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Chapter 8

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    Chuchun thought: "Where is applying ice cubes useful?" But he said: "My lord, I'm afraid I can't find ice cubes at this time of year!"

    It was only then that Ling Zimo remembered that it was late autumn, and the ice stored in the winter of last year might have been used up.  Looking at Mengdie, I felt a burst of regret.

    But Mengdie said: "It's okay, Mengdie has prepared good medicine for bruises." She turned her head and told Chuchun: "Let Zihua serve tea, and you can get it for me!"

    Chuchun answered "Yes" and bowed his head.  Xuyuan is not big, and there are only a few rooms to come and go.  The outer room is the hall, and the inner room is the bedroom.  Ling Zimo looked at the residence carefully, and found that although the house was old, it was tidy and clean, and there were no decorations. There were only some books lying around, which showed that the owner of the house liked to read.  Outside the window is a small garden. Although the willow leaves have all fallen, the wicker is still swaying gently in the wind, very leisurely.

    At the beginning, the craftsmen designed the Xu Garden, probably for the purpose of escaping the summer heat, but in fact Ling Zimo hardly ever came here.  At this moment, when I saw it, I felt quiet.

    Chuchun brought the wound medicine in, and reminded Mengdie in a low voice: "Miss, you need to take the medicine quickly." Mengdie looked at Ling Zimo and said, "My lord, sit down for a while. Mengdie is going to take some medicine."

    "Wait." Ling Zimo said suddenly, and got up to take the medicine.  Neither Mengdie nor Chuchun understood what it meant.  Ling Zimo said again: "I will help you."

    Mengdie was startled.

    Ling Zimo had already opened the jade box containing the medicine, but saw that the ointment was as black as ink, and when picked up a little, it was neither fragrant nor smelly, and had no medicinal smell at all. He couldn't help frowning, and asked, "What kind of medicine is this?"

    Mengdie replied: "This is a spiritual ointment prepared by a traveling doctor when I was young" The voice became smaller and smaller, and before he finished speaking, his face was already red.  It turned out that Ling Zimo had already applied the ointment to her chin with his fingers.

    The spirit ointment looks dark, but there is no trace on the skin, and it immediately turns into a coolness.  Mengdie's face was hot at the moment, and she felt that the coolness was even worse than before.  The gentle feeling of Ling Zimo's fingertips came faintly through the coolness. This feeling is completely different from the roughness on the carriage just now. Mengdie has never had such close contact with a man since she was a child, even though this man is her nominal husband.  Even though she was usually calm and calm, she felt very shy at the moment.

    Ling Zimo only felt that the area touched by his fingertips was smooth and tender. Seeing Mengdie's blushing cheeks, shy and timid appearance, it was completely different from the indifferent and quiet look he had seen before, and he couldn't help but lose his breath.

    The two of them were infatuated with each other when they suddenly heard someone say: "My lord, please have some tea!" It turned out that it was Zi Hua who came to serve the tea.

    Ling Zimo's heart shuddered suddenly, and suddenly the alarm sounded loudly.  He turned his head to look at Zi Hua, who just lowered his head.  Chuchun looked bewildered, as if he didn't quite understand why the prince, who hadn't been seen since his wedding, suddenly became intimate with the lady at this moment.  Fortunately, Mengdie was too shy to notice his strangeness.

    Ling Zimo secretly took a deep breath, stabilized his breath, took two steps back without any trace, handed the medicine box to Chuchun, went to the chair and sat down, picked up the teacup offered by Zi Hua, took a sip, and finally  Pretending to be casual, he said: "Spirit ointment is a holy medicine for wounds. It is said that only the genius doctor Xiao Nuo knows how to make it. Could it be that he is the wandering doctor you are talking about?"

    After all, Mengdie was indifferent. As soon as Ling Zimo walked away, she had calmed down a lot, so she shook her head with a smile and said, "He only called himself Xiao, and refused to disclose the rest. I was young at the time, and I didn't know who he was.  Not a miracle doctor."

    Ling Zimo had returned to his usual calm appearance at this time, and nodded: "Master Xiao's whereabouts are erratic, but he never leaves his name when he cures and saves lives. It sounds like his style."  Seriously ill?"

    Mengdie's smile suddenly dimmed, she shook her head and said, "No, it's just a little weak."

    Ling Zimo let out an "oh", and said: "It is said that Xiao Nuofei never takes action when he encounters a serious illness. If he only takes action because you are weak, it doesn't look like him."

    Mengdie heard it in her ears, and thought to herself: "There are indeed severe and difficult diseases, but it's not me, but mother." But it seemed that there was no need to tell Ling Zimo, so she just smiled lightly and said nothing.  No words.

    Seeing Mengdie's gloomy expression, Ling Zimo thought she was tired, so he got up and said, "I'm leaving."

    Mengdie got up to salute, but Ling Zimo held her back, and she felt a gentle force stop her.  Although Mengdie doesn't know martial arts, she knows that Ling Zimo, who can go to the battlefield at the age of fourteen, must have excellent internal strength.  "I must be tired after entering the palace today, let's have a good rest!" Ling Zimo said before leaving.  There was a hint of concern in the words, but he didn't notice it himself.

    On the contrary, Mengdie was stunned when she heard this, and when she came back to her senses, Ling Zimo had already left Xuyuan.

    dream butterflyI took out the sweet-scented osmanthus that I picked up in the palace and carried in my arms, and it was fragrant.  Thinking back on everything that happened that day, the attitudes of the emperor and concubine Ru, the chance meeting with the prince, and the happy and angry King Yu¡ªmy husband, everything seemed to be unclear through the fog, only this  Osmanthus aroma, so real.  Mengdie put down the sweet-scented osmanthus and sighed. She was afraid that she would not be able to live a peaceful life by marrying into the palace. On the contrary, it is still unknown whether there will be a huge whirlpool waiting for her in the future.

    Late at night, Tingyin Pavilion.

    Ling Zimo and Lin Xihan were still lying down and sitting together.

    Lin Xihan smiled and said, "Is the prince moved?"

    Ling Zimo glanced at him coldly: "Which eye of yours saw my heartbeat?"

    Lin Xihan didn't seem to see his cold eyes, and smiled again: "I didn't see it, but Zi Hua saw it, and both eyes saw it."

    Ling Zimo snorted coldly: "I knew she did it on purpose."

    Lin Xihan sneered: "If she didn't wake you up on purpose, the prince would probably be unable to extricate himself."

    Ling Zimo was noncommittal, only frowned, held his wine glass, and pondered for a while.

    Seeing his appearance, Lin Xihan suppressed his smile, and said solemnly: "You are a normal man, she is a beautiful woman, is it normal to have a heartbeat?"

    Ling Zimo drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, but then laughed: "Xi Han, what are you talking about? That's emotion, not heart. These are two different things."

    Lin Xihan was speechless.

    Ling Zimo chuckled again and said, "She is the wife my famous matchmaker is marrying. Even if you have some physical relationship, you don't have to be so nervous, right?" He stared at Lin Xihan as if he wanted to follow him  I saw something abnormal on my body.

    Lin Xihan rolled her eyes angrily: "If you are emotional, you can be emotional. Don't forget, she is Zhuang Zhijian's daughter after all!"

    "Of course I remember." Ling Zimo sneered, "He will marry his daughter to me, of course it's impossible just because I wasn't involved in the battle for the heir apparent. Maybe it's the emperor's order" (Remember  Website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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