There were two shallow wounds on the side of Fu Yunqing's face. A figure came quickly and took away Mrs. Fu's crutches!
Qi Chengyi threw his crutches on the ground and protected him in front of Fu Yunqing. His cold eyes were like quenched ice: "Mrs. Fu, do you still want to hit the prince?"
"I don't dare." Mrs. Fu pinched the beads in her palm and suppressed her resentment.
At this time, at the end of the palace road, Li Shuhe was carefully supported by Grandma Ziyun and walked slowly over. His face was covered with a layer of impatience and a little disgust, and he scolded:
"As soon as we left the Jinluan Hall, the old lady poured out her grievances on the eldest girl. Being unkind and disrespectful to the elderly, the old lady hung a string of Buddhist beads in her palms. She is also a person who cultivates her moral character, but at this age she has no understanding at all. It is better to stay in the Buddhist hall often, think more about your own mistakes, and don’t pick up right and wrong.”
Mrs. Fu soon realized that this was what Fu Yunqing had just said about 'paying the price'.
It turned out that when she hit Fu Yunqing, Li Shuhe was watching from the end, but Fu Yunqing deliberately did not fight back and instead angered her. Wasn't it just to attract Li Shuhe to reprimand her?
Now, the queen punishes her to always accompany the ancient Buddha with a green lantern and think more about her own mistakes.
No one is allowed to leave the Buddhist hall without the Queen's permission.
Mrs. Fu laughed in a self-defeating manner, pointed at Fuyunqing, and laughed loudly: "Fuyunqing, you are such a cheap girl, you have such a good trick."
"Fu Yunqing, your nemesis, the broom star, why aren't you the one who should die? Uh huh!"
Aunt Ziyun stepped forward and covered the old lady's mouth with brute force, so that she could not make any sound. Then she frowned and scolded: "You dare to yell and curse in front of the Queen, you are really crazy!"
"Come here, take the old lady back to Fufu!"
Mrs. Fu struggled for her life, but she was tied up in front of everyone, her hands and feet were tied, she was put into a small sedan and forcibly taken out of the palace.
Li Shuhe waved to Fu Yunqing: "Yunqing, come here."
She called Yun Qing, not the daughter of the Fu family.
Fu Yunqing put aside his sharp edge and walked over obediently.
Li Shuhe took out the silk silk from his sleeve, gently wiped the blood on her face, and sighed: "Does it hurt? Go to the Taiyuan Hospital to get some bottles of excellent scar removal cream. Don't leave any traces on your face."
"Thank you, ma'am."
"The Eighth Prince is also here." Li Shuhe looked at Qi Chengyi.
Qi Chengyi said: "I just happened to pass by."
"It's a coincidence that you passed by." After Li Shuhe said this, he and Fu Yunqing were walking and chatting, "Today you and I are in charge of the women's institution. I agree very much. You can be so considerate of others at such a young age. , it’s really rare.”
"Your Majesty, I am very grateful." Fu Yunqing said, "My Majesty is very grateful for your kindness today."
Li Shuhe helped her up, gently touched her thin sleeves, and put the small sleeve stove into her hand:
"In such a cold day, you are so thinly dressed, and you are a bit more haggard than the last time I saw you. These days must be difficult in the Fu family, right? The second room and Mrs. Fu treat you and Ziheng so harshly, why don't you tell me Where is the palace?"
The warm little sleeve stove warms your fingertips all the way to your heart.
Li Shuhe's tone was soft, his eyes and brows were full of care, and he spoke in a gentle voice. When the sun fell on Li Shuhe, she was glowing with a soft and warm light. For a moment, Fu Yunqing thought of her mother.
The tip of her nose was slightly sour, and she suppressed the discomfort in her heart. She lowered her head and said, "This is a chore at home. If I am not in a desperate situation, I will not dare to trouble the queen and add trouble to the queen."
The affection between people is limited.
When she killed He Wanwan, broke off the engagement and disfigured Qi Yu, she had already asked the queen for help once. Although Li Shuhe and his late mother Wen Yanxi were sworn friends, they were gone, and no matter how deep the friendship was, it would be exhausted.
