Yuan Qingling looked at him in surprise, "What does it mean?"

Yu Wenhao asked without answering, "Why do you think it was King Ji's move?"

Yuan Qingling thought for a while and said, "Let's intuition."

Of course, she is not the kind of person who relies on intuition. She just based on her preliminary understanding of the current situation in her mind, she infers that it is King Ji.

Yu Wenhao saw through it at a glance, "I don't believe this statement, just say it."

Yuan Qingling said lightly: "It's indeed intuition."

She was upset with her words just now. She didn't want to cause trouble. If these analysis was said, it would be of no benefit to her. Instead, it would make him think that he had understood these things while waiting for the house.

A person who reads history books has a keen sense of the current situation. King Ji is the eldest son and has military achievements. The emperor appreciates it. He also wins over a group of court officials and is bound to win the position of the crown prince.

Even if the other princes have ambitions, based on King Ji's current power, it is impossible for him to get rid of Yuwen Hao.

Keeping Yu Wenhao is equivalent to setting a barrier for King Ji to take the position of prince. It is not that other princes must be pleased with Yu Wenhao, but now the battle for the throne will not be so fierce.

Yu Wenhao didn't ask anymore, but he was a little shocked in his heart. Yuan Qingling, the stupid woman, actually knew that it was King Ji.

It seems that Jinghou Mansion has been talking about the current situation a lot.

In his heart, he felt even more disgusted with Jinghou Mansion.

Yuan Qingling lay on the mat and slowly closed her eyes.

I'm really tired lately and want to sleep when I get stuck in bed.

However, many things kept tangling in her mind, which made her tired and unable to lift her eyelids but could not fall asleep.

"Ugly!" His voice came from the bed.

Yuan Qingling turned his head outside, not wanting to pay attention to such an irresponsible person.

A pillow was thrown down and hit Yuan Qingling's head.

Yuan Qingling held up his hands and glared at him with his eyes that were not energetic at all, "What's wrong?"

"I want to get rid of it!"

Yuan Qingling got up, walked to the corner behind the screen and took the chamber pot.

"Call Tang Yang in." His eyes were slightly dark, and he was sometimes smart, but he always made stupid at critical moments. He told her to ask her to ask Tang Yang to serve him. Who told her to get the chamber pot?

Yuan Qingling put down the chamber pot, turned around and called Tang Yang.

Tang Yang came out with a chamber pot for a while and said to Yuan Qingling: "The princess can go in."

Yuan Qingling nodded and was about to go in, but Tang Yang suddenly said, "Princess, wait a moment."

Yuan Qingling looked back at him, "What's the matter?"

Tang Yang walked into the yard and waved to Yuan Qingling, his expression very mysterious.

Yuan Qingling walked on suspiciously, "If you have something to do, just say it."

Tang Yang lowered his voice and said, "The prince still has a wound, no one is allowed to deal with it. Just now... I just looked at it and it seemed to be a little red and pus."

"There are still wounds? Why not let them be treated?" Yuan Qingling said in shock.

Where is the wound? She has clearly finished treating it, and has seen it all before and after.

Apart from……

Her eyes slowly deepened, and she looked at Tang Yang, "What you are talking about is not reproductive...that man's thing?"

That's what I said here?

Tang Yang is 35 years old this year. He was also a veteran in the early years. He also followed Yu Wenhao to go back and forth from the battlefield. He has seen strong winds and waves.

However, now this strong man's face suddenly turned red and he sighed in his heart, could the princess speak more tactfully?

What kind of man is that? Is the ancestral hall of the prince’s descendants good? The descendants are also nicer.

"Is that right?" Yuan Qingling saw that he was just staring blankly and staring without saying a word, and couldn't help but ask again.

"Tang Yang, what the hell are you talking about?" A roar came from inside. The roar almost overturned the tiles, which was definitely not within his physical strength.

Tang Yang ran away with a chamber pot.

Yuan Qingling took back his eyes blankly and walked back slowly.

Yu Wenhao's face was blue and red, like a palette, but his nose was covered in blue and white.

There was anger burning in his eyes, staring at Yuan Qingling tightly, still the kind of anger he wanted to strip her alive.

"That..." Yuan Qingling didn't know why he was so angry, "Tang Yang said you still have injuries."

"He talks nonsense!" Yu Wenhao said with gritted teeth.

The more Yuan Qingling looked at him, the less he felt that he didn't think he was talking nonsense, but he refused to admit it.

Yuan Qingling knew that some people would avoid medical treatment, so he said earnestly: "To the doctor, you cannot hide your injuries, otherwise, if the infection is not treated properly, high fever will be fatal."

"What's your business?" Yu Wenhao said viciously.

Yuan Qingling frowned, "So, your lower body is really injured? How could this hurt the lower body? Are you lying down and being chopped off?"

"I want to kill you!" Yu Wenhao roared again, wishing he could hold up and hammer Yuan Qingling.

A face was red to the back of his ears.

"If you want to kill, wait until you get better, and now let me see how serious the injury is."

"See you."

"You can just look at my head. Tang Yang said that it will cause inflammation and pus. Once it is infected, you will die."

"roll!"

"Get out after watching it."

Yuwenhao gritted his teeth and said, "I will not let you see even if I die."

Yuan Qingling sighed softly, his eyelashes drooped, "It seems that I have to enter the palace and ask the Supreme Emperor to give me a decree."

Watch the chickens with orders.

Yuwenhao looked straight, "Do you still know how to write the word "shame"?"

Yuan Qingling didn't say anything and looked at him.

"Don't be glaring, I have said that I will not show you even if I die."

Disinfection water, cotton balls, tweezers, and scrapers are all ready.

Yuan Qingling looked at him, "I opened it, don't be embarrassed, I just need to regard me as an imperial doctor."

"Imperial Doctor? You think beautifully!" Yu Wenhao's teeth were cold and he actually threatened to give him some anesthesia and waited until he fainted before looking.

He didn't want to faint, who knew what she would do to him?

He bit his teeth and had to agree to her to take a look.

He turned his head to the inside of the bed, and she was so humiliated that she lifted the last fig leaf.

"Spread your legs a little bit, you can't see it clearly."

He swallowed, swallowed his anger, and opened his legs as he spoke.

The air is very cold, the cold air penetrates into the skin, and the hairs all over the body stand up.

"You..." He felt a touch of her hand, and was furious, "Don't touch your hand."

"If I don't take it away, how do I look at the wound? Oh my god, this wound is boned. If you go one inch more, your descendants will not be able to keep it. Moreover, if you don't treat the wound, even if you recover, it will affect your male function."

What the hell? "You just say take a look."

"If the wound is not serious, I can ignore it, but, as Tang Yang said, your wound is inflamed and must be treated." Yuan Qingling said seriously.

"you……"

"Shut up, I will thank me when you wait for your daughter in the future."

Yuwenhao had murderous intent in his eyes, and he had already sweared in his heart that when he recovered, Yuan Qingling would die miserably.
Chapter completed!