Ling Youyao was slightly startled. Did he just go to get medicine?

Fu Mingjue squatted in front of her, carefully picked up her red and swollen wrist, took out the ointment from his fingertips, and then gently applied it on her wrist.

An icy cold feeling spread from his wrists to his limbs. When he lowered his head, he saw the young man lowering his eyebrows and eyes. The warm light reflected on the side of his face, like sunlight falling on the snow, was fascinating.

Ling Youyao was feeling uneasy as she sat on the chair. His Royal Highness Prince Jing, who was in awe of everyone, lowered his head to apply medicine to her.

She thought she knew Fu Mingjue very well, but now, she suddenly couldn't understand him.

He obviously couldn't forget Ling Qingwei, but he married her again; he was angry that she imitated Ling Qingwei's handwriting, but he put down his attitude and gave her medicine

In Fu Mingjue's heart, what kind of existence does she belong to?

As the candle flame flickered, Fu Mingjue put away the ointment without getting up and said: "You are not allowed to learn her calligraphy in the future."

Ling Youyao felt a touch of bitterness in her heart, but she responded obediently: "Well, I won't write again in the future."

She didn't like practicing calligraphy in the first place, but now this was just what she wanted.

But when Fu Mingjue heard this, he felt inexplicably depressed and looked up at her. His face seemed obedient, but in fact it was extremely rebellious.

Others may see that she and Ling Qingwei are similar in appearance, but what Fu Mingjue sees is the same stubbornness hidden deep in their bones.

Fu Mingjue held her hand, with a faint smile on his lips: "Actually, what Qingwei is best at is not small regular script with hairpins, but running script. You and she are fundamentally different, even if you look very similar,

It’s not her after all.”

Hearing these words, Ling Youyao stiffened and asked inexplicably: "Your Highness, do you still remember your sister?"

Fu Mingjue said: "I will never forget this."

In fact, Ling Youyao already had the answer, but when she heard Fu Mingjue's honest admission, she still felt a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, it's been so long, I almost forgot what my sister looks like."

Fu Mingjue rubbed her wrist, and his voice was as ethereal as the breeze: "If you forget, forget it."

There are some things that he can remember alone

Ling Youyao didn't know how she left. She only remembered being in an embrace filled with the refreshing scent of sweet pine. She looked at the empty room and suddenly felt a little cold.

While she was lost in thought, Yin Zhu's voice sounded outside the door: "Princess, are you awake?"

"Wake up, come in." Ling Youyao responded lazily.

Yin Zhu came in with water, twisted the handkerchief and handed it to her, saying, "Lu Sheng came here this morning, but I heard that you went back before you got up. I thought he had something to discuss with you."

Ling Youyao sat on the bed and said, "I guess he thought I was lying to him, and he felt uneasy after thinking about it, so he thought of asking for clarification."

"How could you lie to him?" Yinzhu said he didn't understand. "Ordinary people don't have such a good opportunity, so he would think you are a liar."

"It is precisely because no one else has experienced such a good thing that he thinks it is fake."

Yin Zhu nodded and said, "Looking at him like this, he seems to be a down-to-earth person."

"Yes," Ling Youyao took out the peace charm hanging around her neck and said leisurely, "If such a good thing happens to me one day, I won't believe it."

There is no pie in the sky.

Yin Zhu smiled, suddenly remembered something, and asked: "By the way, didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to ask the prince for an inscription? Did the prince agree?"

Speaking of this, Ling Youyao's face fell: "It's better to just find someone to write a few words."

"What's going on?"

Ling Youyao raised her right hand. There was a circle of red on her wrist, but the traces had faded a lot.

Nothing was said, but Yinzhu understood.

At the end, Ling Youyao sighed: "Burn all those copybooks."

"Okay, slave, I'll go right now."

Yinzhu had wanted to burn her for a long time, but she couldn't persuade Ling Youyao, so she let her go. The eldest lady was a name that could not be mentioned in anyone's heart, let alone in the heart of the prince.

Ling Youyao originally thought that if she looked like her sister, she would make Fu Mingjue feel pity and he would not drag her to die together.

However, it turned out that she was wrong.

Yin Zhu was busy at the desk, and when she was about to go out with the copybook, she suddenly saw a piece of paper pressed underneath.

"Princess, what is this?"

Ling Youyao heard the sound and went over. When she saw the familiar handwriting, she was shocked.

Huashang Pavilion.

It was written by Fu Mingjue.

Ling Youyao opened the quilt and got out of bed, walked straight over with bare feet, holding the awe-inspiring words with complicated eyes.

Yin Zhu leaned over and took a look, and suddenly realized: "Your Majesty said he would not agree, but in the end he is still thinking of you."

"Maybe." She couldn't guess Fu Mingjue's thoughts.

The wind passed through the window lattice, blowing up the thin rice paper and disrupting Ling Youyao's mood. Ling Ling, who was thousands of mountains away, was also forced to stay in Suizhou because of this sudden wind.

Suizhou, Changan Inn——

The little girl in a green shirt sneaked into the back kitchen of the inn. When no one was around, she quickly opened the lid of the pot. When she saw the white-flour steamed buns, her eyes suddenly shone with surprise.

She grabbed a few steamed buns and stuffed them into her arms, hunched over and slipped out of the kitchen, running all the way up to the second floor. She didn't stop until she reached the room at the end of the corridor.

When the people in the room heard the noise, they opened the door and welcomed her in.

"Girl, this slave is looking for something to eat!" Qian Qian handed the steamed bun to Ling Ling as if she were offering a treasure.

But Ling Ling looked disgusted: "You want me to eat steamed buns? Doesn't such a big inn not have snacks?!"

Qian Qian weakly retracted her hand and said: "I only found this in the kitchen, so you can make do with it, otherwise you will starve."

Remembering that she hadn't eaten anything for a whole day and night, Ling Ling still took the steamed bun and gnawed it reluctantly.

Originally she still had some money, but who would have thought that from Huaizhou to Suizhou, the ship owner would ask her for a hundred taels! If she didn't give it, he would threaten to destroy her innocence.

Ling Ling had no choice but to bite the bullet and hand over the money.

After losing a hundred taels, he only had some scraps of silver left. Ling Ling couldn't bear the hardship. As soon as he entered Suizhou City, he changed himself into new clothes and stayed in the best inn.

But she never thought about where the money would come from if it was gone.

Ling Ling gnawed on the cold steamed buns. Thinking of her shriveled purse, her heart felt sour again. For now, she could only go to the capital as soon as possible.

"Have you found a boat to Qingzhou?" she asked.

Qian Qian shook her head: "The wind has been strong these days and the terminals have been suspended. It will probably take at least three to five days before we can leave."

"So long?" Ling Ling suddenly raised his voice, "Now that the money is gone, if I don't go to the capital, do you want me to sleep on the street?!"

Qian Qian was startled and quickly knelt down: "Girl, don't be angry. I'll ask you later. There will definitely be a ship willing to go to Qingzhou."
Chapter completed!