The imperial doctor did not dare to recommend the treatment of tooth extraction as a radical cure. The princess's teeth were so precious. Once this method was suggested, the emperor would definitely chop them up on the spot.
In the end, the imperial doctor gave Nan Qing acupuncture, sealed the pain-sensing nerves, and then used medicine to slowly recover.
She couldn't eat sweet milk during this period. Nan Qing wanted to eat it, but thinking about the pain of toothache, she tried her best to hold it back.
Grandma brought the medical girl in to change the medicine on Nan Qing's arm.
Her arm was scratched by an arrow, which was not a deep wound, but her skin was so delicate that she was afraid it would leave a scar, so she took good care of it with prepared medicine these days.
Nan Qing was lying on the soft couch to rest, her arms were placed on the soft cushions, her sleeves were lifted up, and when the gauze was removed, a red scar could be seen. The doctor girl knelt on the soft couch to apply medicine to her.
Every time Mammy sees this wound, she feels distressed. She has been taking care of His Highness since he was a child. How could he have ever suffered such an injury?
Fortunately, she was with Governor Liao, but she was injured. Mammy did not dare to think about what would happen if His Highness had been sitting in the carriage.
The palace maid came in from outside: "Your Highness, the people from Mozhu Pavilion have sent something."
When Nan Qing heard this, he immediately opened his eyes and asked, "What is it?"
The palace maid signaled, and a young eunuch came in holding a brocade box.
"Open it." Nan Qing ordered.
The palace maid opened the box, and what she saw was a beautiful golden kite. It was a golden cat with a pair of wings. It looked a bit different, but the kite was made of the best materials.
The eldest palace maid Qing Shang smiled and said: "Your Highness, this is the kite given to you by Governor Liao. It is almost the same as the original one."
The doctor girl bandaged Nan Qing's arm. Nan Qing got up and went to see the kite. He touched it with his hand and found that it felt quite comfortable.
But this kite must have been made overnight, and it's so similar to her original one... It's obvious that she had to see her original kite before she could describe it and make it look so similar.
Sure enough, her original one fell into the Mozhu Pavilion and was probably destroyed by Liao Yan.
But it's okay to pay for a new one.
"Your Highness likes the new kite very much," said Grandma Wang.
Nan Qing had a sullen face: "What's there to like? It's not as good-looking as the original one from me. It's a gift from the eunuch, huh."
Grandma Wang's face changed slightly and she quickly looked at the young eunuch beside her. She was from Mozhu Pavilion.
Qingshang sent the person out, and when she got to the door, she took out a heavy purse and stuffed it into the little eunuch: "Father-in-law, it's been a hard trip, take the money back and have some good tea."
The little eunuch was flattered: "Aunt Qingshang is so polite. This is what a slave should do."
"Take it. If the governor asks about it, just tell him that our highness likes the new kite very much. The governor is interested." Qing Shang pressed the purse into his hand.
The little eunuch took the purse and left.
Qingshang breathed a sigh of relief and wiped her hands with a handkerchief.
In the hall, Grandma Wang was talking to Nan Qing earnestly.
"No matter how much Your Highness doesn't like eunuchs, that one is Governor Liao after all, and he is a minister beside the Emperor. You have to give me some thin noodles."
"Mommy, I just said that you have been lecturing me..." Nan Qing felt aggrieved first.
Grandma Wang was helpless and distressed: "How could I discipline Your Highness? Hey, I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore."
Nan Qing: "I just don't say anything from now on."
"Your Highness, be obedient." Mammy knew her character, so she had always been a little worried.
The kite was coming, and there should be nothing to do with Liao Yan in the future. Grandma Wang felt relieved thinking about this.
The news of Nangong Qing'er's assassination spread throughout the palace, and many people came to visit her these days.
People I didn't know well gave some gifts, and people I knew well came to visit.
The only thing Nan Qing didn't expect was that Nangong Yu would also come to visit.
Dressed in apricot-yellow brocade clothes and wearing a jade crown, Nangong Yu deserves to be the leading man in the world, both in appearance and demeanor, he is extraordinary.
To be honest, the emperor is not outstanding, but all of his children are good-looking, probably because the concubines in the harem are beautiful.
Grandma Wang brought Nangong Yu in and immediately served tea and cakes to entertain her.
Nan Qing also came out to greet him: "Brother Prince is so busy, how can he have time to visit Qing'er?"
"I heard you were injured, I came over to take a look."
Nangong Yu didn't call himself his own brother, he came to care for his sister as if he were an ordinary brother.
Nan Qing still maintained an upright posture, not rude, but not too intimate: "Brother Prince, please sit down."
The two sat down and Qingshang stepped forward to pour tea.
Nangong Yu looked at her hand: "How is Sixth Sister's hand? I heard it was stabbed by an arrow, is it still hurting now?"
"It's just a scratch. The medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor has long gone away. Thank you for your concern, Brother Prince."
Nangong Yu saw that she didn't want to get close to him. She had been like this since she was a child. She would deliberately avoid him when she was a child. Now that she has grown up, she doesn't hide from him anymore, but she always talks so distantly.
Although they are not born from the same mother, they are brother and sister.
In addition to caring about her injury, Nangong Yu came here for some other reasons.
Seeing that she didn't want to talk anymore, Nangong Yu could only ask: "Sixth sister, what was it like that day? Did the assassin say anything?"
"Brother Prince, I was greatly frightened that day. My ears were in a mess. How could I have noticed what the assassin shouted?"
Nangong Yu's eyes were deep and he said directly: "Don't get close to Liao Yan in the future."
This is the point of his coming.
The person who assassinated this time was not Nangong Qing'er, but Liao Yan. Nangong Qing'er was implicated.
When Nangong Yu heard about the assassination that day, he only regretted not asking Nangong Qing'er to return to the palace with him at the Dongcheng military camp.
He also didn't expect that Nangong Qing'er would go back with Liao Yan.
But that day, Liao Yan gave Nangong Qing'er the reins of the horse, and Nangong Yu could see clearly.
Nangong Yu: "Sixth sister, Liao Yan is not a simple person. He is surrounded by dangers. You should not get close to him. It is best to have nothing to do with him."
As long as she doesn't mix with Liao Yan, she will live a very good life and will be the most favored and blessed person in the palace.
Nangong Yu meant well, but she was used to being pampered and couldn't bear to have others teach her how to do things, let alone a prince she didn't know or like.
Nan Qing's expression was calm, he lowered his head slightly and said, "Isn't Brother Prince being too lenient?"
"Sixth sister, I am doing this for your own good."
"Thank you, Brother Prince."
"..."
Nangong Yu didn't stay long and left. When he left, he also asked: "You'd better use less of the milk cake on the table."
Nan Qing: "..."
Er Er: "He is a nice person, please be obedient."
"Well, you can't be obedient all of a sudden." Nan Qing's eyes changed, and he obviously had a new plan.
Nan Qing called Qing Shang: "Is there any milk cake in the kitchen?"
Qingshang hesitated: "Yes..." But the imperial doctor said that His Highness cannot eat more.
Nan Qing: "It would be nice if you can. Send a piece of milk cake to the East Palace and Mozhu Pavilion respectively."
"Yes." Qing Shang was a little surprised and didn't understand why Her Highness the Princess did this, but she still did it.
