Nothing but good looking

Although Wang Lang hasn't been here for a long time, the place where Wang Min lives has not changed much from before. The jujube tree in a corner of the courtyard is still thin and thin. The jujube tree has passed its flowering period, and only green leaves can be seen.

Wang Lang pointed to Wang Lin, "Father planted this."

Although the jujube tree is thin and thin, it will always be full of jujubes. Wang Lang used to hurt his spleen and stomach because of gluttony.

Wang Min went out early, and Wang Lang had already asked someone to bring a message to Zhang Meiyu, and they made an appointment at Puyan Temple.Wang Lang didn't intend to take Wang Lin out. After coaxing Wang Lin to take a nap, Wang Lang directly asked the steward of Ping Wang's mansion to take him there in a sedan chair.

A small blue sedan chair quietly entered Puyan Temple. The temple was full of incense, but today the temple does not accept outsiders because Princess Huainan came to pay homage to her late husband.

Zhang Meiyu's maid Chi Su led Wang Min forward.

It was a remote path, with verdant bamboo forests planted on both sides, and the bamboo forests were blown by the wind, making rustling noises.

Wang Lang's shoes got a little drop of water on the weeds. It had rained earlier, but the rain stopped soon.

Zhang Meiyu sat drinking tea in Qingjingyuan's house. She drank tea like drinking water, not like drinking tea at all.

Wang Lang laughed.

Chisu refilled Zhang Meiyu's tea before leaving.

The doors and windows of Qingjing Garden were not closed, Wang Lang sat facing the window, his vision was full of green bamboos, and the wind blew past his cheeks.

Zhang Meiyu ate a piece of dried peach before she asked, "What are you doing back here?"

Wang Lang said: "I'm about to die, so I need Master Qingxu to help me heal my illness."

Zhang Meiyu paused while drinking tea, and then said: "Master Qingxu was invited into the palace, and he hasn't come out for a long time."

Emperor Yongyuan must have been seriously ill.

Wang Lang picked up the teacup and took a sip. The tea was very clear, but he could only drink a little bit of it.

"You still can't taste the taste?" Zhang Meiyu has already turned her fingers to the dim sum on the table, caring about the taste is very perfunctory.

Wang Lang said: "Thank you for your concern, but I heard that you are going to die for King Huainan, how do you feel now?"

Zhang Meiyu gulped down a piece of jujube cake, "It's the first time I've received Guanyin, do you want me to give it to you?" The tone didn't mean anything, she just asked Wang Lang if he wanted it.

Wang Lang was not yet to the point where he would be angry about such a thing, "When the imperial concubine is in power, I suggest you best confess to Guanyin, the Son of Son." His tone was very calm.

A look of disdain appeared on Zhang Meiyu's face, "Three sticks of incense a day, I offer it like offering to my ancestors."

Wang Lang took another sip of tea, he hadn't drunk tea for a long time, today was an exception, "Miss Zhang, I have something to ask you here today."

Zhang Meiyu wiped her hands and looked at Wang Lang with a meaningful expression on her face, "Oh?"

Those who serve the imperial concubine all know that the imperial concubine loves her face the most, and she likes to look at her face carefully in the mirror.

Even her own son, King Ping, had to wait outside the hall if he wanted to see him.

It would be great if the dead King Huainan was still there, maybe it could make the imperial concubine feel better.

The palace servants served King Ping tea carefully, and King Ping looked calm, as if he was used to waiting like this.

The imperial concubine finally came out, with gorgeous makeup, more ostentatious than when she was young, and her beauty was so frightening.She just glanced at Wang Min, and an extremely impatient expression appeared on her face.

"What are you here for?"

Wang Min said lightly: "What did you do?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in the eyes of the imperial concubine, "I don't do anything, how could you come back so simply? Also, have you ever paid homage to King Huainan? You two had such a good relationship when you were young, but now you have completely forgotten about it."

Wang Min's eyes were still cold, as if hiding an iceberg that would not melt all year round, "What does the matter between us have to do with you?"

The imperial concubine said: "If I hadn't adopted him, he would have frozen to death long ago. Wang Min is a white-eyed wolf, and you are also a white-eyed wolf."

Wang Min said bluntly, "You are not qualified to call him by his name."

Wang Lang's name was chosen by Wang Min. When the imperial concubine brought Wang Min into the palace, he was only four years old and had no name. The palace people didn't know how to address him, and they were at a loss as to how to treat him.

Simply pretend that there is no such person.

In the palace, it is very easy to treat a person as invisible.

Even the imperial concubine sometimes forgets that she brought such a person into the palace.

When Wang Lang touched Wang Min Kangren Hall, Wang Min didn't like Wang Lang at that time, but Wang Lang was pitiful, extremely thin and dirty.

Like a precious Persian cat becoming a stray cat.

Wang Min ordered the palace servants to wash him up, put on clean clothes, and smiled at him with a fair face. Wang Min thought of the newly learned word, Lin Lang Zhu Yu.

Wang Lang has been called Wang Lang since then.

The imperial concubine never smiles easily, she is stingy with her smile, even to Emperor Yongyuan, she is even more indifferent to her son, it is also the same at this moment, "King Huainan's life is not good, he died early, the emperor is also not good, I still don’t know if His Royal Highness Ping’s life is good or not?”

