Chapter 46: Painted skin

The doctor in the medical hall has never seen such a battle. The grandson of Dingguo ’s government and the grandson of Xiangzhao Zhao opened the way. Hula la followed with a group of sons and daughters of honor, surrounded by two 16-year-olds. Shows pain, seems to have some serious illness.
He was waiting here all day, and there were many people coming and going, and he was quite savvy, and suddenly became nervous. Xue Shizi and Zhao Gongzi are both reading with His Highness Nine, and there are also several eunuchs who are not in need. Among them are His Highness Nine?
My mother! How could this be so bad today? Watching His Highness' pain and unbearable appearance, he must be very ill, and he would have to rush back to the palace before running to himself. If he can't cure him, he must beheaded! With this in mind, the doctor only felt scared and throbbed when he stood up. If he couldn't hold his head, he would worship. By the way, he begged this bodhisattva to go to another place.
Just about to open his mouth, the helping young man had pointed to the lower garment of Nine Highness, and said, "Doctor, show him, he's burnt here." Very laid back.
The doctor heard the words suddenly diarrhea-breath out, heartburn? Is it just a burn? Then why does His Highness Nine look like he has broken his leg, and even when he sits down, he is paralyzed. One hand has to hold the young man's shoulders tightly, as if he can suppress the pain.
He didn't quite believe what the boy said, but he didn't have the courage to dare to turn His Highness Nine out of the door, and quickly knelt down to knock on His Highness's hem and wanted to see the wounds.
The ninth prince hated the others nearby, kicked him away with a kick, and pointed at the martyr, "Come and help the king."
When you send someone to you, you feel like you have nothing to do, and you just lick yourself-you can smell the sugar gourd, and when you hear that, your eyes are wide and you point at yourself, and your expression is very confused.
"Say you, what are you talking about? Hurry and help your Highness take a look!" The waiter hurried forward and pushed the boy. The other person was dying. Why is this person still thinking about eating? If His Highness Nine was not stubborn, and would not like to be touched by outsiders, even their personal eunuchs should keep a distance of more than three feet, he would have rushed away!
His Royal Highness lasted just three days last time, and half of his servants in the East Palace would die. If there is a serious burn today, no one can treat him well.
A cricket was pushed so hard that he almost fell into the arms of the nine emperor. Fortunately, he grabbed and held the back of the chair in time to avoid sitting directly on his wound. The two cheeks were close together, and they seemed to be able to smell the breath exhaled from each other, one with the familiar ambergris, the other with the familiar maltose, sweet, warm, and intoxicating. The ninth prince almost became addicted to it, and his eyes were slightly frightened and disturbed by the teenager. He took him by his side and stunned him in front of the waiter. "But a slave , Dare to do something to the noble, who gives you courage? "I completely forgot that at this moment I was pretending to be disabled, and the action was hundreds of times better than just extorting.
Isn't it your courage, His Royal Highness? The hearts of the people were defamatory, but they dared not speak up. People all over Beijing know that the nine halls are going down-things are the most arrogant, and even the servants around him are first-class. It is common to scold the palace concubine at will, and even a senior member dares to make a few noises. Pushing a little-known brother of the nobleman is nothing more than doing it by hand, or he will have to knock down his teeth and blood if he is no longer in his heart. Who will let His Royal Highness protect him?
But now, who is close to whom is sparse, who is inside and who is outside, who is his weakness, it is obvious that he is not a small servant who serves his confidant eunuch, but a teenager who has not met for an hour. Xue Wangjing and others were shocked in their hearts, and looked at the youngsters, but Zhao Yusong secretly clenched his teeth.
The waiter was taken out three feet away, lying on the ground intermittently groaning and groaning, as if seriously injured. The ninth prince was tired of even glancing at it, and waved his hand. "After he went back, let him pack up and roll out of the East Palace. The king did not leave anything without sight."
The accompanying guard promised and looked at the boy deeply when he carried the person out. What magic is this person able to be treated differently by His Royal Highness? The so-called sightlessness is about disrespect for a teenager, right? His Royal Highness was telling them in disguise that the little son Zhao was already under his wings, and no one could touch him except himself.
Youyi also felt terrified and looked round and round with her round eyes. The result of the reincarnation of the master is completely different from the previous life, and his character has become so violent that he is somewhat similar to the original prince. It stands to reason that in this life he has grown up in an excellent environment, has not experienced any wind and rain, and has parents who love to protect him. His character should be more gentle and kind. Is it spoiled?
Inexplicably intriguing, you can't help but tick the corner of your lips. It was the great personality change of the master, and he never doubted that the nine emperor was not his reincarnation. It is not unusual for him to be able to go to Daxia from 600 years later, and become Zhao Youzheng. The important thing is that their lives can be continued, and they can meet in the sea of ​​people in the endless years. Isn't this a beautiful thing?
The ninth prince seemed to find something terrible. He stared at the boy with a hard eye blink. It took him a long time to face his ears and red eyes, "You, you have dimples!" He laughed so cute that his heart followed. Shocked, I can't help but pull it into my arms and poke, lick, and see if it's as soft as rice cakes and sweet as honey.
