The prince took the empty jade cup, handed it to Feng Youxi, and then took the second cup. He originally wanted to drink a few sips, but Zhen Qingyin drank all the wine, so he drank it all too.
Feng Youxi secretly wiped away the cold sweat. Fortunately, His Highness the Crown Prince did not snatch the remaining half of the drink from the young lady, otherwise Zhen Qingyin would have been so frightened that she turned around and ran away.
After drinking the hot almond dew, Zhen Qingyin felt warm all over her body, and her stinging throat felt much better.
The prince got off the carriage first, and Du Ruo stood beside the dismounting stone and waited.
The prince looked at Du Ruo and winked at Feng Youxi.
Feng Youxi had a headache.
Your Highness, how many holes do you have in your body? You don’t know how many holes there are in your body?
But considering that His Highness the Crown Prince had suffered a serious crime, Feng Youxi had no choice but to follow his wishes and pretended to be in a hurry and said: "Du Ruo, hurry up and check Miss Zhen's boxes with me. There is a box that I can't find. Did you forget to bring it?"
After saying that, regardless of whether Du Ruoda agreed or not, he dragged her away.
The prince stood at Du Ruo's position and reached out to pick up Zhen Qingyin: "Give me your hand."
Zhen Qingyin was startled, seeing through Wei Ji and Feng Youxi's tricks at a glance, and couldn't laugh or cry.
How childish.
However, Wei Ji has been included in the range of people she is close to, and she is too lazy to care about or pull.
Zhen Qingyin has always had such a laid-back temperament.
The prince was satisfied and held her hand. It was soft, boneless, and the skin was smooth.
The only thing she wasn't satisfied with was the gauze wrapped around her palms.
The prince frowned.
Let’s fish for Wang Linyuan a few days later.
This guy is so stubborn that he needs to suffer for a few more days to open his mind.
Zhen Qingyin saw that his face was heavy and he was thinking about something, so she didn't let go of his hand and let him hold her hand and squeeze it.
The surrounding palace people were busy carrying their luggage and hurried past with their heads down, pretending not to see anything.
One of them was injured and the other was sick, so Feng Youxi took care of all the trivial matters. Zhen Qingyin and the prince just stayed peacefully, and Feng Youxi thanked God.
Zhen Qingyin first helped the prince lie down, then called Xie Yuan to apply medicine and bandage again.
When the prince changed his dressing, she insisted on staying and taking a look.
Look how she stabbed him.
But when Xie Yuan was about to untie the last layer of gauze, she suddenly became confused and ran out without control of her legs.
"Qing Yin!" The prince wanted to stand up, but was pushed back by Xie Yuanzheng.
"Your Highness, I'm fine, I'm just a little scared." Across the screen, Zhen Qingyin's teeth chatted lightly, and she composed herself so that she could keep her voice steady, "I won't leave, I will always stay with Your Highness."
Until he recovers.
The prince breathed a sigh of relief: "I told you not to look at it. At that time, you took care of me alone and drew the sword for me. Were you scared to tears?"
Xie Yuan slowed down his movements and pricked up his ears.
After a while, Zhen Qingyin's low and inaudible voice came from outside the screen: "Well, a lot of blood, a lot of blood."
She also seemed to see his intestines.
The prince's heart was burning, as if her tears were falling on the tip of his heart, making his whole heart boil.
It turned out that it was not his imagination, she really shed tears for him at that time.
Even though she was not as good as Wei Yi, she thought she was attracted to him and was reluctant to let him die, so no matter how scared she was, she still drew the knife for him.
The prince's mind was filled with images of him and the prince's concubine singing the piano and playing the piano, with their children around their knees.
But Zhen Qingyin may have had nightmares about drawing the knife. After all, she is a young lady who has never seen blood.
"Qingyin, thank you for your bravery in saving Gu's life. You are the bravest and kindest little lady I have ever seen."
The prince's voice was so gentle that Xie Yuan's hands trembled.
The prince glared at Xie Yuanzheng and swallowed a breath of cold air.
Xie Yuan looked straight at his nose, his nose and his heart, pretending not to hear anything, and bandaged everything meticulously.
When Zhen Qingyin heard his compliment, her eyes were red and tears fell suddenly.
Someone also praised her like this in her previous life.
Later she died.
When she died, no one dared to come to help her.
She didn't expect it, but she was still a little chilled, even though she just didn't want to commit suicide and wanted to die properly.
Death was the path she chose.
In the past life and this life, only Wei Ji took her all the way to escape, never leaving him, blocking the knife for her, and even though he was stabbed by her, he tried every means to help her hide it. She used to laugh at him as a love-minded and cheap person.
Zhen Qingyin was so ashamed that she ran out of the house.
The prince was flustered, and Xie Yuanzheng pushed him back again.
The frail prince said word by word: "Thank you! Court! Right!"
presumptuous!
How dare you bully his majestic Crown Prince!
Xie Yuan was comforting me gently: "Your Highness, don't worry. You compliment me, but I'm just shy."
The prince was too lazy to pay attention to him. How did he know that Zhen Qingyin had never cherished her own life? What if she felt so guilty that she couldn't think about it for a moment and had something wrong?
"Somebody come!"
Immediately, a young eunuch stepped across the threshold and asked through the screen: "What are your orders, Your Highness?"
"Ask a few eunuchs and maids to follow Miss Zhen. Don't let her be alone. If anything happens to her, come and see me with your head!"
The little eunuch trembled: "Yes, Your Highness!"
The prince frowned irritably.
Before Zhen Qingyin ran away, he vaguely heard a sob.
She cried again.
The prince felt regret again.
The stabbing was a bit harsh at that time. He was not seeking death. First, it was a matter of life and death. He did not dare to exploit system loopholes for fear that Zhen Qingyin would be wiped out immediately. Second, he was poisoned and his vision was blurred. He could only roughly judge her position and his consciousness was unclear. Fuzzy, unable to accurately grasp the force.
In an instant, the little eunuch trotted back and reported: "Your Highness, Miss Zhen returned to the side hall, cried for a while, and asked the palace maid to read to her."
The prince breathed a sigh of relief at first, then immediately became vigilant again: "What book?"
The little eunuch read out the title of the book without changing his expression: "If you want to show off, Your Highness, don't disturb me." Miss Zhen insists on listening to this book, and the palace maid dare not not read it."
Prince: "..."
It was a script written by her best friend, so she probably couldn't stop it.
The prince raised his left hand and covered his desperate eyes.
That's all, he was the one who hit her with the knife. If reading a few story books written by the grumpy little tomato can make her feel better, then read it.
Anyway, he was watching.
"Go down and keep staring at her."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Xie Yuan was finishing his business. He wrote down the title of the book "Your Majesty, Your Highness If You Want to Be Broken". He was satisfied and was about to leave. The prince asked in a low voice: "Xie Yuanzheng, will this incision on the solitary abdomen leave a scar?"
Xie Yuan was looking at the prince in astonishment.
The prince's face was serious and solemn, with only the tips of his ears slightly red.
"Ahem, Your Highness, this wound is so deep and long," Xie Yuan was gesturing with a look of embarrassment on his face, "It's impossible not to leave scars."
The prince's face darkened.
Xie Yuanzheng's hair stood up and he said hurriedly: "However, I will try my best to prepare the secret medicine to make His Highness's scar lighter. Your Highness remember to eat less irritating food during the recovery period..."
Xie Yuan was giving a long list of instructions, and the prince wrote them down one by one.
It doesn't matter if there are scars elsewhere, the scar on the abdomen must not be ugly or hideous.
Zhen Qingyin was frightened.
