Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

August in the capital was as hot as a steamer. Meng Qiqi clutched the freshly picked herbs and ran to the side hall of the Imperial Hospital in small steps.

Beads of sweat trickled down his neck, soaking the coarse cloth collar.

In the past eight years, she and her sister have established a firm foothold in the palace, and the Huimin Medical Clinic has also opened a branch outside the capital, but she still rushes to do the daily errands of collecting and sorting medicinal materials.

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter from the corner, and several palace maids ran out from the Moon Gate with red faces.

Meng Qiqi didn't have time to dodge and was bumped head-on into a black brocade robe.

When I looked up, I saw a pair of peach blossom eyes with slightly upturned corners, a smile on the corners of her mouth, and a folding fan with gold edges twirling in her hand.

"Little doctor, are you so anxious that you're about to break my heart?" The man covered his chest in an exaggerated manner, and the Hetian jade pendant on his waist swayed with his movements.

Meng Qiqi finally realized that the man in front of her was wearing the attire of a prince, with the word "Yu" on his waist badge prominently stamped in gold - he was actually the younger brother of the current emperor, the notoriously dissolute Prince Yu, Shen Qingyu.

"Your Highness, please forgive me." Meng Qiqi saluted hurriedly, but she didn't hold the medicine basket firmly, and a few fresh mugworts were scattered on the blue brick floor.

Shen Qingyu bent down to pick it up, but his fingers deliberately brushed against the back of her hand, scaring her so much that she took a step back.

"So you are Doctor Meng's sister?" Shen Qingyu stood up and put the mugwort back into the basket, stuffing a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in it. "I heard that you are smarter than your sister."

When he spoke, there was a faint smell of ambergris, mixed with the smell of medicine, which made Meng Qiqi's mind dizzy.

This scene happened to be seen by a guard passing by, who lowered his head and stepped back with a suppressed smile.

Meng Qiqi blushed, bowed, and was about to leave when she heard Shen Qingyu calling from behind: "Tomorrow at 9:00 PM, I will be waiting for you at the lotus pond in the west corner of the Imperial Garden!"

That night, when Meng Qiqi told her sister about this, Meng Yuyu was preparing the newly developed ointment.

"Ignore him." Meng Yuyu said without even looking up. "This Yu King may seem absurd, but he actually has a deep mind."

She slammed the pestle down. "I heard he secretly controls one-third of the grain transport, and a few days ago he helped Your Majesty solve the flood in the south of the Yangtze River."

But Shen Qingyu didn't give Meng Qiqi any chance to refuse.

The next day at 9:00 a.m., she had just walked to the edge of the lotus pond when she saw the stone table filled with iced sour plum soup and various snacks.

Shen Qingyu leaned against the pavilion, playing with a jade bracelet that was all green. "I've heard that you like sweet and sour flavors the most."

Meng Qiqi stood there motionless, her heart pounding.

Shen Qingyu suddenly stood up and approached her, scaring her so much that she dodged backwards but ended up bumping into his arms.

"Why are you hiding?" Shen Qingyu's voice was filled with laughter. "I am not a man-eating tiger."

He put the jade bracelet on Meng Qiqi's wrist, and the size was exactly right. "Just consider it as compensation for the herbs you dropped yesterday."

In the next few days, Shen Qingyu was like a piece of sticky candy that couldn't be thrown away.

When Meng Qiqi was decocting medicine in the Imperial Hospital, he would lean against the door frame to tease her; when she went to the Imperial Garden to pick herbs, he had already prepared a parasol for her; even when she was treating a palace maid, he would move a stool to her side to act as a "guard".

Once, Shen Qingyu even brought a wounded kitten and begged her for treatment. She looked so funny that even the old doctor of the Imperial Hospital couldn't help laughing.

That afternoon, Meng Qiqi was sorting medicinal herbs when Shen Qingyu suddenly rushed in with a dark face.

His collar was stained with blood, his hair was askew, and his usually cynical face was filled with hostility.

