Chapter 322:

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The captain of the guard lifted him with a smile, and looked at the quiet man again. He looked a little hesitant and said for a while: "I think you are not bad, can you martial arts?"
The man shook his head.
"Adults must have seen that this kid's literary style is different?" Pu Yuan's butler smiled. "He was born as a scholar, and his family was all private school generations. He lived in Nanshan Gaoshan, but his father died early, Gaoshan. There was another academy there, and there was no source of livelihood before he came here to sell himself. I see that he knows how to read and write, and thinks that there is a shortage in the prince’s study, and he wants to show it to the prince.
"Don't want it." The captain of the bodyguard waved quickly, "Why wouldn't martial arts ask him to do it."
Speaking of carrying the tall man out, the little man came in with a soldering iron, and the red-hot iron rustled on the iron pan. The tall man passed by with a complex expression of happiness and regret on his face.
The man lying on the bed turned to look at the soldering iron and turned his head indifferently.
When the iron was pressed against the skin, a long "zi" sound made a fine noise. In the smoke, a scorched smell instantly filled the whole room, and people could not help shaking when they heard it.
The wailing and howling sounded in the room, and the tall man listened with his ears upright, feeling that he didn't seem to hear the moan of the quiet man.
In a blink of an eye, he saw that the captain of the bodyguard was also listening to the screaming with his ears raised, his eyes rolled, and he said with a smile: "Master, where is the small guard who should be made up? Is the royal guard?"
"You want to be beautiful!" After he interrupted, he forgot to continue listening, and the captain of the body rolled his eyes. "You newcomers who haven't done anything, it's good to be able to guard outside the second yard!"
"Oh." The tall man followed him with a little disappointment, touching his chin, his squinting eyes revealing a thoughtful expression.
He was thinking...Would I go back and get a soldering iron...
Quexue Zhai is currently the busiest place in Puyuan-the doctors come and go constantly, the medicine residue poured out will soon form a path, and because His Royal Highness An Wang often comes here, sometimes stays here, so the guards are also the most stern .
Early in the morning, she woke up in the fragrant medicinal fragrance, opened her eyes tiredly, and heard the pleasant call of the mother-in-law, "The girl woke up!"
She rubbed the corner of her mouth as a smile.
In the past few days, she has been sleeping more and more, and less and less when she is awake, so that every time she wakes up, she will shock Jin Siyu very grandly.
The mother-in-law watched her wake up and hurried to Jin Siyu. She narrowed her eyes and suddenly said to the maid, "Help me up and dress me up."
The maid froze for a moment, thinking when did you value your looks so much? In the past, it was as dirty as a monkey, but it was leaning on the shoulders of His Royal Highness.
She pursed her lips and said nothing, but the maid didn’t dare to listen to her—it always felt that there was a force in the woman’s silence, which could not be ignored, let alone that the person was very splashy—will set off the table.
Helping her to rise up, she slid down softly. She tried to support it, holding her face flushed with red tide. The maid quickly added three or four large soft pillows before she supported her, and she took the makeup and asked: " What kind of makeup does the girl want?"
I took some brightly colored lipsticks and blushes, thinking that she finally got rid of it and wanted to seduce your highness before death, not wanting her to point out a few light colors and said, "This."
Those blush lipsticks are very pink in color. After applying makeup, her pale complexion disappeared, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were pink, and she looked like she was not dying. Instead, she was young, delicate and beautiful.
Only then did the maid know why she did not choose bright colors. She was too thin and pale. Once she used bright colors, they would appear to be floating and fake. They are not as real as these mild colors, so they sincerely praise, "The girl is beautiful ."
She stared at herself in the bronze mirror. The woman in the mirror was beautiful and vulgar, except for a red mark like a birthmark like a congestion between the eyebrows. Some were weird, but in the weirdness, she produced a somewhat strange beauty. , Terrifying.
She caressed the mark slowly, and then murmured dreamily with an unfamiliar expression: "Is it? Isn't it?"
The maid didn’t understand what she was talking about. When she saw her for the first time, she smiled lightly. She was a little sad and a little helpless. She was so complicated that she mixed the complex expressions and swayed her in the morning sunlight. Thinking of the flowers in the mist, it seems to be close to the real beauty, you can't pick it.
The maid held her breath, but she had thrown away the bronze mirror, looked at herself, and said, "Chang me a dress and have long sleeves."
The maid looked at her in amazement-wasn't her clothes not long-sleeved? Doesn't this sleeve cover the back of your hand?
She lowered her eyes and looked at her hand that was still unhealed, and said, "The cloth is so uncomfortable for me to take it away, and then I changed it to a sleeve with a particularly long sleeve. Don't show it to the prince."
After saying so many words, she gasped, and the maid didn’t dare to let her hurt herself, otherwise the prince found another blame, so she had to withdraw the wrapped cloth first according to her intention.
A little deformed hand came out. She raised it to her eyes and looked carefully. There was no regretful color that ordinary women would have. She only laughed at herself and said, "I broke my face, ruined my hands, and changed the world. I was afraid I was dead. And no one recognizes me."
"How come." The maid lowered her sleeves to block her hand and smiled, "When you think of it, everything is fine."
The corners of her lips curled up, leaning against the soft pillow, trying to sit upright.
Footsteps came in a hurry, not alone.
"Paeonia." Jin Siyu's voice came-she insisted on calling her a peony, and even Jin Siyu had to call it that way, "I found you a good middleman."
The door curtain lifted, Jin Siyu entered the door, behind him, followed two people.
Ruan Langzhong and his medicine boy.
As soon as the two entered the door, they were seeing her on the couch, Xiao Yao was shaking immediately, and Ruan Langzhong held him quietly.
Jin Siyu, who was walking in front, didn't see anything behind him. He looked at her with a new look in amazement, and said with some joy: "You look better today!"
Again: "How did you sit up?"