Like a curse.

Wang Min came out of Changning Palace where the imperial concubine lived, the whole way was quiet and silent, and the palace servants followed silently.The imperial concubine has never smiled at Wang Min, never been gentle.He used to tease Wang Lang gently like a cat and dog, but Wang Lang was very afraid of the imperial concubine, like a little mouse meeting a cat, he was afraid from the very beginning.

When Wang Min returned to the Prince Ping Mansion, Wang Lang was telling Wang Lin a story about Meng's mother moving three times. After Wang Lang finished telling, Wang Lin didn't ask any questions, so Wang Lang was puzzled.

"Where is Father Meng and what did he do?"

A smile appeared on Wang Min's face, "Don't ask Wang Lin such questions."

Wang Lang raised his head and looked at Wang Min. He didn't bother with this question. He closed the book and stood up, "I'll wait for you to eat."

The delicious hot rice just served is served with hot stir-fried vegetables. The soup is chicken soup that has been simmered for a long time. The oil is filtered out, and vegetables and ham are added.

The three sat around a small table and had an ordinary dinner.

In the early morning of the next day, a guest came to Prince Ping's mansion. It was Master Qingxu who was treating Emperor Yongyuan.

Wang Lang hadn't seen Qingxu for a long time, when he saw Qingxu, he couldn't even speak, and after a while he calmed down, his voice was still choked up, "Master."

Qingxu nodded.

Qingxu didn't say any polite words, and started to take Wang Lang's pulse directly. Wang Lang was still too thin, but he was in good spirits.

Wang Lin at the side snuggled up beside him.

After Qingxu's pulse diagnosis, he didn't tell Wang Lang about his condition, but directly signaled Wang Min to go out. Before going out, he still took out a piece of maltose wrapped in oiled paper from his bosom and handed it to Wang Lin.

"Our little Alin has also grown up a bit."

Wang Lin glanced at Wang Lang, Wang Lang nodded, and Wang Lin took the maltose.

Qingxu and Wang Min walked out the door all the way, Qingxu had to enter the palace today, and he only knew about Wang Lang's situation after meeting Wang Min yesterday.It was too late to blame this unworthy disciple, but started to worry about his condition instead.

"Wang Lang's body not only needs to take medicine, but also needs to be nourished." Qingxu wrote the pharmacy to Wang Min and was about to leave.

Wang Min's face showed unprecedented hesitation, but soon, he asked: "If you want to have sex, how should you avoid pregnancy?"

Qingxu lived to be in his 60s. It has been nearly 50 to [-] years since he was an apprentice to see a doctor. For the first time, he was asked by a man how to prevent pregnancy when he had sex with a man, but he quickly realized that this question was very important to the man in front of him.

Love between men and women is nothing to be ashamed of.

Qingxu carefully explained to Wang Min the things that need to be paid attention to during intercourse.

Wang Min nodded seriously, regretting not bringing the extra pen and paper.

Wang Lang didn't know about these things at all, so Wang Lin gave him half of the maltose.

The two of them sat on the bed and ate maltose. Wang Lang could taste a little bit of sweetness and couldn't help but want to eat some more.

But Wang Lin ate the maltose in one gulp, and showed Wang Lang his empty hand, "Daddy, it's gone, it's gone."

Wang Lang was angry and funny, but he was still greedy, until Wang Min ordered someone to serve a plate of dim sum, and Wang Lang ate one piece after another, even the crumbs in the plate were eaten with his fingers.

But when it's time to eat, I can't eat enough.

Wang Min didn't force him to eat much, but the bowl of bitter medicine given to him, Wang Min watched him finish it, and then ate candied dates.

Honey-sweet candied dates, soft and delicious.

I don't know if Master Qingxu has resentment in his heart, Wang Lang always feels that the medicine is very bitter, so bitter that sometimes when taking the medicine, tears will flow down due to physical reasons.

It doesn't look very strong.

Wang Lin has learned to hand over the candied dates as soon as he takes the medicine.

Although the medicine was very bitter, Wang Lang felt that his body was gradually getting better, and gradually began to return to normal. He could hear the birds' calls clearly, and his taste could taste salty.

But there is a drawback, that is gluttony.

Wang Lang now feels that everything is delicious, and wants to try everything.The crispy plums and bayberries are sour with a little sweetness; the watermelon is so sweet that you can eat half of it unconsciously.

It turned out that such a good body, Wang Lang even thought he could shoot down the sun.

The bow and arrow fell halfway and missed the target at all. Wang Lang peeked at Wang Min's face. Wang Min looked calm and unsurprised. He had long been used to Wang Lang's archery skills.

"You really want to take me there?" Wang Lang asked.

What he was talking about was the upcoming Zhongyuan Worship Ceremony, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince invited all the princes in Chenliu to participate.

Wang Min nodded, "Do you want to see no one for the rest of your life?"

"Then what capacity should I go to meet them?" He couldn't meet people he was familiar with before as King Huainan.

Wang Min seemed to be waiting for Wang Lang to ask, "Of course I'm participating as Princess Ping, but it's just Princess Ping who looks exactly like King Huainan."

Isn't this just nonsense, Wang Lang was shocked in place for a moment.