The apprentice always commits the following [Quick Transmigration]

Because the son doesn't like to communicate with others, the courtyard where he lives is arranged in a remote place with few people, but even so, the people dare not neglect him at all. Zhuhongmei is in full bloom.

Jun Jin's eyes paused for a while on the bright red, and Zhou Xun noticed it very keenly, and said immediately: "If sir likes that red plum, there are still several other courtyards in the mansion that have planted it. You can choose the one you like to live in.”

"No need, it's just that there were plants in the former residence, so I just took a second look." Jun Jin couldn't help being stunned after saying this sentence.

He blurted out this sentence purely unintentionally. How could he remember his past?

Xiaobai remained silent, and Jun Jin didn't startle the snake. Instead, he changed the subject and asked about the daily behavior of Prince Zhou Fun.

Zhou Xun pushed Jun Jin into the courtyard, and the servants waiting in the Shiziyuan saw him from a distance, and immediately came to salute, Zhou Xun waved them away, and let the servants call Zhou Ziyue to come out.

The door curtain was pushed open, and Jun Jin saw a boy about twelve or thirteen years old come out, with a handsome face, and a pair of eyes like black grapes, looking straight at him.

However, soon he avoided looking at Zhou Sun, and didn't even look at Jun Jin more.

Zhou Ziyue bowed to Zhou Falcon, but he stood still without saying a word.His head was lowered slightly, as if he was staring at the bricks and stones on the ground.

Zhou Fun turned his head, with a helpless tone: "Sir, I saw it too, and this is what Quanzi looks like."

Jun Jin nodded: "The son's symptoms are actually not too serious, it's just that he hasn't received proper treatment."

As he said that, he turned his head and looked at Zhou Xun with a serious look in his eyes: "Before starting the treatment, I would like to ask Your Highness to agree to a small request for me."

Zhou Xun raised his eyebrows: "You say."

"My treatment method is different from that of the common world. It may take some time to treat the crown prince. I hope His Highness will not interfere with me during this period."

"As long as it's really effective, Gu will naturally not let the guy who doesn't have long eyes disturb Mr. Zhou." Zhou Xun narrowed his eyes slightly.

"That's good." Jun Jin nodded.

After a preliminary negotiation, Zhou Sun arranged a residence for Jun Jin and sent him two smart maids to take care of his daily life.

The two maids, one named Dongxue, and the other Qingmei, are both lovely-looking, quick in their hands and feet, and very good at observing words and expressions.

Jun Jin was very satisfied with them.

And Zhou Sun also fulfilled his promise, and after Jun Jin lived in, he opened the medicine storehouse of the palace to him, allowing him to choose.

Although Zhou Sun's shots were very generous, Jun Jin knew in his heart that if he couldn't come up with a satisfactory result, then what was waiting for him in the end would never be a good thing.

Having said that, Jun Jin didn't show the slightest uneasiness or anxiety on her face, she just calmly went to the medicine storehouse of the palace to get some medicinal materials.

Of course, these are not just pretending. He knows that after he has picked out the list of medicinal materials, he will inevitably appear on Zhou Xun's table, so he deliberately chose the prescriptions to repair vitality and heal hidden wounds.

He ordered Dongxue to decoct the medicine for him, and when the decoction was finished, Jun Jin frowned slightly, the taste was really not good.

The most important thing is that he has a vague feeling that these medicinal materials have no effect on his body.

Just like before when he was approaching the Prince Regent's Mansion, he suddenly felt physically relaxed, and then associating with the tasks issued by the system, Jun Jin guessed that the thing that healed himself might exist somewhere in the Palace.

And the person who is likely to be related to it is Zhou Xun.

**

On the second day, Jun Jin asked the maid to push her to the Shizi's courtyard.

Zhou Ziyue was the same as that day. When facing Zhou Falcon, his appearance was quite normal, but when he met Jun Jin, who was completely unfamiliar, his abnormality was immediately exposed.

Zhou Ziyue closed himself in his own little world by not taking the initiative to contact and ignoring him completely.

Jun Jin's eyes darkened, he turned around Zhou Ziyue's room, his eyes fell on the books that had been flipped and almost fell apart on the table, and he turned to ask the maid who took care of Zhou Ziyue's daily life: "My son usually Do you only read these books?"

The maid looked around Jun Jin's face, blushed, and replied softly: "Mr. Hui, I have never seen the prince read anything other than books since I came here."

"So that's the case." Jun Jin already had a certain idea in his mind, and he continued to ask: "Is it difficult for the son to sleep at night?"

The maid nodded again.

"I see." After Jun Jin finished speaking, she called Chunmei to ask Zhou Sun for a lyre.

Zhou Sun received the news, and without hesitation lent Jun Jin a lyre made of fine paulownia wood in his collection.

When Jun Jin got the violin, his eyes couldn't help but lighten up, and his fingers caressed the strings. The dark xylophone complemented his jade-white fingers, attracting the eyes of the maid who accompanied him to linger on it.

Dongxue and Chunmei exchanged glances - their new master was born too beautiful, even a woman couldn't help but feel ashamed in front of him.

It's a pity that Jun Jin is sick and angry, it's really hard to imagine what kind of peerless beauty he would be before he fell into trouble.

