The white mist rising from the water temperature made the entire bathroom hazy.
Yan Ruocheng had not served this man to bathe for seven years, and she was a little nervous. Her face gradually turned red as she helped him take off his dirty clothes.
He was smelly and dirty, but it couldn't cover up his perfect figure. Looking at the large and small scars on his body, she couldn't help but reach out and touch it gently. The uneven scars made her fingertips tremble a little.
"What?" Huang Chenling squinted at her and asked lightly.
"You didn't have any scars on your body before, but now you have so many." Yan Ruozhen frowned her eyebrows as graceful as a crescent moon and said with pity.
"It's my fault that you disappeared for so long, no one cared about my scars, and because of Xiulin's manipulation of medical skills, I left so many scars." Huang Chenling said as calmly as water.
"Aren't you greedy for beauty? You have so many scars and you don't care about it." Yan Ruocheng was dissatisfied with his indifference and said a little sullenly.
"Hey, am I so greedy for beauty in your eyes? What does it mean for a man to have scars? Are you the one who is lusting after my body? Are you upset after seeing so many scars?" Huang Chenling teased playfully.
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"Hurry up and take a shower, it stinks so bad." She turned her face away, supported him and slowly stepped into the big tub.
There was a mix of fragrance and some flea-repellent powder in the bathtub. Yan Ruocheng helped him put down his hair bundles, slowly took the comb, and washed his dry and frizzy hair, focusing on getting rid of the fleas on his head.
As soon as she combed it, there were dozens of them. She looked at the large and small fleas on the cracks of the comb, and her face turned blue.
This royal man simply cannot do without his servants by his side.
Huang Chenling enjoyed soaking in the warm water and let her serve her.
I washed him for about half an hour before he was clean. After changing into white underwear, I helped him go to the guest room to rest. I cooked a few side dishes before filling his stomach.
"Hurry up and eat. Is the side dish I stir-fried not to your taste?" Yan Ruocheng saw him picking up his chopsticks, taking a few bites, and then slowly stopped using them, so he asked.
"No, it's been a long time since I've had a meal with you staring at me like this." He said with some sigh.
Yan Ruocheng poured a cup of warm tea, handed it to him and said, "I'm not the one next to you. The princess is also dining with you. Is it necessary to sigh?"
"You sound like you don't miss me at all. Do you really miss me at all?" Huang Chenling asked.
"No, in the past seven years, if I had missed you, I would have gone to see you, but I have never come to see you. Don't be sentimental." Yan Ruocheng said duplicity.
"You are as stubborn as before. If you don't think about me, why are you chasing me just now?" Huang Chenling didn't believe her words.
"I thought he was a down-and-out beggar, and I just wanted to give you some money. Looking at your rags, how could I have known it was you?" Yan Ruocheng said in a nonsensical way as she squeezed out a reason to be angry with him.
Huang Chenling was indeed angry with her, and said angrily: "If you don't eat, you will make me full."
After saying that, he put down his chopsticks and walked to the bed with a straight face and sat down.
"Then you go to bed early." Yan Ruozhen put away the dishes as if nothing had happened and prepared to go out. She had no intention of staying with him.
"Hey! Are you sleeping with me?" Huang Chenling couldn't help but ask.
"You are a married man, how can I, a woman, sleep with you?" She shook her head and said with a chuckle.
"We have reconciled." He said emphatically.
"So what about peace and separation? I just don't want to sleep with you?" She quickly put away the dishes, said provocatively, and went out immediately.
Huang Chenling sighed inside and said to herself: "You will think about it tomorrow."
That night, Yan Ruocheng stayed at Huang Fengmo's bedside, taking care of his health.
In the early morning, Huang Chenling quietly opened the door and came in. She was tired and fell asleep on the bedside. He knelt down and kissed her gently on the forehead. After that, he went out quietly.
Yan Ruocheng woke up under the dazzling sunlight, yawned loudly, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and then reached out to touch Huang Fengmo's forehead. The fever finally subsided.
She breathed a sigh of relief when Huang Chenling came in with freshly cooked hot white porridge.
"Eat plain porridge, I cooked it." He said with a smile.
Yan Ruocheng froze for a moment before asking: "Did you cook it?"
"Can't I cook well? Is there a problem?" Huang Chenling asked with narrowed eyes.
She came over to take a look at the white porridge he cooked. On the surface, there was nothing wrong with it, just like ordinary white porridge.
"I didn't expect you to cook porridge?"
"How hard is this?"
Huang Chenling spooned a bowl and placed it in front of her, gesturing for her to taste it.
Yan Ruocheng tasted it out of curiosity, eating with an expressionless face. The white porridge he cooked really didn't contain any salt, and had an authentic rice taste.
"Very good. Second Prince, you can cook porridge. It's really great." She said with praise.
"Are you praising me or disparaging me?" He sat on the stool next to her, tilted his face and said with a wicked smile.
"Thank you, try it too. It's a tasteless white porridge." She took the spoon she had eaten and gave it to him.
Huang Chenling said jokingly: "It's not bland, but it has a little sweetness."
"Wherever there is sweetness, just add some salt and eat it with sauerkraut." She couldn't understand the meaning behind his words.
