Only then did Ziqing realize that he had failed to control his gaze.
Ziqing lowered his eyes: "There are many things about Master that surprise me."
"What do you mean?"
Nan Qing wasn't feeling very well, but it was no problem to catch a train.
She specially asked him to sit and rest while she drove the car. This is a world where women are respected, and women must behave like women.
"My master actually knows how to drive an ox cart, can bear to wear someone else's old clothes, and even eats the wild vegetable pancake."
She smiled: "What's so surprising about this? What a person does depends on his situation. If you're in a bad situation, you have to learn to make do with it. Only by being able to bend and stretch can you do great things."
This is the truth, but there are very few noble people who can really do this.
At least Ziqing could never imagine that Nan Linhuang would do such things.
"Ziqing, don't be surprised. If you dig carefully, you will find that there are more things about me that you don't know."
Nan Qing waved his whip, and the old cow in front walked faster.
Ziqing was sitting on a soft straw mat, his eyes always looking at her back involuntarily.
Is she Nan Linhuang?
For a moment he had this idea.
Nan Linhuang like this made him feel so strange, and Nan Linhuang like this was also particularly eye-catching. He couldn't help but look at her.
When they arrived at the city gate, the two people jumped off the ox cart. The soldiers at the city gate were Nan Linhuang's subordinates. The soldiers guarding the city immediately recognized Nan Linhuang.
The soldiers were shocked and were about to salute when Nan Qing said: "Enter the city."
The soldier wisely let him go without making any noise.
Once you enter the city, it will be much easier to return home.
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In the main courtyard of the eldest princess's residence, Ziqing helped Nan Qing enter the house.
Nanqing's steps were frivolous, and Ziqing felt a little anxious.
I knew she wouldn't die, but I still had doubts after seeing her like this.
Ziqing waited for Nan Qing to do a simple scrubbing, change clothes and lie down, when the doctor from the house came.
Ziqing helped her lie on her side with her back to the edge of the bed. He reached out and untied her clothes, revealing the wound on her lower back.
The wound is red, abnormally bright red, and turns red to black, which is obviously a symptom of poisoning.
The female doctor's face was startled. She smelled the blood on the wound carefully and identified the toxin inside.
"Your Highness, this poison... it takes half a month to make the antidote, and Your Highness's injury can't afford to wait."
Nan Qing turned his back and spoke: "Just prescribe some powerful detoxifying medicine."
No need to make an antidote.
The female doctor was frightened when she heard this. How could this be done?
Ziqing said: "Didn't you hear what His Highness said? Go and make a prescription to make some medicine."
Ziqing was the person who served Nan Linhuang closely, and his words still had weight.
The female doctor went out to do it.
"Master, do you want other doctors to come and take a look?"
The doctor just now was just a doctor in the house who treated patients on the surface. Nan Linhuang secretly also hired doctors with superb medical skills. The doctors they hired secretly usually treated injured subordinates.
"No need." Nan Qing was sleepy.
Even if you don't take medicine, the poison will be cleared after a few days of sleep.
Ziqing felt that she had no energy. She had struggled to drive the car all morning, but now she might not be able to hold on anymore.
Ziqing bent down and pulled her clothes up, gently not touching her wounds, and pulled them up to cover her slender waist.
Ziqing reached out to help her turn over and lie down flat.
"Let me sleep on my stomach. Lying down will put pressure on the wound, and the clothes around my waist will lift up. It will be too stuffy. I'm afraid it will be sticky when I wake up."
Ziqing was stunned for a moment. He saw that the wound was red and he thought it was caused by poisoning, but when he thought about it carefully, it might also be due to boredom.
When he was at the farmer's house, he covered her with two quilts thick enough, and he even let her lie down and put pressure on her wounds to sleep.
Ziqing felt guilty.
He didn't mean this, he didn't expect...
After a while, she lay down on her stomach to sleep, with her top rolled up over the wound, half of her white waist exposed.