Chapter 207: Prosperity and Wealth (3)

Chapter 207: Prosperity and Wealth (3)

"You guys go back first," Ban Hua nodded to the doctor, then turned to Rong Xia and said, "The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and you can't lie down anymore with blood on your bed. Endure the pain later, and let someone change your room for you." .”

"That's how it should be," Rong Xia said apologetically, "I'm going to be tired today."

"I'm just talking. It's a doctor who does things. There's nothing to do." Banhua sighed. Being ordered by the emperor to be the most punished is not a good thing for the courtiers. I'm afraid it will even be recorded in the history books. up.

Rong Xia smiled, and did not argue with Ban Hua on this issue. He was silent for a moment, closed his eyes and said, "You shouldn't have come today."

Everyone knows that His Majesty's temperament is unstable now, and those who have been punished by him will not be reused again. He and Master Yao are now, how many people can't avoid it? A family like the Ban's, which relies on the emperor's favor to live a prosperous life, really shouldn't come to his house at this time.

If this matter reaches His Majesty's ears, it may become that the Ban family is dissatisfied with the Holy Will, or that the Ban family is openly against His Majesty. His Majesty might not think so when he was not sick, but it is hard to say for His Majesty now.

People like the Jingting mansion especially cannot gamble with the Holy Will.

"There's nothing I should or shouldn't do," Ban Hua looked at Rong Xia calmly, "For me, the only thing I want is whether I want to or not."

Rong Xia opened her eyes and looked into Ban Hua's eyes, as if she wanted to look into her soul through these eyes.

"There are too many uncertainties in life. Even if I don't come to see you today, it doesn't mean that our Ban family will be rich forever." Ban Hua casually laughed, "What's more, I didn't tell you that the Ban family never let us be alone." Wronged. If you think I shouldn't come, what do you mean, we shouldn't treat you as one of our own? "

Rong Xia's eyelashes moved, and the slender eyelashes were like a brush, sweeping across Shen Shen's eyes: "Huahua..."

"Huh?" Ban Hua didn't understand why he only called his name and didn't speak.

Rong Xia smiled: "Thank you."

"Didn't I tell you earlier, don't tell me these words?" Ban Hua stood up from the stool, "I'm relieved to see that you are still in such good spirits."

"Are you leaving?" Rong Xia lowered her eyes, looking a little pitiful lying on the bed.

"I'll go out and tell your servants," Ban Hua wanted to say that it was time to go back, but seeing Rong Xia's disappointed look, his words changed again, "I will accompany you for a while before leaving."

Rong Xia smiled immediately. He was already very good-looking. His pale complexion and weak smile made Ban Hua think of a bullied little milk dog, cute and pitiful.

She took back the steps she had taken, and turned to Du Jiu and said, "Now go and ask the servants to prepare a clean room again. There should be no flowers, plants, or incense in the room, as long as it is bright and ventilated." .”

"Yes." Du Jiu hurriedly took orders and retreated.

"Hua Hua knows a lot," Rong Xia smiled and grabbed her hand, "It's nice to have talent and good looks."

"I'll admit that I'm handsome, that's why..." Banhua saw that he was being dishonest, and pulled his hand out, "Don't brag, I feel embarrassed when I hear it."

"A talent is a talent if you have the ability, you don't have to know poetry, calligraphy and painting to be a talent," Rong Xia said righteously, "Who stipulated that the word "talent" only includes these?"

Ban Hua felt that she wasn't sure if she had it, but what she was sure of was that when Rong Xia wanted to praise her, she wouldn't have to worry about finding a reason.

She still appreciates such a witty good boy.

"Uncle Rong, sister." Ban Heng, who had stood at the door for a long while, finally walked in unbearably. He saw Rong Xia's back that had been covered with ointment but not wrapped in gauze or bandages, so he couldn't help but gasp. There is no good ground on this back, how many slaps did His Majesty order to hit him?

"The wound is like this, why didn't you wrap up the wound?"

Banhua glanced at the thick layer of ointment on Rong Xia's back, "Maybe it's for the wound?"

"This injury makes my back hurt even when I look at it." Ban Heng took a few steps back, "Uncle Rong, I'm still waiting outside." He has never been courageous, and he doesn't want to lose face at this time. With a tingling scalp, he turned around and walked out, as if the wound would transfer to him if he took another look.

"My younger brother is a little timid," Ban Hua coughed dryly, "There is no malice."

Rong Xia smiled lightly: "I know."

Banhua touched her itchy ears, changed the subject, "Tell me, the prince...is he being tricked by someone?"

Rong Xia looked away from Ban Hua: "Maybe, or maybe not."

"How is the crown prince now? He is currently in prison, but something happened. His Majesty's health is not good. Who can we entrust the important affairs of the court to?"

"Your Majesty and the Empress have more than one prince under their knees," Rong Xia sighed, "Without the prince, there is still the second prince."