The domestic guard is a little sweet

Chapter 83 Chapter Jing

Mr. Dong is also knowledgeable and interesting. He has a clear understanding of the relationship between Zhao Jin and An Shier along the way. After taking a meaningful look at the carriage, he turned and left with a smile on his face.

This trip back to the capital was non-stop. Even so, it took about 20 days before I arrived in the capital.

Hundreds of guards and servants carried several carriages and walked mightily on the streets of the capital.

Pedestrians evaded one after another, and everyone gathered together in twos and threes, stretching their heads out to watch the excitement, who in this imposing team came back.

And in front of Prince Rui's Mansion where Zhao Jin's carriage and horse team was working, he got off the carriage and took a glimpse of the people in the carriage. Only then did he see Zhao Jin's handsome face, and they all gasped.

When Zhao Jin and his party entered the palace, four or five maidservants in green clothes came forward to prepare Zhao Jin to bathe and change clothes. Butler Liu's eyes were red, and he hurriedly let the kitchen be eaten by his master.

Although during this period of time, Zhao Jin's complexion was fine. I don't know if it was because of the detoxification in his body, or because Zhao Jin had practiced health-preserving exercises diligently during these days and had achieved some success.

Although he still looked weak, Zhao Jin felt that his body was much better than when he first wore it.

In the past, when it was raining or cold, Zhao Jin felt that his hands and feet were cold, and there was no warmth in his body. Now his body is warm, his limbs are no longer cold, and his complexion has improved a lot. After changing clothes, Zhao Jin couldn't rest, so he quickly changed into court clothes, put on his waist badge, and headed for the palace.

Walking in the deep corridors of the palace, the high vermilion walls are particularly depressing. After passing through layers of checkpoints and surfing the Internet, Nian finally arrived at the Palace of Compassion and Peace, where there seems to be no medicinal fragrance in the room.

Empress Dowager Dong was leaning on the soft couch by the window. Although her hair was full of jewels and delicate makeup, she still couldn't hide the haggard look on her face.

Zhao Jin hastily stepped forward to pay respects: "I have seen the mother, the mother forgives the son for being unfilial, and then came back to see that you knew you were sick, and the son was very worried, so he rushed into the palace non-stop, how is your body now?" gone?"

"Come here, bring an embroidery pier for the prince." Empress Dowager Dong lovingly looked at her youngest son and reached out to pat him on the back of his hand to show comfort: "My family is fine, but it was windy the day before yesterday, and I suffered a sudden headache. Fa, these days the imperial doctors have taken good care of me a lot, my son came back from this trip, and lived in the open for two months, and he looked thinner and darker."

Zhao Jin looked at the kind-hearted Empress Dowager Dong, with mixed feelings in his heart that couldn't conceal the haggardness at the corners of his brows and eyes.

"Thank you for your mother's concern. It is my son's duty to share the worries of my son on this journey. My son specially brought some gadgets to relieve my mother's boredom. I hope you like it. Although it is a long journey to Guangdong and Guangxi, but I saw a lot of interesting things on the way, and when the mother gets better, my son will tell you one by one."

Empress Dowager Dong put on a smile, patted the back of her son's hand and said with a smile: "My son is still caring, thinking about my mother, the things you gave are naturally the most mournful."

Sitting beside the Empress Dowager's bed, Zhao Jin acted coquettishly, and told anecdotes about the road, which made Empress Dowager Dong laugh frequently.

But after all, Queen Mother Dong was sick and weak, and she lost energy after a while, so Zhao Jin hurriedly said goodbye and left.

On the way, he was invited to the imperial study by the servant next to the queen.

Zhao Jin was really exhausted after traveling so fast all the way, so he managed to pull himself together to deal with this cheap emperor brother of his family. Only then let people go.

Back in his own mansion, Zhao Jin took off his complicated clothes, lay down on his fragrant and soft bed, and had a good sleep.

When he woke up, the room was already a little dark. He slept from morning to afternoon, and Zhao Jin was so weak from sleep. He sat up and scratched his head, and then got out of bed with his shoes on. by the window.

He pushed open the wooden window, and saw that the sunset glow outside the window had gradually receded, and a half moon was hanging in the sky in the distance, and it was almost night.

The ancient palace with carved beams and painted columns, the pavilions and pavilions with overhanging eaves and cliffs, and the setting sun gradually disappearing on the horizon in the distance, this scene is just like an ancient painting.

For a moment, Zhao Jin felt a little unreal, did he have a big spring and autumn dream, dreaming of the current situation, he still didn't want to wake up.

Suddenly the door behind him was knocked lightly a few times, then slowly pushed open, Zhao Jin heard familiar footsteps approaching him, only heard An Twelve's familiar and mellow voice said: "Master, you are awake, wash with water. Wake up your face, the back kitchen has been served a refreshing side dish, you can eat a little before you rest, don't hurt your stomach."

Zhao Jin turned back and leaned against the window sill, looking at An Shier who was still wearing a black robe, his long hair tied into a bun and wearing a crown, his handsome eyebrows and eyes were exceptionally sharp under the golden light of the setting sun.

Suddenly, those blurred and unreal feelings just now shattered like bubbles. This person stood in front of him for real, with his figure reflected in his bright black eyes, and Zhao Jin felt his heart beating.

Zhao Jin suddenly took a step forward impatiently, wrapped his arms around An Shier's neck and kissed him, breathing heavily.

"Twelve, I miss you..."

"I'm here." With a doting smile on the corners of An Shier's lips, he stretched out his arms to wrap around Zhao Jin's waist, fearing that he would bump into him, and obediently opened his mouth to respond to the kiss.

The chests of the two were tightly pressed against each other, and their heartbeats gradually synchronized.

When your lover is by your side, it is natural to have fun.

The golden light of the setting sun gradually faded away, the moon rose, and stars hung in the dark sky.

Zhao Jin called for water again in his wish, and when he dragged An Shir to sit at the dining table and actually ate dinner, it was already an hour later.

The chef in charge of the spoon in the palace has not seen his master for more than two months. He is very afraid that the master will get the cook from there outside and compare himself. Specialties.

Zhao Jinhui stepped back and patted the chair beside him, looking at Dark Twelve.

"Sit down and have dinner with me."

Dark Twelve's sharp eyebrows and eyes are soft and gentle at this moment. He sat beside Zhao Jin calmly, served Zhao Jin with a bowl of soup, and laughed in a low voice: "Master, use some old duck soup to warm his stomach."

Zhao Jin bared his teeth and smiled politely. He took two sips of Tang Meimei, then picked up fresh river prawns, peeled them, and put them in his mouth.

"This fresh shrimp is delicious, but the skin is too difficult to peel."

Seeing that he was eating happily, An Twelve simply took over the job of peeling shrimps from his master, and quickly peeled off a plate of shrimps, revealing the snow-white and moist shrimp meat, and handed them to Zhao Jin on the plate.