The courtyard where the saint is located is located at the corner, with a small river behind it, and several willows planted outside the courtyard gate.
There are no neighbors and few lights.
Chang Kun looked excited. He was more eager to see the saint than Zhao Xiaole, although he had never seen the saint several times.
At the signal, Chang Kun stepped forward and knocked on the wooden door.
Not long after, a woman wearing a silver mask opened the door and asked doubtfully: "Who are you looking for?"
Chang Kun took out the token and said, "Please see the saint."
The woman took the token, looked at it, and returned it, "You can come back tomorrow, the saint has rested."
Chang Kun pressed against the wooden door that was about to be closed, "Please tell me, the saint will definitely meet us."
Under the mask, the woman showed a trace of displeasure, "Bold, even if you have the King Kong Token, what can you do?"
"You can see the saint whenever you want?"
Chang Kun said angrily: "I'm looking for death! How many days have I been away from the mountains? How dare you stop me from entering?"
Zhao Xiaole on the side did not stop him.
Have a rest?
Who are you fooling?
Maybe the saint will shut others out, but it is impossible to keep him out. This is not self-confidence.
Is very confident.
Chang Kun tried to force his way in, but the woman blocked the door and refused.
The dispute between the two also alarmed people in the hospital.
At this time, an old voice came, "What's the noise about? I wonder if the saint has rested?"
After hearing this, the woman no longer resisted and let go of the wooden door, "Mommy, a guest holding a Vajra Token wants to see Her Royal Highness the Saint."
The wooden door was pushed open by Chang Kun, and an old woman walked out of the courtyard.
This old woman looks very much like Ruhua.
If he didn't know that Ruhua was in the capital, Zhao Xiaole would have mistakenly thought that she had sneaked into Yun Mansion.
After Chang Kun saw this old woman, he immediately calmed down his previous demeanor and became much calmer.
The old woman looked at the two guests outside the door, "Chang Kun? Are you... Prince Liang?"
Zhao Xiaole nodded, "Yes, now that you know my identity, you should know why I am here."
The old woman snorted, "The saint has been ill recently, but since Prince Liang is here, I naturally want to send a message."
"Please come in."
Zhao Xiaole and Chang Kun stepped into the courtyard, and the masked woman did not stop them anymore. She stayed at the end and closed the door.
Zhao Xiaole asked doubtfully as he walked: "The saint also has martial arts skills, how could she be ill?"
"How long has it been...?"
The old woman sighed, "Since you know that she has martial arts skills, you should know that the longevity formula she practices has always been weird."
Zhao Xiaole: "..."
Under the leadership of the old woman, everyone came to the hall and said, "King Liang, please wait a moment. I'll be back as soon as I go."
"Show tea to King Liang."
The old woman gave instructions to the woman and then went to the back hall.
Zhao Xiaole sat down and took a look at the living room. The layout was simple and had an inexplicable feminine aura.
Not long after, the servant brought tea and left without saying a word.
Only Zhao Xiaole and three others were left in the room. The woman wearing a mask stood like a piece of wood next to the main seat without saying a word.
She seemed to be spying on Zhao Xiaole.
Chang Kun sat next to the table, looking anxious all the time.
After the saint left the capital, he couldn't always be by his side. Now he was finally about to see her, but she was inexplicably ill.
I was restless for a while.
Not long after, the old woman came out again, her face still cold, "Your Highness Prince Liang, please, the saint only plans to see you now."
Zhao Xiaole frowned, wondering what the saint was up to?
However, he didn't say much. He got up and walked to the back hall. The old woman followed him. After passing the back hall, there was a small courtyard.
The door was open. After Zhao Xiaole held his breath, he walked straight in. When he reached the door of the back room, the old woman stopped him again.
"I'll report it first."
Zhao Xiaole: "..."
The other party didn't know that he had already seen everything he needed to see.
There was absolutely no need for her to report it.
Unfortunately, some things not only cannot be exposed, but must also be hidden.
After the old woman made the announcement, a clear voice soon came from inside the house, "Let him come in, you can just go and wait outside the hospital."
It was the voice of the saint.
The old woman hesitated, "Saint, will you...?"
"It doesn't matter, he has served me before, he is as good as a dog, how can he still bark at me?" the saint said in a lazy voice.
Zhao Xiaole: "..."
This coquettish hooves will not be beaten for three days!
Sooner or later I want you to know how awesome it is!
Sure enough, after hearing this, the old woman didn't say anything more and left the house.
Wait until she leaves the yard and close the door.
Zhao Xiaole just walked towards the house. He had complicated feelings and wanted to see this woman.
I am also worried that time will cool down the relationship between the two.
After entering the house, this worry disappeared immediately.
Inside the house, the saint was dressed in single clothes and playing with a pot of flowers. Her stunning face was still breathtakingly beautiful.
The thin clothes fit perfectly on the exquisite curves.
The Saint had just gotten up. She glanced at Zhao Xiaole, and a hint of arrogance flashed through her eyes.
Still a familiar taste.
Zhao Xiaole tasted it unconsciously.
The saint snorted, "You came all this way to see me just to stand there stupidly?"
She had been waiting for Zhao Xiaole for a long time.
The other party came, but stood there without speaking. The saint couldn't help but feel dissatisfied. The scene was completely different from what she had imagined.
Zhao Xiaole exclaimed, "Oh, it's such a cold day, why are you wearing so little? No wonder you're getting sick?"
With that said, he began to take off his clothes.
When the saint saw it, she immediately said angrily: "You, what are you going to do?"
Zhao Xiaole borrowed the coat and put it on her shoulders, savoring the warm and soft aroma and said, "This is much better."
The saint secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she remembered something again and snorted: "Did you find another wife on the grassland?"
Zhao Xiaole coughed, "Have you heard all this? There's nothing we can do about it..."
The saint didn't bother to listen to his explanation, tightened her coat, turned around and went back behind the gauze tent.
It only left Zhao Xiaole with a cool look on his face.
"That's your business, what does it have to do with me? It's just that I'm wondering why you came to Yun Mansion in such a hurry if you don't stay in the capital to be happy?"
The saint's words were full of sarcasm.
She was almost the only one in the world who knew that Zhao Xiaole was a man. For some reason, she didn't want to leak the secret.
However, after learning that Zhao Xiaole had another woman, he felt as if his toy had been snatched away.
Zhao Xiaole also smelled her strong jealousy, and he wanted to let the other party check her immediately to prove that he was still a junior brother.
But this is simply impossible.
Zhao Xiaole gathered his thoughts and changed the subject: "Okay, let's get down to business first."
