1645. Because the flower language of chamomile is the power of suffering, it does not lose to the strength of adversity and the vitality of adversity.

He used these flowers to motivate himself to cheer up, and to be tenacious in suffering, not for anything else, just for Jingxi.

After the chamomile has withered every year, people will be reseeded in the spring of next year, waiting for the seeds to germinate, grow and bloom.

He always holds an unrealistic fantasy, and he dreams that when the flowers bloom, there may be miracles. Maybe Jingxi will come back.

Huo Yunshen is pinning his grief, cleaning the room's Jingxi, and turning around and seeing the man sitting on the bed.

"Your Majesty, are you awake?"

She wanted to do all this quietly, but he still woke up and saw it. I don't know if I would blame her.

"Ok."

Huo Yunshen was not angry, just a sigh.

“Do you feel better in your stomach today?”

"better."

He replied truthfully, he took the medicine yesterday, rested for one night, and the stomach was much better.

"That's good!"

Jing Xi saw that he was not angry, and he was more courageous. He asked, "Your Majesty, if you wake up, I can pull the curtains open and the windows are open and breathable? This room needs ventilation."

"Ok."

He nodded again.

Jingxi completely opened the curtains and opened all the glass windows. Soon, the fresh wind blew in, with a touch of chamomile.

Jingxi retired and came to him and asked, "Do you need me to help you find the clothes you want to wear today? Your Majesty?"

"it is good."

Huo Yunshen did not think much, and even agreed again.

When Jingxi went out, he found that he didn't know where the king's cloakroom was, and he ran his head back and asked, "Sorry, your majesty, where is your cloakroom?"

Huo Yunshen has got up and has no response, just pointing his finger at the wall.

Jingxi noticed that there was a beautiful closet on one wall of the room. Is that the door of the cloakroom?

Going over and trying to open the closet, but can't open it, no matter which direction Jingxi goes, it is very difficult to open the closet.

Huo Yun saw her clumsy look, and the corner of her lips couldn't help but hooked up. She picked up the remote control on the bedside table and pressed the button.

The wall cabinets were automatically separated from the sides. Jingxi was caught off guard because he made a lot of effort.

Huo Yunshen just saw this scene, and she was teased by her wrestling.

Jingxi climbed up from the ground, licking a bit of a painful elbow, looking at the king with a sly look. Surprisingly, he just seemed to be laughing, laughing at her?

"Your Majesty, have you just laughed at me?" Jing Xi was not afraid of death and asked.

"Cough cough..." Huo Yun deepened his face and coughed twice. He did not speak and went straight to the bathroom.

Jing Xi flat closed his mouth, regained his gaze and walked into the king's cloakroom.

As soon as he entered, Jingxi was shocked by the front of the crowd. It turned out that there was a hole in the inside of a closet.

This cloakroom is so good and stylish, all at a glance, all of them are all in a dark, pure handmade suit, iron-plated white shirts, and various accessories, all of which work fine and have excellent texture.

Anyway, they are almost the same color, and there is nothing to choose from. According to his own understanding, Jingxi chose a suit and shirt for the king, and matched a tie with a slightly brighter color.

In addition, I chose socks, and I chose leather shoes in the shoe cabinet. All of them were matched well before they were taken out of the cloakroom.

The king has not yet come out. Jing Xi puts his clothes in the head of the bed and folds the quilt.

......!