.
On the third floor of the moon Pavilion, behind an exquisite carved window, a black brocade robe, tall and straight man stood with his hands down, and his eyes fell lightly on the two men.
For a moment, a light footstep came from behind him.
"My Lord."
Soft and gentle voice sounded, the man slowly turned away.
It can be seen from his bearing that he is unusual, but it is a pity that such a mysterious man has a ferocious bronze mask on his face.
Gu Qing wears a pomegranate colored tulle skirt and drags the floor. When she walks, she can see a touch of snow white. Her small and round toes are very attractive.
The room was covered with thick blankets. Gu Qing thought that her steps were light, but he didn't expect that the man found himself the first time.
With a smile, she went to the table and poured a cup of tea for the man. "Longjing, your favorite, won't you have a cup?"
The man's tone is flat and indifferent, but the voice like pearls and jade can't be covered up, which makes people feel fascinated.
"How is the capital recently?"
Gu Qing lowered her head slightly. Her unbundled black hair came down and covered her face.
She picked up the tea cup and went to the man. "It's wonderful. Where do adults want to hear it from?"
The man's eyes without a trace of emotion slowly fall on Gu Qing's face through the mask.
Gu Qing's heart leaped. He handed the cup in his hand, and then opened his mouth. His tone returned to normal, and he did not dare to test again.
"Recently, there has been a lot of news about the prince. He has had many accidents, but when he got on the boat of Jun's family, he was very kind to the prince. He saved the prince several times and was granted the title of marquis Anle."
Gu Qing said the recent events briefly.
The man has not said a word, the expression under the mask, no one can see.