Zhang Ning's right leg was splinted and had a slight fracture; there was a serious burn on the cheekbone on the right side of his face, and the gauze to wrap the wound could only be tied to his head with a thread, making him look like a wounded patient. Other than that,
It doesn't matter if there are a few external skin injuries. Even if there are any hidden injuries, the doctor may not be able to detect them. He really feels that it is a bit unreliable to diagnose human internal medicine only by taking the pulse.
The doctor said he wanted to rest, but that was unrealistic. Zhang Ning entertained many people at the Prince of Chu's palace, and Zhu Heng and other officials from the Senate came to visit him. "". They had to see him; ruguo didn't let them see it with their own eyes.
It may cause some unnecessary speculation. Yao Ji, Zhou Niang and others also came one after another.
He had roughly figured out the ins and outs of the fire, and was sure that someone had set the fire | but there was no evidence to infer that it was someone who ordered it. Zhang Ning first intuitively suspected that Jianwen's people were out of revenge; but if it was a premeditated plan, the set|
Fire seems too wild, and it is hasty and child's play for a major political counterattack. Therefore, in the absence of evidence, it seems reasonable to regard it as an accidental event.
When Yao Ji came to visit, he didn't say a word of blame. Out of an unspeakable mentality, he was even willing to see her do this. However, not long after Jianwen arrived in Wuchang, Yao Ji suddenly went to the main hall to raise an issue, which was too hasty.
It is not conducive to the stability of the situation... Perhaps the arson incident has reminded Yao Ji that everything is self-evident, and some words may be superfluous, so it is better to simply avoid talking about it.
In the afternoon, another person came into the room. The girl who came in changed into a light gray cross-collar robe. Zhang Ning thought for a moment and then remembered that it was Xin Wei, the swordsman in white who he had "encountered" in the teahouse the day before yesterday. If it hadn't been for
Because they had been separated so long, Zhang Ning didn't recognize her at all. The woman's makeup changed and she seemed to have a different appearance. The day before yesterday, Xin Wei was dressed as a couple in a red dress. Today, she was wearing a bun and a square scarf.
She was a little surprised that she was still alive, so Zhang Ning asked casually: "Why are you here?"
Xin Wei bowed down and bowed, and replied: "Mrs. Yao asked me to come. From now on, I will belong to the prince and be at your disposal. Mrs. Yao...she also said..." She was a little hesitant at this point.
"She said that she would not harm the prince's things easily."
Zhang Ning smiled, and after a little thought, he understood Yao Ji's thoughts. She sent Xin Wei here to apologize to herself in a subtle way? After all, she was responsible for the fire, which almost burned Zhang Xiaomei to death.
He asked again: "Mrs. Yao didn't kill you the day before yesterday. What did she say?"
Xin Wei said in confusion: "Madam has promised that as long as I...serve the prince, she will spare my life."
"That's it..." Zhang Ning pretended to be deep in thought and paused for a while before saying, "That's right. Although you are no longer a swordsman in white, you should not tell the secrets of the Ministry of Internal Affairs."
Xin Wei couldn't help but ask: "Did Mrs. Yao lie to me originally, and it was the prince who begged for love on my behalf? Come to think of it...even if Mrs. Yao still wants to kill me, there is nothing she can do."
When Zhang Ning heard this, he thought that it was no wonder that so many of Yao Ji's servants were not guilty of capital crimes. It happened that Miss Xin Wei hit the edge of the knife. Sometimes people want to die and it is no wonder that others are killed. Zhang Ning did deliberately seduce Xin Wei just now.
If he said something wrong, of course he himself would not say anything clearly that would make people grab onto the topic, so he would verbally say noncommittally: "Don't mention it anymore." With such words, if Xin Wei let it slip again in the future, she would not be able to express it.
What on earth did Zhang Ning say? He didn't leave anything behind.
He thought for a while and then said: "I heard that Zhang Xiaomei's valet Xiao He was beaten up and I'm afraid I won't be able to work for a few days. Would you like to take care of Xiao He for her first?"
Xin Wei hurriedly said: "From now on, I will be willing to do whatever the prince asks me to do."
Zhang Ning mǎnyi said: "That's fine. That girl Xiaohe may be able to serve people well. She gets scared when something happens. She can't be relied upon at all when something happens. I'll feel relieved to have you by my side from now on."
Already."
Xin Wei knew that Zhang Ning would not care about saving his sister's life. He obviously valued her very much. She hurriedly agreed: "I obey my orders."
Zhang Ning nodded and said in a casual tone: "By the way, since you are in the palace, if you know anything about the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the future, you might as well tell me."
"yes."
...After dinner, no one came to disturb Zhang Ning. Zhang Xiaomei ran over again with a cane, tired of being here, she hadn’t pestered Zhang Ning like this for a long time. She injured her leg, not last night.
She was injured after falling from the attic, but she was injured in the room after the fire. It is said that she was scratched by something, it was just a skin injury, and no muscles or bones were moved.
Zhang Ning was sitting on the bed and had just opened the official document file that Zhu Heng had brought over before, so he ignored her and looked through things by himself. The younger sister also got the idea and folded things with white paper in front of the table. The brother and sister stayed in the room silently.
It's quite relaxing.
Not long after, a middle-aged fat woman knocked on the door and came in. She cautiously said to Zhang Xiaomei: "It's time to change the medicine on Miss Zhang's wound. Let's go over there first."