Jun Jin tried the timbre for a while and then put away his hands. He was not in a hurry to play, but asked the maid to push him back first.

His actions made Dongxue and Chunmei look puzzled, but they didn't say anything.

After all, His Highness has already told Jun Jin to let go.

Jun Jin stopped in her room to rest, drinking tea and reading a book, until night fell and darkness enveloped the earth.

He took out the lyre, put it on his lap, lifted his long sleeves, and a soft chant flowed out from his fingertips.

The sound of the zither was long and distant, reaching the ears of the prince in the yard not far away.

At this time in the past, Zhou Zi couldn't sleep anymore.

The past chased him like a nightmare, and he always had to exhaust himself before he could fall asleep.

However, accompanied by the sound of the qin tonight, my lonely heart seemed to be soothed by something. The heart beat softly like never before, and my mind uncontrollably followed the sound of the qin.

The prelude is like a quiet brook, quietly flowing through people's hearts.

Reaching the middle section, Jun Jin's fingering changed, and the stream-like sound of the piano changed into gentle moonlight, and the light strokes were as light as butterfly wings, which only scratched the tip of the heart.

In the regent's dormitory, Zhou Xun held his wine glass and smiled slightly: "It really matches that piano, but is it useful just to play the piano?" After finishing speaking, he drank the wine in the glass.

The sound of the piano rang for an hour before it gradually subsided, and in the Shizi's room, at some point in time, the young man was already lying on the soft bed, sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.

Jun Jin moved his hands away from the strings, his face was pale and scary at the moment, as if he was about to take a breath at any time and never come back again.

Playing is also a very exhausting thing, Jun Jin leaned weakly on the back of the chair, and it took a long time to get over the uncomfortable feeling that almost wanted to die.

Xiaobai was silent for a long time before slowly saying: "Host, why are you working so hard?"

Jun Jin closed her eyes, and said calmly, "In order not to endure this body anymore."

"……I see."

Jun Jin didn't hear Xiao Bai's last words, because he had already passed out at this time, and the maid who had been waiting for a long time stepped forward worriedly. He got on the bed and tucked in the quilt.

**

Jun Jin was like this, playing the piano for the world every night for a month.

Many times during this period, others thought that with his frail body, he would give up in a short time, but they didn't expect him to actually persevere.

Zhou Xun is not a very leisurely person, so everything about Jun Jin is reported to him by the hidden guard.

After hearing that the son who had trouble falling asleep in the past can now sleep peacefully every day, Zhou Xun narrowed his eyes and said:

"Even if he's just a luthier, it's a merit to make my son sleep better."

The hidden guards looked at each other in dismay when they heard Zhou Fal's half-sarcasm and implied anticipation.

"Mr. played day and night to lull you to sleep, and it was hard work. I passed on Gu's order to send the thousand-year-old Yuzhi that I got a while ago to make up for Mr. Zhou." Standing with his hands behind his back, he ordered.

When Jun Jin learned of Zhou Sun's reward, he was sitting in the courtyard of the crown prince.

After that month of hard work, now Zhou Ziyue has shown his willingness to accept him, Jun Jin did the math and knew that the second stage of treatment could be put on the agenda.

The more Zhou Zi was willing to let Jun Jin stay in his courtyard, he was even willing to sit beside him, which almost made those maids lose their eyes in shock.

You must know that Shi Zi is a withdrawn person. When others invade his private space, although he will not lose his temper, he still ignores people as a piece of air.

It was as if there was a transparent barrier around him, isolating anyone but himself.

But now he accepts Jun Jin...

Was the playing of that month really so magical?

The news that a sick young man came to the Prince Regent's Mansion and was treating the son's stupidity had already reached the ears of Emperor Zhou Zijing through a dark thread.

Zhou Zijing is only sixteen or seventeen years old this year. Over the years, he has entrusted the regent to decentralize power a little bit, and he has more or less gained some power in the court.

The little emperor knew very well that if his uncle Zhou Xun wanted to, he could kick him off and sit on the dragon chair by himself, and even the dark thread planted in the palace acquiesced to appease him.

When he heard the news, he just sneered.

How many liars are there, why is his uncle still not giving up.

Zhou Zijing's qualifications are dull, and his talent in governing is scarce. He knows that if his brother Zhou Ziyue is not a fool, then it is uncertain who will sit on this dragon chair.

Zhou Zijing was half laughing and half self-consoling, and told the national teacher about this as a joke.

When the national teacher heard about it, he shook the fan for a moment, his eyes flickered slightly, but his tone was still gentle and amiable:

"Your Majesty just said, what's the name of the liar who treated His Royal Highness' son?"

TBC.

The author has something to say: the scumbag author doesn’t know much about these mental illnesses, and all the advertisements found on the Internet are hospital advertisements, so please take a look and don’t take it too seriously [paralyzed]

This article is a Su Shuang article. The IQ of the scumbag author is all used to work hard for the protagonist Su. Don’t read the article too seriously_(:3J∠)_

PS: Not surprisingly, it is updated every day at [-] pm!Looking at my thin manuscript, I silently shed tears [paralyzed]