Xie Yuan was hurriedly entering Yichun Hall carrying the medicine box on his back.
The prince's face was pale and he was lying on the couch, but his eyes were half-closed quietly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Feng Youxi unbuttoned his belt, revealing gauze soaked in blood.
Xie Yuan was so angry that he almost jumped. Do you want to heal this injury? Just wandering around all day long, taking care of the wound and not breaking it, what are you doing? It was bloody again.
Feng Youxi apologized and said, "I'd like to trouble Mr. Yuan to re-bandage it."
On the front of Xie Yuan, there was no sign of movement. He applied medicine and bandage quickly with his hands and feet, felt his pulse, and advised in a warm voice: "The Emperor, the Queen, the Imperial Concubine, and the adults in the court are all concerned about His Highness's injury and hope that His Highness will recover soon." Return to the court. Your Highness’s injuries must be rested. It is not advisable to get angry. Remember to be careful about sex and eating and drinking..."
A subtle hint, why not move the young lady of the Zhen family to another place to recuperate?
Spending time with a fairy-like young lady every day makes me feel happy, but the wound is unpleasant. Although I haven't seen Zhen Qingyin's face so far, Xie Yuanzheng is sure that she is a fairy-like girl, otherwise His Highness will not get the wound again. collapsed.
He just wanted to ask, doesn't it hurt, Your Highness?
Here he sends the prince's pulse report to the emperor twice a day. He writes it truthfully, offends the prince, covers it up, and deceives the emperor. Why would the prince bother a little imperial doctor like him?
Feng Youxi was so ashamed for His Highness the Crown Prince. During the period of serious injury, he had lustful thoughts, as if the Crown Prince was one of those hungry ghosts.
The prince looked tired and said softly, "Yes."
Xie Yuan was a little relieved and picked up a silk handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat on the prince's forehead.
The prince slowly raised his eyelids, pushed away his outstretched hand, took the silk handkerchief, and wiped the sweat himself.
Xie Yuanzheng didn't take it seriously. He had been showing the Prince's Ping'an pulse for several years and knew that the Prince didn't like people being close to him.
After telling Feng Youxi a few things to pay attention to, Xie Yuanzheng left the prescription, carried the medicine box on his back, and went to the pharmacy to boil the medicine himself.
Feng Youxi said sincerely: "The time will come in the future, why should your Highness be in a hurry. Besides, Miss Zhen is still the daughter of a boudoir, so it doesn't scare her."
The prince was too lazy to listen and closed his eyes tiredly to rest his mind.
The days would be long in the future, but he couldn't tolerate Zhen Qingyin thinking about Wei Yi even for a day.
It really scared her.
But watching and listening to her cry so tenderly and out of breath, with red eyes and pitiful Chu Chu, what he wanted in his heart was not to let her go... but to bully her more, to make her cry harder. point.
So, in the end, she couldn't bear it anymore and kicked him.
Kicked him in the stomach.
The wound collapsed.
He instantly doubled over in pain, and when he saw her kicking her a second time, he quickly grabbed her foot.
Then, he almost fainted from the pain, but she kicked his wrist away, turned over and lay on the soft pillow, crying and coughing until her whole face turned red.
He knew that he was mad and confused, so he didn't dare to provoke her anymore. He only put a quilt on her and pretended that nothing had happened. He went out and returned to his bedroom. Only then could he not bear the pain of the wound and fell on the couch, leaving Feng Youxi Quietly go and call Xie Yuanzheng to come.
The prince pinched the center of his brow, feeling the pain subside for a while, and thought silently that although he felt sorry for her, he had no regrets.
This time she has his mark inside and out, wouldn't it be appropriate to worry about Wei Yi and Buddha again?
*
Zhen Qingyin had a dream.
In the dream, she stabbed Wei Ji, who was holding her bloody and forcing her to eat. He fed her mouth after mouth and blocked her mouth to prevent her from spitting it out.
She swallowed it with tears in her eyes while watching his wound bleed like a spring.
