Chapter 7: Uneasy

　　 Ye Sheng limped back to his yard, his face gloomy, lying on the bed.
"You have to leave the palace. It's too dangerous here. If you let them find out that I'm practicing martial arts, I'm afraid it won't be the Fifty Army Cudgel." Ye Sheng gritted his teeth and was very angry. Going to Ye Qing's martial arts training site was not voluntary. He was dragged by Ye Qing and beat him with fifty army sticks regardless of whether Qinghong was indiscriminate. Ye Wangye was really domineering to the extreme.
　　 "Why didn't you let me learn martial arts, and also didn't let me leave the palace?" Ye Sheng lay on the bed and let out a long sigh.
　　 If the beating this time allowed him to leave the palace, Ye Sheng would have nothing to say, but after being beaten, he didn't get any benefits. How could this make him relieved?
　　 "You promised me to go to Cangshu Pavilion, but Cangshu Pavilion is not Wu Pavilion after all. There are many four books and five classics in it, but I don't have any martial arts secrets." Ye Sheng's eyes were deep and very unhappy.
　　 Ye Sheng was recovering from his injuries this night, silently thinking about how he should act next.
　　 Keep a low profile, hide oneself and avoid conflict with others, while waiting for the people on the earth in the pubic area to break through, and then bless their power.
As long as more than one hundred people on the earth break through the day after tomorrow, Ye Sheng will bless him. Although the day after tomorrow is nothing, Ye Sheng will bless more than one hundred people at one time. It can be a battle.
　　 Only then can I have the confidence and capital to leave the Yewangfu.
　　 At night, the news that Ye Sheng and Ye Qing were beaten with military sticks also spread.
　　 Ye Qing was fainted and scarred. After Hu Mei saw it, her tears kept streaming. She resented the Lord Ye, but she couldn't vent it. In the end, she could only put her hatred on Ye Sheng.
"This bastard, who got my Tianshan Snow lotus, didn't say good things to you. I knew you were going to suffer such a serious problem. It would be better not to save this and let it die. The province is annoying." Hu Mae cursed.
　　 Qingye was lying on his stomach weakly, with an ointment applied on his back, refined with first-class medicinal materials, the effect was very good, at least the pain was relieved a lot.
　　 "Mother, Ye Sheng deserves to die. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be punished this time. I must kill him." Ye Qing's eyes were vicious, and the killing intent was filled.
　　 Hu Mei said with a cold face, "Kill, kill, kill, you know how to kill, how to kill?"
"That stays in his yard on weekdays and doesn’t have any contact with people. In addition, after this incident, I was called by the lady to be severely reprimanded. If it happened once, this compound Here I completely lost my initiative. The prince didn't come back to see me this time. I can imagine that I was angry." Hu Mei said irritably.
　　 "Mother, why bother, my son has his own way." Ye Qingyin smiled coldly.
　　 "What can you do, don't be foolish." Hu Mei frowned.
　　 "Mother, it's July 15th soon, and the Ghost Festival is here. Ye Sheng will definitely leave the palace and go to worship his cheap maid's mother. That will be the best time to do it." Ye Qingyin smiled coldly.
　　 Hu Mei hesitated: "He was beaten by the master, and his injuries were very serious. There will be a week left on July 15th. Will he recover?"
"Mother, you can send some of this ointment to someone and let him apply it. Then he will be well. He is in good health, and the old lady promised him before, allowing him to leave the palace and worship his cheap servant Mother, do you think he can't go?" Ye Qing's eyes flickered, and he really hated Ye Sheng. He had calculated everything.
　　 Hu Mei's eyes lit up and said, "I'll take care of this matter. You can take care of your injuries. I will send someone to find a few people in the market. They have little to do with us. As long as you can kill Ye Sheng, everything is worth it."
　　 Ye Qing whispered: "Then I will wait to hear the good news."
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　　 The moonlight hung high, shed dim light, and in front of Ye Sheng's little courtyard, a flower-like maid came over with a bottle of medicine.
　　 "Are the Twelve Young Masters here?" shouted with a clear voice like a oriole.
　　 Ye Sheng frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"
　　 "The mistress heard that today the twelfth youngest and our 13th youngest were beaten together, and the slave-maid sent me ointment and applied it to the wound. It would heal quickly without leaving scars." said the maid.
　　 Hu Mei would be so kind?
　　 Ye Sheng didn't believe it at all in his heart, and shook his head and said: "Ye Sheng appreciates the kindness of the mistress, but Ye Sheng is a succumb to this kind of medicine."
"Twelve young people must not say that, you are a concubine, that is also the son of the master, the mistress is your aunt, this ointment is also extra, the mistress said, the army stick will go down, if the ointment is not enough , No one month is going to get better." The maid persuaded.
　　 Ye Sheng hesitated when he heard it.
　　 One month will not get better. He believes this, because now his can't move at all, which is very inconvenient. If it doesn't get better in one month, it will be too uncomfortable.
　　 "Ye Sheng has physical inconvenience, you can bring the medicine in." Ye Sheng thought for a while and said.
　　 Whether it is a trap or not, there is definitely no problem with this ointment, he needs to get better soon.
As for poisoning in the ointment~EbookFREE.me~ Ye Sheng thinks this mistress is not stupid enough. This can be known by this investigation. If the mistress is really so stupid, she won’t grow to this point. step.
　　The maidservant was very obedient, and sent the ointment in, and then said: "Twelve youngsters, do you need a slave maid dress for your medication?"
　　 Ye Sheng shook his head: "No, go back for me, thank you mistress."
　　 "The servant girl retires." The servant girl left respectfully, leaving only the bottle of medicine on the table.
　　 Ye Sheng stretched out his hand, the real energy surged, and he took the object in the air. He immediately took the medicine in his hand, opened it and smelled it. There was a scent, mixed with dozens of precious medicinal materials.
　　 These medicinal materials are all unusual varieties, and they must be excellent for refining medicine.
　　 "What kind of medicine is sold in this Ye Qing mother and child gourd?" Ye Sheng frowned.
　　 Ye Qing hated him for his bones. It is well known that Hu Mei petted his son. The attitude of their mother and son to Ye Sheng should be to be choked to death immediately. How could they kindly send medicine?
　　 "No matter what conspiracy you have, I'm talking about healing the wound first." Ye Sheng applied the ointment to the wound, only to feel that the pain was relieved a lot.
　　 In this case, Ye Sheng could still sleep. After this day, his body and mind were greatly impacted, and Ye Sheng fell asleep in a daze.
　　 Ye Sheng woke up the next day, and was surprised to find that his wound had begun to scar. As long as he did not move violently, the wound would not open.
　　 "This medicine is also too good. I will definitely recover within a week." Ye Sheng said with emotion.
　　 But the more this happened, the more he became jealous of Ye Qing's mother and her son. Dogs that bite did not bark, and the poisonous snake hiding in the dark was the deadliest. Various allusions told Ye Sheng that once he relaxes his guard, he will end up miserably.
　　 But this medicine is fine, so where is the problem?