In the haze, Yingluo frowned, and the pain spread to her limbs and bones. Her body was as hot as a furnace, and her wrapped chest was so hot that it couldn't pass through. She stretched out her hands randomly to tear the bandages on her body.
"It's so hot and it hurts!"
Si Wushang looked at the sleepy Murong Yingluo on the couch, and still remembered the stubborn look in his eyes. He was afraid that she would only cry out in pain in her dreams.
Seeing her elegant brows furrowed together tightly, her bare hands covering her chest and tearing at random, her whole body was heating up again. In such a sultry weather, she was probably sweating every time she moved. She was afraid that the wound would fester if she covered it like this.
"Take everything off her body."
Zhen'er stayed at the bedside, looking timidly at Si Wushang. This prince seemed gentle, but in fact he was ruthless. He was the cause of the pain all over the young lady's body.
He raised his eyes and said carefully: "If the prince removes the bandage on the princess, the ointment on the wound will no longer be able to adhere, and scars will be left on the princess."
Seeing Zhen'er disobeying him again, "You, a slave, still want me to teach you how to do it? How can you remember the lesson without getting a few scars on your body?"
Zhen'er wanted to argue whether this prince still had any humanity, but was so frightened by the sudden coldness in Si Wushang's eyes that she swallowed her words.
"Yes! Your Majesty!" Zhen'er stretched out her hand to untie Murong Yingluo's bandage.
Si Wushang walked to the door with steady steps. When he saw Bupo and Amai guarding the door, Si Wushang threw up his sleeves to block the scorching sun and said to Bupo: "It's hot, go to the kitchen to get some ice and bring it to the study."
But Bupo's body froze. All the ice in the palace was in the ice cellar, and it had never been moved to the kitchen. It seemed that the prince had something else to say, and he should have told it to the guard of the princess next to him.
"Yes! Your Majesty!"
"Go quickly!"
Bupo hurriedly walked away and ordered someone to quickly go to the ice cellar to get some ice cubes and deliver them to the kitchen.
Amai had been standing guard at the door, pacing back and forth. He saw the blood-stained clothes on Murong Yingluo's body, and his heart was filled with worry.
In the room, Zhen'er took off the blood-stained bandage and looked at the shocking scars on her shoulders and back. She really doubted whether the young lady was the master's biological child and why he had dealt such a heavy hand.
Carefully turning Yingluo's body over, she wiped the sweat from her forehead. She was only wearing a fiery red garment with her back exposed. She reached out and pulled off a thin gauze dress from the screen and put it on Yingluo's body.
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Holding a blood-stained bandage in her hand, she wanted to throw it away and opened the door. She saw Amai guarding the door with worried eyes, "Zhen'er, Miss, how is she?"
Zhen'er has always liked Amai, but she didn't expect that he was so high-minded that he actually set his sights on the young lady. Seeing Amai's worried eyes at this moment, he could only see the young lady in his eyes.
to your own shadow.
Zhen'er was so jealous that she ignored him. After all, there were differences between men and women, and Amai couldn't rush in directly. "Zhen'er, Miss, how is he?"
"Miss, she is in very bad condition. She is still feverish after taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor."
Amai's face turned pale. Being hot on such a hot day was not a good sign. He just remembered that there was ice in the kitchen to cool down.
"Zhen'er, I have an idea."
Looking at Amai walking away, who do you think you are? No matter how good the lady is, she is already Princess Zheng. How can you reach such a high level? You are just the son of a housekeeper.
Zhen'er returned to the room, took some cold water and wet it with a brocade handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from Yingluo's forehead. The young lady was too stubborn and that's why she offended the prince, so she didn't need to be beaten and asked for trouble.
"Bang bang!" Amai's voice came from the door, "Zhen'er, I'm going to the kitchen to get some ice to cool down the lady."
Zhen'er came to the door and saw Amai holding a bucket of crushed ice in his hand. She reached out and took the bucket from his hand, slammed the door shut, and locked Amai directly outside.
In the distance, Bupo looked at the door of the room with doubtful eyes, and saw Zhen'er bringing the ice cubes into the room, "Your Majesty, this Murong Xuan is really cruel, and he can do this to his own daughter. Could it be that you are doing this to the princess?"
compassion?"
Si Wushang slightly lowered his eyelashes and said, "I can't bear to bear the child without finding a husband! Do you think this king is an easy person for you to fall into? But seeing as she still has some guts, let her go. Maybe there will be unexpected surprises."
Not sure.
Bupo Ningmei, the emperor sent him to monitor King Zheng's every move. After following King Zheng for many years, he became more and more unpredictable about King Zheng's thoughts, "What does the prince want to do next?"
"Do nothing!" were just a few simple words, which really made it difficult for people to understand his thoughts.
Zhen'er took crushed ice, wrapped it in a brocade handkerchief, and placed it in Yingluo's palm to cool her down.
After a long time, the night fell, and the night sky was dotted with a faint crescent moon, hazy as if covered with a layer of gauze.
The heat in Yingluo's body has dropped, and her consciousness has gradually become clearer. The burning pain in her back has not subsided. She frowns slightly, and she seems to be wearing only a piece of obscene clothing.
"Miss, you're awake!"
The wounds on Yingluo's shoulders and back were torn apart even if she moved even slightly, "Zhen'er, help me put on my clothes."
Knowing that the young lady was shy, Zhen'er later figured out that the prince's move would indeed help his wounds heal faster and make him feel more relaxed.
"Miss, this is the prince's wish. It would be more comfortable for the lady like this." Yingluo still remembered that the curve of the corners of Si Wushang's mouth was raised, which was clearly a sneer.
He has such good intentions, but he just wants to see himself in trouble. After a while, he learns that when he wakes up, he will definitely come to see his joke.
He struggled to hold himself up. His clothes slipped down, and he saw the wound on his back being torn and bleeding, "Miss, how long has it been and you are still showing off?"
Yingluo suddenly stopped her movements, trying to be brave? She just didn't want him to see her bruised appearance.
Zhen'er took out the soup cup from the food box and said, "Miss, the pigeon soup was just sent from the kitchen. Miss, please drink some!"
Looking at the soup handed over by Zhen'er, she didn't want to be beaten down by ten lashes. She wanted to get better as soon as possible and drank the pigeon soup with pain, "Zhen'er, it's getting late, you should go back to the room!"
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"Miss, you are injured, Zhen'er should stay with you."
Although she woke up, the wounds on her body were in unbearable pain and she didn't want Zhen'er to see them.
"If you were in my room, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to sleep all night. If you fell ill, the prince might send someone to our yard. By then, I'm afraid the chickens and dogs would be restless, and we wouldn't have a good life."
Their life in the palace was already difficult, "Okay! Zhen'er will help you apply the medicine and leave."
Zhen'er left, and a moon-white figure jumped directly onto the roof, sat on the ridge, lifted the green tiles on the roof, and through the hole, saw Yingluo lying on the bed with a painful expression, her hands tightly knitted
Wearing a quilt, she clenched her teeth tightly to prevent herself from moaning.
Si Wushang frowned tightly, "Murong Yingluo, what kind of person are you? You have to endure the pain, so why don't you hum."
Si Wushang's ears twitched slightly. His hearing was different from ordinary people. Even if the man concealed his aura, he could still sense someone coming towards the house.