Unless she had to, she didn't want to waste the friendship between her deceased mother and her old friend.
Only by relying on yourself can you go further, and relying on others will not last long.
Li Shuhe stroked the snow particles off her shoulders, got on the sedan chair, and said softly: "On New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow, if you have time, come to Fengluan Palace and have a New Year's dinner with me."
Many officials and family members were eager to get close to Li Shuhe. How could the queen lack someone to accompany her?
It was just that Fu Yunqing's parents were dead, and she was afraid that she would be alone on New Year's Eve.
"Your Majesty, I have written it down." Fu Yunqing felt warm in his heart and respectfully sent Li Shuhe off.
Light snowflakes were flying in the air, and Fu Yunqing's bun was dyed with dots of pure white.
The slender woman only wore a plain white dress, which seemed to blend in with the cold snowy scene. She had magnolia flowers in her hair, adding a touch of elegance. When Fu Yunqing was about to turn around, he wore a warm light blue cloak. draped over her shoulders.
Qi Chengyi pulled up the hood of his cloak and put it over her head to block the wind and snow.
"Why are Your Highness here?" Fu Yunqing was a little curious, "Jinluan Palace is in the opposite direction to Jin'an Palace, let alone passing by."
Qi Chengyi looked at the two gradually drying blood stains on the side of her face, was silent for a moment, and said, "Because, I feel pain."
"Ah... I forgot that you and I share the same pain." Fu Yunqing lightly touched the injury on his face with his fingertips, and said slightly apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't protect myself well, and it hurt you too. pain."
Qi Chengyi's handsome eyes, as dark as paint, stared at her quietly for a long time: "Help the girl."
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"Wouldn't it hurt to help the lady? The left arm was bitten by the fangs, and the side of the face was injured by the crutches." Last night, his left arm was so painful that he was sweating on his forehead because of the shared pain. Today he felt the crutches of the old lady. It hurts to hit my face.
The pain was such an understatement in her eyes.
Her waist is extremely thin, but she has an invincible character.
The arrogance on Fu Yunqing's face disappeared in an instant, as if the arrogance had never existed before, and he said, "I will definitely heal the injury earlier so that you won't feel any pain."
Like a thorn on an orange branch, it pierces into the heart, making it sour and painful.
This feeling was so inexplicable that Qi Chengyi ignored the extremely subtle strange emotion and said, "It doesn't matter whether it hurts or not. You are also made of flesh and blood, so don't let yourself get hurt all the time."
Qi Chengyi took out the medicine bottle from his sleeve, applied ointment on his fingertips, and applied it to her wound very gently.
Movements are as light as cotton, moving slowly in circles.
After applying the medicine, Qi Chengyi took Fu Yunqing's hand, put the medicine bottle in her hand, and left without saying anything.
Fu Yunqing threw away the jade bottle in his hand and shouted at the man's back: "Thank you."
Qi Chengyi, who was walking away, paused and uttered one word very softly: "Silly."
Fu Yunqing didn't hear what he said, so he turned around and got on the carriage, taking Fu Ge and the others away from the palace.
The wheels of the cart slowly rolled past the East Street vegetable market.
The streets were noisy, crowded, angry, and noisy.
The bare hand wearing a butterfly love flower bracelet opened a corner of the curtain and helped Yunqing look not far away, where a prison van was transporting the condemned prisoners to the guillotine.
I killed the rapist today.
The criminal was unkempt and his lower body was dripping with drying blood. He had obviously just been castrated.
Men, women, and children, armed with rocks, rotten vegetable leaves, and brooms, chased the prisoners, smashed them, and cursed them!
"A man standing between heaven and earth who does such an animal thing should really be cut into pieces by a thousand swords!"
"Damn bastard!!"
"Beat him to death! Beat him to death!"
"Pooh!"
The prisoner had a rotten egg smashed into his head and his face was spat on. Through the gaps in his messy hair, Fu Yunqing could see his face as decadent as a dead dog.
It's exactly that - supporting the industry.
"Grandson..."
In the crowd, Mrs. Fu, who was covered tightly in black clothes and black hat, tremblingly chased after her with a cane, reached out to grab the prison car, and cried hysterically.