This image is devastating.
Then she woke up with a start.
Du Ruo knelt on the bedside guiltily: "Girl, this servant is useless, please punish me."
"It has nothing to do with you, get up." Zhen Qingyin rubbed her swollen temples, her eyelids were a little swollen and her brain was confused.
She regretted it very much.
If she had known that Wei Ji was so unrestrained, she would have drank that bowl of Bizi Soup.
I blame myself for being too talkative for reminding Feng Youxi.
Du Ruo stood up and asked worriedly: "Girl, are you okay?"
Zhen Qingyin felt that something was wrong, and she wanted to vomit the feeling that she couldn't spit out: "Ask someone to bring hot water, I want to wash up and take a shower."
"But we haven't had dinner yet." Du Ruo knew some rules.
The prince and the girl were alone together for half an hour. It was still dark, and the girl called for water. The palace people would think too much when they saw this.
"Don't worry about that, I just want to take a bath now." Zhen Qingyin stood up, kicked off her shoes, and saw a teapot on the table, so she picked up the teapot and poured tea.
"Girl, that's the tea we served to my concubine half an hour ago, and it's already cold!" Du Ruo was about to go out and order water to be carried, but when he saw this, he quickly reminded her.
Zhen Qingyin ignored it. She held the tea in her mouth without swallowing it. Instead, she spit it into a bowl on the side. She rinsed her mouth ten times in a row before suppressing her heart that was about to collapse.
When Du Ruo saw this, he went out with peace of mind.
Zhen Qingyin held her forehead, feeling exhausted physically and mentally even though she had just woken up.
At first, she thought Wei Ji was like a child who gets a toy and his enthusiasm wanes after three days of use. Who knew that when he became enthusiastic, he would be like this.
Hopefully his enthusiasm will fade soon.
Otherwise, her love mood will cool down first.
She could tolerate a moment of jealousy and passion. If she developed a crazy love brain because of this, she would cross out this boyfriend.
A bloody kiss or something like that makes me dizzy just thinking about it.
Let's assume it was the lingering effects of the Shiquan Dabu Pill, Zhen Qingyin decided to observe further.
*
It wasn't until midnight that the prince woke up.
He washed his hands, glanced at the light coming from the window of the bedroom opposite, and asked, "Can Miss Zhen have dinner?"
"I used it, but not much. Miss Zhen said she couldn't eat it. She was painting at the moment." Feng Youxi's eyes flickered and he didn't dare to hide it, "Your Highness, do you want to report it to the Jingshi Room?"
Can't eat? Are you angry with him, or do you dislike him? The prince pursed his lips slightly: "What's the reward?"
Feng Youxi's old face turned red, and he took courage and said: "Report the sexual intercourse between His Highness and Miss Zhen."
The prince was stunned and didn't react for a moment, then he kicked him: "Nonsense! What kind of sexual intercourse? Are you the one who is waiting for trouble?"
Not only did he question his character, but he also questioned Zhen Qingyin's innocence.
Feng Youxi rubbed his buttocks and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "Damn it, slave! I misunderstood! After a while, Miss Zhen got up from her sleep and asked someone to bring water for a bath. I thought... I thought... hehe... …”
The prince's wound hurt, otherwise he would have kicked him with the second kick.
"Hey, what are you doing? Miss Guhe Zhen is just in love, not polite, don't think about those dirty things!"
"Yes, yes, hehe, His Highness and Miss Zhen are innocent. It's just the slave who thinks too much..." Feng Youxi secretly curled his lips, who asked him to cook the soup yesterday?
The prince was also afraid that the injury would reoccur, so he stopped showing off. He supported Feng Youxi's hand and said, "Go and invite Miss Zhen. Just ask her to have dinner with you, and ask her to eat some more with you."
He walked slowly, and as soon as he sat down in the dining room, the little eunuch who had sent the message had already replied, lowering his head and reporting: "Your Highness, Miss Zhen cannot come."
The prince's eyes instantly darkened: "Why don't you come?"
