I don't know if she thought of herself in her previous life, but Yun Chuyao couldn't help but look at the seventh prince with a little more sympathy. After being silent for a long time, she said, "Brother, I want to teach you to eat with chopsticks."
As she said that, she picked up the jade chopsticks, picked up some shredded meat, and put it into the small bowl in front of the Seventh Prince: "Would you like to try it?"
The seventh prince tilted his head and looked at her. After a while, he took the chopsticks and reached for the shredded pork with some distress. Sure enough, the shredded pork fell to the floor and not a piece was eaten in his mouth.
He gasped in pain.
"It's okay, let's continue."
Yun Chuyao taught him tirelessly, with a soft voice.
The seventh prince was a little irritable at first, but fortunately he was very smart. Even if he was not easy to learn with chopsticks, he knew how to use chopsticks. After a while, he stuffed chicken legs and shredded pork into his mouth, making his stomach full.
"younger sister."
He said with bright eyes: "Okay!"
Yun Chuyao laughed: "Brother Emperor, you have eaten and drank enough, it's time to apply the medicine. Now, sprinkle it on the wound."
The seventh prince nodded obediently, took the medicine, and sprinkled it on the wound without thinking. After just one blow, he gasped in pain, and the muscles in his body tensed instantly. He could only raise his blue eyes and look helplessly. With Yun Chuyao.
Inexplicably pitiful.
"... Jinmei, help him apply the medicine," Yun Chuyao frowned, then raised her chin and said, "Remember to be gentle."
Jinmei responded quickly and stepped forward, wanting to take the ointment from the seventh prince's hand, but she suddenly met a pair of cold eyes. She was horrified and quickly lowered her eyes!
"Roar!"
The Seventh Prince stared at Jinmei, his eyes full of defense. He couldn't help but roll his throat and let out a low roar like a wild beast!
Jinmei was startled and took two steps back in panic!
"Brother Royal?"
Yun Chuyao hurriedly stepped forward, supported Jinmei's body, then looked down at the Seventh Prince, and said warmly: "...Don't you want Jinmei to help you apply the medicine? If you don't want to, just say 'no', I can understand."
"No!"
The seventh prince immediately said!
Yun Chuyao's thoughts moved slightly and she couldn't help but said: "Then... I can help you?"
After blurting out these words, Yun Chuyao was startled. After resurrecting her life, she no longer paid much attention to the defense of men and women, not to mention that the Seventh Prince was almost the same as a beast to her, so she didn't have much to be shy about. Even so, she shouldn't be so close to others.
After all, she had suffered so much that no one wanted to suffer again.
But the seventh prince was different.
Maybe he had never hurt himself in his previous life, maybe it was his beast-like temperament and clear blue eyes that all showed his "harmlessness", so that Yun Chuyao put it down again and again. Be on guard.
However, none of these are feasible.
After living her life again, she can't trust anyone easily!
No one can!
Yun Chuyao lowered her eyes, covering up the coldness in her eyes. When she raised her head again, her eyes had returned to their previous gentleness, and she said with a slight smile: "...is that okay?"
The two looked at each other.
One is gentle, the other is cold.
For no reason, the Seventh Prince's heart skipped a beat. Almost instantly, he realized the danger and immediately took a defensive stance, looking at Yun Chuyao warily!
Well.
The younger sister is so small and weak that she can be pressed to death with one hand.
The seventh prince tilted his head and looked at Yun Chuyao for a long time. After making sure that the little man in front of him was not a threat to him, he gradually let down his guard and nodded slowly, but his eyes were still guarded.
Yun Chuyao was not annoyed and stretched out her hand directly, revealing her white and tender palms.
The seventh prince hesitated for a long time before making up his mind and carefully placing his big hand on Yun Chuyao's hand.
Fingertips are slightly warm.
With the remaining warmth of his body.
"medicine."
Yun Chuyao avoided the seventh prince's hand, raised her palm again, and said helplessly: "Brother Seventh Prince, give me the medicine first."
The seventh prince was stunned for a moment, looking a little confused. After he realized what he was doing, he quickly retracted his hand and glared at Yun Chuyao fiercely before throwing the medicine to her, then turned his back and ignored the person.
Yun Chuyao: "?"
Is this... shy?
She felt funny inexplicably, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and her eyes fell on the scarred back of the Seventh Prince.
He is only fourteen years old, just a young boy. Although he is tall, his body is not fully developed. Perhaps the years of hunger he has suffered have made him leaner and leaner. His waist is only a narrow one, and only his body is Muscles are only highlighted when they are tight.
Somewhat pitiful.
Yun Chuyao said nothing, just lowered her eyes and applied medicine to the seventh prince's wound as carefully as possible.
During the whole process, the Seventh Prince tensed his body, ready to attack, as if he was always ready to attack, and was extremely defensive. Especially when Yun Chuyao's hand fell on the back of the Seventh Prince's neck, all the hair on his body was gone. Standing upright, his whole body was filled with a cruel killing intent!
"Little white-eyed wolf."
Yun Chuyao twitched the corners of her mouth and murmured softly.
He just ate so many things from me, and now he has murderous intention towards me. What is he if he is not a white-eyed wolf?
Thinking like this, her face had almost no expression, and she only sprinkled the medicine powder seriously. The pain made the seventh prince gasp and shrink into a small ball.
Soon, the medicine was ready.
The seventh prince had a pale face and leaned in the corner angrily. He was obviously "tortured" by Yun Chuyao.
Yun Chuyao also found a cleaner chair to sit on.
The rain was heavy and crackling, as if it could collapse a low wall. Before Yun Chuyao left the palace, although she brought a paper umbrella, she didn't want to go back in the heavy rain, so she could only sit in the house and take a rest.
The room became quieter and quieter.
Only the seventh prince's suppressed painful breathing could be heard.
Once, twice...
"Does it hurt?"
Yun Chuyao suddenly spoke.
The Seventh Prince's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his originally extremely fair face looked even whiter and weaker. He could only raise his face and look at the person without blinking, looking aggrieved.
Yun Chuyao smiled and said, "Just bear with it for a while, and you'll be fine after the medicine wears off."
As she said that, she suddenly paused and her eyes fell on the seventh prince's feet: "...What is that?"
The seventh prince lowered his head and saw the military book he had hidden under the haystack at a glance. His eyes widened for a moment, and he quickly picked it up and carefully blew the grass clippings off it.
""The Art of War"."
Yun Chuyao opened her mouth and couldn't hide her surprise and said, "You... can read?"
A person who can't even use chopsticks can actually read? How can this be! What's more, in her previous life, she had heard people talk about the Seventh Prince, saying that he couldn't read a word and that all the noble ladies in the capital looked down upon him. How could he be literate?
Could it be that he used "Sun Tzu's Art of War" to start a fire?
Yun Chuyao thought about the seventh prince's cherishment of the art of war, and thought it was impossible from the bottom of her heart.