The younger sister shook her head and said, "Bring the medicine over and I'll change it myself later. I'm fine and don't need anyone to take care of me."
This fat woman was very unfamiliar. Zhang Ning had never seen her before. She was probably sent to take care of Xiaomei Zhang temporarily. She did not dare to say anything and disobeyed orders, so she carried in a bamboo basket filled with odds and ends and told her to leave.
The little girl remembered to change her dressing and then left.
After a while, Zhang Xiaomei came to Zhang Ning's bedside and whispered: "Brother, please help me apply some medicine."
Zhang Ning put down the things in his hands and asked casually: "Where is the wound? On the calf?"
The younger sister lowered her eyebrows and whispered: "On the thighs... I feel so embarrassed when I lift up my skirt in front of you. It's better to ask my brother to help me."
Zhang Ning: "..."
He glanced at Zhang Xiaomei, and saw that her eyes were lowered, her face was red, and she looked shy. It was obvious that she didn't know everything at this age. Most of them, Zhou Niang and her, had been married for a long time. He had to admit in his heart that Zhang Xiaomei
This kind of girl was his favorite type in his previous life. He liked her the first time he saw her a few years ago, with her fair skin, beautiful eyes and small mouth, delicate face, and silky black | long straight hair.
And the truth is that he has no moral pressure on Zhang Xiaomei now, and he is not a close friend; he also likes her coquettish look. Since the murder of Uncle Zhang and his family, Xiaomei has been very serious in front of him, but she feels more and more alienated.
... Zhang Ning is very happy that she can be like before.
It’s just that I always feel a little bad. It’s not that I don’t want to accept it, but I’m afraid that one day my little girl will suddenly realize it and look down on her own moral corruption. Who knows what will happen to a teenage girl with a mind like Mayday?
But she took the initiative to ask for it. Is it really necessary to be so strict, and it would make her embarrassed and disappointed? At this time, Zhang Xiaomei looked up with a blushing face, with a hint of timidity in her eyes. Maybe she was also worried about being rejected? A girl of this age
The most important thing is face.
"Go and bolt the door, just in case someone breaks it and there is a misunderstanding." Zhang Ning said softly.
The little girl lowered her head and said "Hmm", then used her cane to slowly latch the door. After this process, the atmosphere became more and more unnatural. She buried her head, and her hair that had not been carefully combed fell down and covered her face.
. When she sat back on the bed, she casually brushed the hair on her temples with her fingers. The movement of her fingertips gently brushing her hair was very gentle. This small movement actually made Zhang Ning's heart skip a beat, and she felt pure.
A warm and a bit throbbing feeling came to his heart.
She sat for a while, unable to say anything, then quietly lifted up her long skirt from her ankles. Women's skirts in the Ming Dynasty were inherently long, and the more conservative clothes covered the body tightly, which was not suitable at all.
There are cases where the skin is exposed; but the more this happens, the more attractive it becomes when the legs are exposed... Just like a woman wearing a swimsuit on the beach, most of the skin on the body is exposed, but when you see their bare legs, it becomes
There's not much mystery left.
Jade-like white and slender thighs were exposed from under the long skirt. Zhang Ning looked a little dumbfounded. At this time, Zhang Xiaomei reminded in a low voice: "First remove the gauze wrapped around the legs. There are ground herbs in the basket.
Like paste..."
Zhang Ning calmed down and felt a little nervous. Fortunately, his hands were steadier than before and he silently did the chores. He took a towel and carefully wiped off the old medicine, then found the "paste" in the basket and applied it to her wound with his fingers.
Above. A long incision was made on the smooth skin of the thigh, which was sewn with a needle and thread. This was probably one of the few surgical operations in ancient medicine. I just don’t know if it will leave scars after it heals. It’s a pity to have such good skin.
Because she was afraid that the herbs would stain her skirt, Zhang Ning casually pushed her skirt up a little further. The little girl immediately trembled slightly and said, "Pull it up any higher, and your underwear will be seen by your brother."
"I've seen it, and it has lace...the one with the hollow edges?" Zhang Ning said.
"Brother is good!" Zhang Xiaomei whispered, "...I didn't know there was such a thing before. I blamed it on the bra that my brother gave me. It was very beautiful. Later, I started to prefer obscene clothes made of this kind of material."
After finally changing the topical medicine, Zhang Ning slowly pulled down her skirt to cover it. At this time, he heard the little girl's voice again: "Is there something under the quilt? Why is it arched?"
Zhang Ning was embarrassed, but saw the little girl's curious eyes looking at the quilt without any pressure, as if she really didn't understand, rather than deliberately teasing herself. When he saw this, he calmly reached out to the quilt and pressed something unknown to his lower abdomen.
On the other hand, the other outside hand naturally stretched out and gently pressed it, "It's nothing, it seems to be a belt."
After a while, he asked calmly: "Yao Erlang, what have you seen? You really don't have that much in mind?"
Zhang Xiaomei pursed her lips and smiled, shaking her head without hesitation.
"Actually, I think Zhou Zhong from the Zhou family is handsome, but it's a pity that he seems to be engaged." Zhang Ning said.
The little sister leaned her head over and whispered into Zhang Ning's ear: "Unless brother can find someone in this world who loves me more than you."
Zhang Ning was puzzled, remembering that one of the words was said by himself, and it was learned by his little sister more than once.