Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Chu Yingluo was lying in the yard leisurely basking in the sun, when Chunhe said that the third prince, Mo Wenhuan, had arrived.
Chu Yingluo slowly opened her eyes, thinking that it had been three days and someone finally couldn't sit still.
This third prince is really a Ninja Turtle.
"Let him in."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Wenhuan walked in swaggeringly. After he came in, he started to look around in the yard, as if he was looking for something.
Chu Yingluo was not in a hurry, and waited until he came back from a walk before she asked slowly: "The Third Prince is here today. Could it be that something was left behind in the Fourth Prince's Mansion?"
Mo Wenhuan straightened up, put his hands behind his back, and said confidently: "It's not that something was left in the Fourth Prince's Mansion, but that I felt that there was something unclean and evil in your mansion. That day, I came from here. After I returned home, I had a headache and started to feel uncomfortable."
These days, he thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. Originally he was fine, but after a visit to the Fourth Prince's Mansion that day, he became inhumane.
The key is that these words came from Chu Yingluo. This little liar also said that she could give him an injection. If he figured it out, he could come to her at any time.
He had seen all the imperial doctors and private doctors, but no one could cure it, but this little girl was a liar and said she could cure it?
Absolutely ridiculous!
But then again...
This made Mo Wenhuan suspicious that Chu Yingluo was most likely responsible for this incident. Unfortunately, he searched the Fourth Prince's Mansion but could not find any evidence.
"Third Prince, please don't think too much. We live in the mansion every day and we have never seen anything dirty or evil. Why don't you, Third Prince, tell me what's wrong with you?"
Chu Yingluo raised her eyebrows and squinted at him with a smile.
A cold light suddenly appeared in Mo Wenhuan's eyes. He ignored his image and roared angrily with a stern face: "Chu Yingluo, stop pretending to be stupid with me. What illness does this king have? Do you not know?"
Chu Yingluo propped her chin up and pretended to be confused for a while and thought: "Oh, I remember that day, I said that the Third Prince looked bad and might be suffering from the syndrome of immobility. Could it be..."
"shut up!"
Mo Wenhuan looked around in panic, then clenched his fists and became angry: "Chu Yingluo, tell me honestly, are you the one who caused this?"
Chu Yingluo frowned: "Third Prince, if you don't have evidence, it's better not to talk nonsense."
Mo Wenhuan gritted his teeth and stared at her: "It must be you!"
Chu Yingluo's eyes turned cold and she said in a cold voice: "Could it be that the third prince saw that my prince was paralyzed in bed and I had no one to protect me, so he came to the house to frame me and slander me? If the third prince is just looking for trouble, I'm not afraid. Let's Go to the emperor and let him comment."
Hearing this, Mo Wenhuan's expression suddenly changed. If this matter were brought before the emperor and the emperor knew that he was inhumane, then it would not be a matter of ridicule, but a matter of his future.
Mo Wenhuan suppressed the anger in his heart and could only make insinuations: "If it's really not your fault, how come you know so much and say you have a way to cure me?"
Chu Yingluo had already thought of her wording: "When I was a child, I worshiped a folk master and learned a few superficial things about the world from him. I didn't know how to treat other difficult and complicated diseases, but there is one thing that the Third Prince said. By the way, someone once called me a charlatan, so it would be better for the Third Prince to find a reliable imperial doctor."
Her words hit Mo Wenhuan deeply in the face.
Mo Wenhuan had a stern look on his face and regretted calling her a charlatan, but he had deeper doubts in his heart. Could it be that Chu Yingluo was really responsible?
He stared at Chu Yingluo's face again and again, but couldn't see any flaws in her face.
Damn it, if he hadn't been desperate, he wouldn't have come to see Chu Yingluo. How could he show his face and let her see a doctor now?
Just when he was frowning, Chu Yingluo stood up from the wicker chair, turned around and took the initiative to give him a step up: "Third Prince, do you still need me to give you acupuncture? It doesn't matter if the Third Prince doesn't trust you, it's up to you. "
Mo Wenhuan pretended to be arrogant: "Of course I don't believe you, but it doesn't hurt to let you try. I want to see if you are just talking nonsense or if you are really a fool, huh."
The corner of Chu Yingluo's mouth curled up, but a sneer appeared in her heart. Is this the attitude of asking for medical treatment? Of course, she didn't treat him for free. She had to take this opportunity to give him a hard blow!
After doing the calculation, Chu Yingluo said: "Third Prince, I can give you acupuncture, but I don't do loss-making business. Every time I give you an acupuncture, you will be charged. In this way, I won't charge much. It costs ten taels, and one injection costs ten taels.”
"What?"
Mo Wenhuan's eyes widened, as if he had heard a big joke. He shouted coldly: "You actually charge me a fee?"
Chu Yingluo said in a calm tone: "It costs money for you to go out to see a doctor. Isn't it normal for me to charge you some hard work?"
Mo Wenhuan laughed loudly, and then sneered: "You think you are an imperial doctor. It only costs one tael to hire a doctor, but you want ten taels? Why don't you go and grab it?"
As he talked about the latter part, he gritted his teeth and showed deep contempt and disdain in his eyes. He was indeed a liar who had been doing this for a long time just to get money.
Chu Yingluo shook her head and sighed: "You are a majestic prince, you won't even be willing to part with such a small amount of money, right? If you think it's too expensive, you can go find a doctor with a few cents of silver, and I won't stop you."
After saying that, Chu Yingluo was about to leave, but within ten steps, she heard Mo Wenhuan's voice: "Have I ever said that I don't want to go out?"
He didn't take a mere twenty taels of silver seriously at all. Only a cheap person like her would open and shut her mouth just for money.
Seeing how desolate the courtyard is, I just think of sending him away as a beggar.
Chu Yingluo stopped and turned back to Mo Wenhuan. As she walked, she took out the silver needle from her cuff, then pointed to the chair with a smile: "Third Prince, please sit down."
Mo Wenhuan waved his sleeves and said politely after sitting down: "I spent money on it. If you are not cured, you will never get the money."
Chu Yingluo happily agreed: "Okay, I won't take it if it can't be cured."
Mo Wenhuan is a prince after all, and he will definitely not rely on this money. If word spreads, he will be shameless.
Mo Wenhuan thought that just one needle would be enough, but with just one stick of incense, Chu Yingluo actually put dozens of silver needles on his head.
After a while, Mo Wenhuan's head was pricked into a hornet's nest.
Mo Wenhuan watched her take out silver needles one after another, and immediately became furious: "Chu Yingluo, are you playing tricks on me?"
Chu Yingluo said calmly: "Third Prince, do you feel refreshed and your headache relieved a lot?"
Mo Wenhuan suddenly calmed down and carefully felt the position of the temple on the top of his head. Although his scalp was a little stinging, the dizzy and exploding headache in his head was indeed relieved a lot.
Seeing that he stopped talking, Chu Yingluo continued: "Third Prince, to be honest, your condition is already quite serious. Fortunately, you came early. If it had been about a month and a half later, there would have been nothing you could do to save the day. As long as you can It’s worth whatever it takes to cure it, so don’t worry too much about the money, what do you think?”
Hearing this, Mo Wenhuan's face darkened: "Who said that this king feels sorry for Yinzi."
I just think she is being mysterious.
"It's okay if you don't feel bad."
Chu Yingluo smiled evilly and said nothing, but in the next second, she used force and stabbed another needle on his shoulder, specifically picking the most painful acupuncture point.
"Ah~~~"
Mo Wenhuan screamed in pain, and the sound was sour to listen to.