"Help me take a look." He ripped open his collar, a wound on his shoulder still oozing blood. "Someone mixed sand into the grain being transported. I went to investigate and was ambushed."

Only then did Meng Qiqi discover that beneath his seemingly dandy appearance, he had strong muscles and old scars of varying sizes.

She carefully cleaned his wound, feeling a little nervous: "Why did Your Highness tell me this?"

Shen Qingyu suddenly grabbed her wrist, and the smile in his peach blossom eyes disappeared: "Because I believe in you."

His thumb gently stroked the jade bracelet on her wrist. "I've believed it since the first time we met."

These words made Meng Qiqi's heart skip a beat.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door, and Shen Qingyu quickly pulled the curtain to protect her behind him.

The person who came in was Shen Qingyan's personal eunuch, who conveyed the emperor's oral order to summon Prince Yu to the palace.

Shen Qingyu responded and handed Meng Qiqi an oil-paper bag before leaving: "Osmanthus sugar cake, fresh from the pan."

Watching his receding figure, Meng Qiqi opened the oil-paper package. Under the pastry was a small note with strong handwriting: "Wait until I resolve this matter, and I will take you to see the fireflies in Jiangnan."

She clutched the note and suddenly remembered what her sister had said - this Feather King might not be as simple as he seemed.

For the next half month, Shen Qingyu never appeared again.

Meng Qiqi heard that the canal transport case involved ministers in the court and caused a lot of uproar.

After finishing her work every day, she would stand at the door of the Imperial Hospital and look out, feeling inexplicably empty inside.

That evening, she was delivering digestive medicine to the cook in the imperial kitchen when someone suddenly grabbed her mouth from behind and dragged her into a corner.

Just as he was about to struggle, he smelled the familiar scent of ambergris. "It's me."

Shen Qingyu's voice was tired, yet he couldn't hide his excitement. "The pests in the canal transportation have been pulled out. His Majesty has rewarded me with a manor."

He let go of her hand, and Meng Qiqi turned around and saw the bloodshot in his eyes, but he smiled like a child.

Shen Qingyu took out an exquisite box from his bosom, inside of which was a hairpin inlaid with pearls: "I asked someone to make it according to the picture you drew last time."

Seeing that Meng Qiqi didn't answer, he became anxious, "Don't be afraid, I know you and your sister don't want to get involved in the royal family's disputes..."

"No." Meng Qiqi interrupted him in a low voice, "It's just...it's just that I never thought..." Before she could finish her words, she was gently hugged by Shen Qingyu.

"Then take your time to think about it." Shen Qingyu rested his chin on her head, "I have plenty of time."

There was still a faint smell of blood on his body, but it made Meng Qiqi feel inexplicably at ease.

The sound of night watchmen's beating came from afar, and Meng Qiqi was shocked to realize that it was getting late.

She hurried to leave, but Shen Qingyu held her hand and said, "Tomorrow at 11:00 PM, we will still be at the lotus pond.

"I've brought you something good." When he released her hand, he quietly slipped a roasted chestnut into her hand, the warmth of which reached her through his fingertips.

When she returned to her residence, Meng Yuyu immediately saw her sister's red ears and her hand holding a chestnut.

"Is it Prince Yu?" She sighed, but didn't say much. She just pushed the freshly brewed tranquilizing soup over and said, "Be careful in the palace."

Meng Qiqi drank the soup, thinking of Shen Qingyu's trusting eyes when he was injured, and the snacks he prepared clumsily but carefully, and she felt like there was a little rabbit in her heart.

The moonlight outside the window was like water. She stared at the jade bracelet on her wrist in a daze, and suddenly felt looking forward to the appointment tomorrow.

At this time, Shen Qingyu was standing in the study of the palace, frowning at the canal transport map that covered the wall.

After finishing his official business, he took out the handkerchief that Meng Qiqi had dropped from his arms when she was bandaging his wound, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

The personal guard watched his prince grinning foolishly at an old handkerchief and retreated silently - it seemed that His Royal Highness Prince Yu, who always loved to play tricks on people, was really in trouble this time.