Seeing her furious look, Chu Yingluo couldn't help but smile: "Okay, then let's just wait and see who can have the last laugh."
Chu Yan was not to be outdone: "Our future will be long..."
After saying that, Chu Yan snorted coldly and turned around to leave.
"Oh, by the way..." Chu Yingluo suddenly called out to her.
Chu Yan stopped and turned to glare at Chu Yingluo.
Chu Yingluo saw her holding her chest in anger, and said with a smile: "I'm just reminding you, don't be angry, or you may get breast cancer."
Chu Yan looked annoyed, but she had to ask: "What is breast cancer?"
Chu Yingluo rubbed the tea cup with her fingertips and said slowly: "Breast cancer is also called milkstone. It is caused by qi stagnation and blood stasis. It is these two areas of your..."
She paused and pointed to her chest: "There is something growing inside, as hard as a rock."
Chu Yan quickly covered her chest and stared at her with wide eyes, "Shameless, saying shameless words in broad daylight, it's extremely vulgar!"
Chu Yingluo snorted: "Don't worry, I'm not a man, and I'm not interested in you at all. I'm just worried that you will die young and not see me having the last laugh. Being invincible is the most lonely thing."
Chu Yingluo blew on the tea leaves and took a gentle sip of the tea.
After Chu Yan understood, she was so angry that she stamped her feet: "Chu Yingluo, you actually dare to curse me to an early death!"
She raised her hand, so angry that she almost knocked over the tea cup in her hand.
At this moment, a big hand suddenly stopped her. The hand was like an iron pliers, gripping her arm and throwing it forward.
The next second, Chu Yan staggered and fell to the ground.
Chu Yan was so angry that she was about to curse. However, when she raised her head, she saw that the person blocking her was not Wu Jiaojiao, but a cold black figure, exuding a cold air.
Chu Yingluo also stood up from the stool in shock, and dropped the teacup in her hand to the ground. She looked at Mo Beizhi in surprise.
The voice was extremely excited: "Your Majesty..."
Chu Yan was completely dumbfounded. The man in front of her turned out to be the paralyzed prince. How could this be possible?
Isn't the fourth prince paralyzed in bed and dying soon? Why is he still sitting here upright? Not only that, his hands are also good...
Mo Beizhi stared at Chu Yan on the ground, his eyes cold and terrifying: "Get out!"
His eyes seemed to kill.
Chu Yan was stunned by his roar. She stood up in shock and ran outside quickly.
As soon as Chu Yan left, Mo Beizhi put away his anger. He glanced at Wu Jiaojiao and said, "Next time I see her again, throw her out of the palace."
Wu Jiaojiao nodded: "Yes, next time Chu Yan comes again, I will definitely throw her out."
Mo Beizhi swept the teacup on the ground and frowned slightly. Then he looked at Chu Yingluo's hands and nervously stepped forward to check her fingers: "Did you burn your hands just now?"
Chu Yingluo shook her head. She looked at Mo Beizhi's hands with excitement and asked excitedly: "Your Highness, can you move your hands?"
Mo Beizhi was slightly startled. He lowered his head and his eyes fell on his hands. He opened his eyes slightly and his expression seemed even more surprised than Chu Yingluo's.
After a long time, he spoke softly, his lips trembling slightly: "It seems..."
After saying that, a pair of soft white hands came up.
Chu Yingluo held his hand and asked happily: "Prince, when will your hand heal? Why didn't you tell me?"
Mo Beizhi was suddenly startled. Feeling the soft touch on his palm, a strange feeling came from his fingers, reaching deep into his heart. The tip of his heart seemed to be hooked by her, causing ripples in the calm lake of his heart.
It turned out that her hands were so delicate and smooth, tenderer than tofu. While throbbing, he couldn't help but hold her soft white hands.
After a moment, he slowly raised his head and answered her: "I don't know, I just saw someone trying to bully you, so I couldn't help it..."
As if out of an instinctive reaction, when he saw someone bullying her, he couldn't help but want to stop him.
Who knows...
Before his hand was warm, Chu Yingluo pulled away, held his shoulder and squeezed it, turning it over and over to check.
Mo Beizhi pursed his dry lips lightly.
I saw Chu Ying and Luo Mei smiling happily, and the joy was beyond words.
"You have feelings in your hands and arms, which means that your nerves are slowly recovering. Maybe your consciousness stimulates your body and makes a subconscious reaction. No matter what happens, this is a good phenomenon. .”
Wu Jiaojiao on the side also smiled happily and said: "Congratulations to the prince, congratulations to the princess, the prince can finally move his hands, great!"
Mo Beizhi glanced over and saw that she hadn't left yet, so he ordered: "You and Chunhe go to the kitchen to prepare some food and bring it over later."
Wu Jiaojiao scratched her head and said with a naive smile: "But I can't cook, so I'd better stay and take care of the prince with the princess."
Mo Beizhi said coldly: "Chunhe cooks, you are responsible for lighting the fire."
"I obey, little one." Wu Jiaojiao ran away happily.
Mo Beizhi took a breath, turned to look at Chu Yingluo, and his tone suddenly became gentle: "Luo'er, push me back to the room."
"Okay." Chu Yingluo smiled and pushed Mo Beizhi into the house.
As soon as she entered the room, Chu Yingluo couldn't wait to squat in front of him and asked: "My lord, can you see if you can move anywhere else?"
Mo Beizhi nodded, with a rare smile in his eyes.
He slowly stretched out his hand, trying to control other parts of his body, but except for his hand, there was no other place to move. No matter how hard he tried, it was of no avail. Gradually, a trace of loneliness flashed across his eyes: "... ...cannot."
Chu Yingluo smiled and comforted: "It doesn't matter, take your time. As long as your hands can move, the nerves in other parts will slowly recover. I have already thought about it. I will operate on you tonight. Without further ado, let's do it as soon as possible." Get the surgery so you can recover sooner.”
Mo Beizhi looked at the smile in her eyes and couldn't help but said, "Tonight?"
Chu Yingluo nodded, then asked with a smile: "My lord, are you nervous? But it is understandable. Usually everyone is nervous before surgery."
Mo Beizhi slowly stretched out his hand and held her hands again. Chu Yingluo was suddenly startled and heard him say warmly: "As long as you are by my side, you won't be nervous, but..."
Mo Beizhi wanted to speak but stopped.
"My lord, tell me."