Huang Fengmo woke up slightly, turned his head and saw Yan Ruocheng and Huang Chenling eating white porridge one by one. He thought he was dreaming.
He closed his eyes and slept for a while. Then he opened his eyes and moved his tingling body slightly, only to realize that it was not a dream.
"Cough! Cough cough cough..."
The person on the bed coughed, interrupting their playfulness.
"Brother Emperor, are you awake?"
"Your Highness."
They both went over at the same time to take a look at Huang Fengmo.
"Ruo Li, Chen Ling, how long have I been unconscious?" Huang Fengmo only remembered that after being hit by an arrow, he fainted from severe pain and high fever.
"It's been several days. Fortunately, I met Ruozhen who was also doing a free clinic in this village, so I was able to bring you back from the hell gate." Huang Chenling said.
"Ruocheng..." Huang Fengmo looked at Yan Ruocheng silently with a smile.
"Your Highness, your injury is quite serious. It will take a few more days before you can get out of bed." She said with a smile, and gently touched his forehead.
Seeing her being so gentle to Huang Fengmo, Huang Chenling's eyes narrowed a lot, revealing a trace of displeasure.
"Would you like some white porridge? The second prince cooked it just now. Although it has no taste, it is still edible." She said without giving up.
Huang Chenling's eyebrows twitched when she heard this, and she said a little unhappily: "White porridge is white porridge. You can eat it after it's cooked."
Huang Fengmo chuckled and nodded. Yan Ruocheng carefully helped him sit up. He was unsteady and immediately leaned against her. Yan Ruocheng did not forget to pull up the quilt and cover him considerately.
She hugged him tightly, and even helped him tidy up the messy hair on his forehead with his hands. It looked like the behavior of an old couple.
The more Huang Chenling watched, the more irritable she became. Why was her attitude towards Huang Fengmo different from her treatment of him? It was a world of difference. If Huang Fengmo hadn't been injured now, he would have pulled her over and asked her immediately.
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Yan Ruocheng glanced at Huang Chenling with his peripheral vision, clenched his fists tightly, and stared at her with a resentful and depressed look. He was very happy in his heart, and said deliberately: "Second Prince, could you please give me a spoon?"
A bowl of white porridge came over, and I supported His Highness, unable to move over."
"Okay." Huang Chenling squeezed out one word from between her teeth.
Instead of handing the spoonful of white porridge to her, he fed it to Huang Fengmo himself.
He personally blew the cold porridge and noodles, gave the spoon to Huang Fengmo, and said, "Brother, I'll feed you."
"Okay..." Huang Fengmo accepted it calmly and let him feed it slowly.
After reluctantly eating a bowl, Huang Fengmo felt a little lethargic, and Yan Ruocheng helped him lie down to rest and recover.
After Huang Fengmo fell asleep, they slowly left.
Yan Ruozhen went to find a servant to pass the message and asked him to ride back first and tell Xian Jianlu that she would stay in the next village for a while and there was no need to worry.
Afterwards, I took the medicine box with me and continued to go out for free clinics.
Huang Chenling put on the clothes of a servant and followed her.
"Why did you come out with me? Why don't you stay with His Highness and take care of him?" Yan Ruozhen said in a confused voice.
"Brother Huang is asleep now, and I am just dozing off just sitting there. Why don't I come out with you and become your servant." Huang Chenling said jokingly.
"How dare I let you, the second prince, be my successor?" she said with a smile.
"Today is different from the past. It's okay for me to be your servant for a while. Let me get the medicine box." He said, grabbing the medicine box from her shoulder and holding it in the palm of one hand.
"Whatever you want." She smiled.
The free clinic stall was already full of people, who couldn't wait for her to come.
As soon as the villagers saw her, they happily said: "Yan Bodhisattva is here, we have been waiting for you for a long time."
"Hahaha, Yan Bodhisattva was even given this name." Huang Chenling smiled from behind.
"Don't call me Yan Bodhisattva, just call me Doctor Yan." Yan Ruocheng went over and sat down.
"Doctor Yan, you are really kind-hearted. If anyone marries you, they will be blessed for the rest of their lives." An old woman sat down to take her pulse and said with a smile.
Huang Chenling stood behind and snickered again as she listened.
One of the tough guys who supported Yan Ruocheng saw him snickering, came out of the team, pointed at him and said fiercely: "What are you laughing at? Are you making fun of Dr. Yan's appearance?"
Huang Chenling said boredly: "I didn't."
"No, you're secretly making fun of me again." The tough guy didn't believe what he said, so he walked over and grabbed his clothes.
Yan Ruocheng stood up, protected Huang Chenling, pushed away the tough guy's hand, and said: "It was a misunderstanding. This servant of mine suffers from facial twitching syndrome. He will snicker from time to time. He can't control it himself. This
A big brother, he is not making fun of me, he treats me very well."
"Since Dr. Yan said so, I'm sorry, little brother, I made a mistake." The tough guy apologized and walked back to line up.
Huang Chenling leaned close to her ear triumphantly and said: "Well, it seems that my facial squeaking syndrome is the best when I'm around you. Yan Bodhisattva, shouldn't you prescribe some medicine for me to take?"
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Yan Ruozhen smiled sweetly at him, stepped on his foot a little harder, and said, "I just finished prescribing the medicine, take it slowly."