"Are you going to make me swallow the medicine dregs alive?"
Mrs. Yao said in astonishment, "That's so loud."
"Grandma, if this is not food, it will burn your legs below the knees..."
Meng Zhuoer couldn't help but explain, but she looked back at the pot of steaming medicine, took a deep breath, and was mentally prepared.
Even if it wasn't for Mrs. Yao, as a doctor, and hot medicine is the most common way to treat bruises, swelling and pain, she had to pass this test no matter what.
Meng Zhuoer could only bite the bullet and do it.
After half a cup of tea had passed and the herbs were no longer boiling, she wrapped the herbs directly on Mrs. Yao's legs with her bare hands and burned them repeatedly.
"It's so hot. Grandma, let someone else do it."
Mrs. Yao wanted to ask her grandma to take her place.
"Medicated perm requires very particular techniques. It doesn't mean just putting the dregs of medicine on the calf. People who don't know the technique can easily make it self-defeating. Not only will it have no effect on reducing swelling, but it will also make it more serious."
Mrs. Yao saw that she persisted and no longer stopped her, but she felt heartbroken when she saw the redness of her palms.
The hot herbs made her whole hand feel hot, and her right wrist was all red, but apart from frowning her eyebrows, she didn't show too much pain.
Even though she was like this, she was still afraid of hurting Mrs. Yao. She kept asking whether the duration of her compressions was appropriate and whether it would be too hot, without mentioning her pain at all.
Mrs. Yao couldn't bear it either.
People have two legs. After burning one leg, there is still another leg, which means there is a second pot of herbs.
Meng Zhuoer was very familiar with it. After burning his feet, he wrapped the medicinal dregs with a long cloth and wrapped the entire leg below the knee.
"This can force out some pus."
Meng Zhuoer explained while bandaging that the concoction would inevitably stain her skirt, but she didn't take it seriously.
Soon, she wrapped Mrs. Yao's legs.
"We'll finish dinner later, this will be almost ready."
Meng Zhuoer relaxed his sore waist bones.
"You child..." Mrs. Yao held her red hand that was burned distressedly, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
"Silly boy, how could it not hurt?"
Mrs. Yao was angry and pitiful.
Meng Zhuoer smiled.
She is not someone who would open her mouth to complain about her pain. On the contrary, she is very stubborn and proud, and is unwilling to speak too much.
After it was done, Meng Zhuoer straightened the hem of Mrs. Yao's skirt before having the screen removed.
But what made Meng Zhuoer unexpected was that not only Yue Zhichen had not left outside the screen, but also Yue Zhiting was still there.
They were sitting and drinking tea, but compared to Yue Zhiting's nobility and elegance, Yue Zhichen was somewhat irritable.
When he saw the screen being taken away, Yue Zhichen immediately rushed forward: "Grandma, are you okay?"
He looked up and down nervously and saw Mrs. Yao's legs wrapped in gauze. He asked Meng Zhuoer with an ugly face, "What did you do to my grandmother?"
"What could she do to me? She did it for my own good. She gave me injections, gave me hot potions, and then even made her hands red."
Mrs. Yao couldn't bear it anymore, because she wanted to save some face for her grandson, "I heard from your grandfather that others and His Majesty think you are mature and steady, but your performance today really disappointed my grandmother.
I have been patient with you, but how could you be patient with Zhuo'er? In the past, you just drank everything your grandfather taught you, right? "
Mrs. Yao was also a very popular woman when she was young, and had also been a female general. Seeing that her grandson was so ungentlemanly, she grabbed the crutch beside her and hit Yue Zhichen hard on the leg.
Yue Zhichen was unprepared and half-knelt on the ground.
He had a look of astonishment on his face. He didn't expect that his grandmother, who used to love him so much, would actually take action for Meng Zhuoer.
"Grandma, you actually hit me for Meng Zhuoer?"
"What's wrong with me hitting you? Grandma can't hit you if you make a mistake?"
Mrs. Yao's aura was at full strength and she suppressed Yue Zhichen. "I think Chu Chu has indulged you too much. What has happened now? It's easy to learn bad things but hard to learn good ones. Don't you understand?"
She struck down with the cane again, and Yue Zhichen let out a cry of pain and went from half-kneeling to kneeling on both knees.
Yue Zhichen was sweating in pain, but he did not dare to refute.
Mrs. Yao asked him to kneel down, so he had to kneel down obediently.
"There are constant wars and foreign invasions in the south. As His Majesty's eldest son, you are firstly unstable, and secondly, you don't know people well. Don't think that I don't know about you and Meng Yifei.
Looking at the reputation of Your Majesty and the Meng family, I will not expose it. It was you who was sorry for Zhuo'er first, and now you dare to bully her. When your grandfather comes back, I will have him take care of you. "
The more Mrs. Yao talked, the angrier she became, and she slapped Yue Zhichen twice, which was called a clean slap.
Yue Zhichen's eyes were filled with stars, his whole body swayed several times, and he almost fainted.
Judging from the slaps, Mrs. Yao really didn't show mercy because the other party was her grandson.
In fact, Mrs. Yao has been enduring this anger since Yue Zhichen came in. If her legs were not diseased, according to her temperament, Yue Zhichen might have suffered a bloody disaster today.
Meng Zhuoer lowered his head beside him, as if he was aggrieved, and shrugged his shoulders as if he was sobbing.
But knowing who she was, Meng Zhuoer, how could she burst into tears because of a few words of blame from others.
If you don't fight back in the face of slander, you must be holding back your big move.
But one thing to say, it was not easy for Meng Zhuoer. It was very hard for her to hold back her laughter, and she could hardly breathe.
Just one word, cool!
Very cool.
She had already dealt with Meng Yifei. Yue Zhichen, who was the instigator of the war, was taken away so lightly. It was just that someone made some gossip, which was too easy for him.
Meng Zhuoer wished he could cut off his legs and lend them to Mrs. Yao, so that Mrs. Yao could kick Feiyue Zhichen.
Yue Zhichen was the eldest son of the emperor, and his mother-in-law was the Concubine Chu who held the gold seal. She was from a big family like the Yao family, and her status was very noble.
Yue Zhichen, Mrs. Wen Chengyao and Mrs. Wu Chengyao, have a deep relationship between their ancestors and grandchildren. Even if Mrs. Yao takes action, the emperor will not say anything.
Yue Zhiting didn't get involved, sitting on the sidelines and drinking tea elegantly, but when she raised her eyes, her lengthy gaze fell on the girl in front of her.
Little Fox.
Playing tricks on people again.
"Let me tell you, if you dare to bully Zhuo'er again, I will never forgive you."
Mrs. Yao put down her harsh words.
Grandma hurried over and patted Mrs. Yao on the back, reminding her that elderly people should not get angry.
"Actually, you can't blame the Second Highness for this. It's all my fault. If I were a good girl, Your Highness wouldn't like others. It's all because I'm not good enough..."
Meng Zhuoer suddenly spoke, and there was a trembling sound while speaking. She was crying out of breath, as if she was really sad.
But only she knew clearly that she was trembling with laughter. If she didn't pinch her thigh with her hands, she wouldn't even be able to squeeze out tears.
Fortunately, sometimes crying and breaking down are a bit like laughing.
"Zhuo'er..."
Mrs. Yao felt doubly distressed. She took a quick look at Yue Zhichen and felt that she didn't like anything, so she kicked him in the face, "You bastard, look at how you bullied Zhuo'er."
Yue Zhichen was kicked to the ground, but he did not dare to resist Mrs. Yao.
In his heart, he was very respectful to Mrs. Yao.
