Chapter 35: Strange beauty teenager in Shangyang Palace

After a while, I finally calmed down my emotions. I wiped my tears and was about to get up and walk. I heard a very clear voice sounding in front of me—
"Well? Is your hand burned?"
As soon as I looked up, I saw someone standing in front of me and looking at my hand.
This is a young man who looks younger than me, maybe only eighteen or nine years old, with a handsome and slightly childish face, round eyes like tiger eyes, but his eyes are clean and simple, like the top of his head. A cloudless sky, even his expression was so clean.
Shangyang Palace is no better than the inner court of the palace. It allows outside men to come in and out, but-it is also not allowed to talk to the palace girl without such scruples.
I didn't respond for a moment, he had already come to me, and stretched out his hand to scratch my wrist: "You're not badly hurt, show me."
I hurriedly retracted my hand: "Who are you?"
"Huh?" He looked at me, blinking and round eyes: "You don't know me?"
"..." I looked him up and down, so young and so unruly. Could it be the newcomer to Shangyanggong, seeing him in a simple and capable dress, could it be-
"You are His Highness-Follow me?"
He looked at me for a while, and smiled: "Yeah. Who are you? Why haven't you seen you?"
Sure enough, it was a new arrival at Shangyang Palace, and I was here shortly after, so no wonder I have never met. I nodded lightly at him, saying salute, and then said, "I'm Madam Ying Xue's waitress."
When he was finished, he turned and left, but he walked over and stopped in front of me: "Hey, don't go! Let me see your injury."
I was amazed at his recklessness, but this person was not bad, and he was enthusiastic. Turning around and looking around, fortunately no one, so whispered: "You are new here, don't be so unruly, outside the palace is not allowed to talk to the palace woman casually, if the supervisor sees, be careful to be punished. Don't do this in the future. "
He froze, and there were smiles in those clear eyes, and he nodded obediently: "Okay, I listen to you."
I nodded slightly and was about to leave, but I heard him say, "But your injury, show me."
After that, he grabbed my wrist.
This person! My heart was suddenly anxious, and the palace didn't even let me talk casually. He actually grabbed my hand so recklessly. I immediately struggled to pull my hand back, but he held on firmly, looking down at my injury and swelling. The blisters said, "Don't move, you'll be treated with medicine, or you will leave scars."
what?
I stunned, and saw that he pulled out a silver scoop to break through the blisters on the back of my hand and let out water, and then took out a box of ointment from his arms and spread it on the top.
The coldness came from the place where the ointment was applied, which was much better than the hot pain just now.
I looked at him in amazement, and saw that he took out a handkerchief and helped me bandage, and at the same time said to myself, "This kind of burn will leave scars. Your girls' hands are so white and so beautiful, stay What a pity to have scars. "