Chapter 1130： As always unpalatable

"Jin Yao is really crazy," he said.

"Crazy for love." Yun Dai said, "There are still many people who are crazy for love."

Zhao Yuanjing glanced at her: "Should I think your words are mocking?"

"Of course not, it's a sigh." Yun Dai smiled, "Jin Yao did this for you, it can be said to be true love. If you are me, if you fall in love with someone who doesn't love me, I can't do it. Such."

After hearing this, Zhao Yuanjing couldn't help but care.

He pulled her to sit on her lap and asked, "If I don't like you, will you also not like me?"

Yun Dai smiled and said, "I think it's best to be in love with each other. Things like falling flowers intentionally and flowing water ruthlessly should be avoided as much as possible. Otherwise, even if you sacrifice more, you will only touch yourself."

"Although what you are talking about is transparent, but...I listen, why is there something awkward in my heart."

Yun Dai raised her arm around his neck and looked up at him: "Zhao Yuanjing, as long as you treat me well, I will treat you well."

Zhao Yuanjing scraped her nose and said, "I just received the letter, and Ouyang is ready to leave for Beijing. I will be there in a while."

"He's coming back so soon? Is the matter in the disaster area finished?"

"No. He is the leader, but he is not necessary. He tells the rest of the doctors what he should teach, and that's fine. After all, the plague hasn't begun to spread, it's just a preventive phase."

Yun Dai nodded: "If so, it's okay to come back."

Originally, she paid for Ouyang, firstly to prevent Jiang Ran from getting treatment, and secondly, it was indeed for the consideration of the victims in Lianghuai.

Now that Jiang Ran has finished playing, it doesn't matter if he comes back.

Moreover, the poison of Zhao Yuanjing's Acacia fragrance needs to be solved as soon as possible.

Although Ouyang may not be able to relieve the poison of Acacia, he has traveled north and south over the years and has a lot of knowledge. Maybe he can do something about it.

...

A flower rhyme.

Zhao Shu sat at the table in the corner, eating wotou silently.

Leng Rushuang stood at the counter and pulled the beads on the abacus, absent-mindedly, looking at him from time to time.

Seeing that he had eaten all the wotou small dishes, she hurried over and said with a smile: "My lord, is this food still satisfying?"

Zhao Shu said: "It's unpalatable as always."

Leng Rushuang: "..."

Zhao Shu took out a piece of silver and put it on the table, and said, "This is the meal money for July."

"Why the prince should be so polite to me..." Leng Rushuang shook his head, but still reached out and collected the money.

Zhao Shu smiled a little: "The business of your inn is not very good, don't accompany your dowry in."

"It won't take the prince to worry, as long as I am happy, I am willing to put in the dowry."

"This king is too lazy to care about you."

Zhao Shu stood up.

"Master," Leng Rushuang hesitated and said, "I saw her."

Zhao Shu glanced at her.

Leng Rushuang said: "It's the prince's sweetheart."

"How can you see her."

"I didn't even say who it was." Leng Rushuang smiled, "Is the prince not confessing this?"

Zhao Shu said calmly, "Is it interesting that you are mimicking the words of the king here?"

Leng Rushuang waved his hand: "I don't dare to do such a thing. I'm telling the truth. I really saw her. Only yesterday, she was sitting in that position."

She casually pointed at the table by the window.

"If you see it, you will see it. She is not a god, so what's so strange about it?" Zhao Shu said calmly.