Youhao covered her cheeks with a strange expression. People with dimples are all over the street. Why is the master like never seen? Do n’t people in the palace grow dimples?
The two looked at each other in an intimate and quirky atmosphere. There is an attendant to serve as a lesson for others. Naturally, others would not dare to bother. When he was ignoring the embarrassment, he slightly skimmed the beginning and began to lick the sugar gourd. Xue Wangjing hesitated, "His Royal Highness, is your leg still incurable?" Let ’s go. Seeing how hard you were before, it doesn't look like you were hurt badly.
In the last sentence, he didn't dare to say it. Turning his head to look at the uncle, politely, "Zhao Xiaozong, please trouble your Highness to look at your leg injury. If it is blistered, you should deal with it quickly, otherwise you will be infected."
The level of medical treatment in ancient times was very low. Colds and fevers can kill people, not to mention wound infections. There was a moment in her heart, and she bent down to slap the master's clothes, and wanted to take off his boots, rolled up his trouser legs, but because she was holding a sugar gourd in her right hand, she didn't know where to put it.
A long, slimy string, placed on the table, afraid of getting dirty, and inserting it without inserting it, telling him to throw it away, he can quickly red-eye with you. Many young people laughed secretly when they saw a bunch of sugar gourds scrambling around, especially Xue Wangjing, turning his back and shrugging his shoulders, apparently shouting, but reluctantly reached out to help.
"Just throw it when you have no place to put it, can a string of sugar gourds be more important than His Royal Highness's injury?" Zhao Yusong scolded, not saying that he would take it for his cousin. Geinna's maltose had melted and flowed along the stick. At the fingertips of the teenager, he looked very sticky and sick.
At the same time, the ninth prince said softly, "Give me this, and let me take it for you." The words glanced at Zhao Yusong extremely darkly. He didn't think much about it before. Now when he comes back to Weier, he realizes that the relationship between the two brothers seems to be very bad. Otherwise, Zhao Yusong would not repeatedly stigmatize in front of himself, so that they almost missed it!
Had it not been for Xue Wangjing's suggestion to play tricks, or if he had been bored recently and was looking for some fun, he would certainly disregard such inflamed villains. However, Youyi just returned to Beijing with his father to report on his job. After the evaluation period, he would leave Beijing. Maybe two or three years later, he would get married. What's wrong with him?
Thinking of this, the nine king princes shed a cold sweat on his face, his heart was even more hesitant, and he was frightened. For a while, he was very grateful to Xue Wangjing and hated Zhao Yusong for a while! Soon, he remembered that because of Zhao Yusong's slanderous remarks, he had a very bad impression of Yu You. Before he entered the door, it seemed that he had said something extremely hurtful?
The ninth prince tried hard to remember, and became more nervous and embarrassed. In the presence of so many people, he satirically satirized and thoughtful. How could he use the word "龌龊" to describe a misty and ethereal boy? Damn it! Really lard is overwhelmed, or the brain is flooded!
Zhao Yusong, what resentment and resentment does the king have against you? You want to destroy this king? It is already seventeen this year, and will soon become His Royal Highness Nine Emperor Xia Qichu. He tasted the frustration for the first time and felt the anger that he wanted to strip a person alive.
But before that, he must explain the misunderstanding clearly, otherwise how would somebody think of him? No wonder he felt aggrieved at the sight of himself and was very restrained and afraid.
The ninth prince fought in his heart and the heavens, and the uncle had automatically passed the sugar gourd over without realizing how daring it was to do so. He seems to have been separated from the master for more than 600 years, but in his memory, it is only August-September. The intimacy and tacit understanding he has cultivated over the years will not disappear for a while.
The ninth prince took the cantaloupe, and he didn't dislike the maltose sticking at all. In fact, what he can do for the young man, even the most trivial things, he feels very satisfied, as if he had owed the young man in his previous life, and this life must be the same.
The two naturally interacted with each other, but in the eyes of others, they were very weird and rare. The nine emperor suffers from severe cleansing disease. How can he help a stranger get sugar skewers? It was still melting, and licked countless times, saliva-stained sugar skewers. Does he like teenagers so much? Like to not distinguish each other?
Xue Wangjing stared at the boy who squatted on the ground and took off his high heels and rolled up his legs. He whispered, "Brother Cang Ji (Zhao Yusong's word), where do you go, your little cousin? Have you seen it with your highness before? It's just the first time , Can't 'be so' like this! "
It may be possible for others, but it happened to His Highness Nine Highness, the ridiculous and ridiculous-it is unimaginable. There must be something else in it.
Zhao Yusong was also very upset by the sudden mutation. He wanted to let a cricket know that it was difficult for him to retreat. By the way, he grabbed him with a laughing stock. What the Prince Nine had seen when he saw a flower like a bee, sticking up abnormally. You have not been with the Prince of the Nine, may not feel deeply, these elderly people who have followed the Prince of Nine for more than ten years, but only see the eyes widened, incredible.
"I don't know the inside story." He shook the jade bone incense fan in his hand. Although he tried to hide it, his eyes were still gloomy. Once you have a deep relationship with His Highness Nine, his words that devalued You are bound to become a thorn in the heart of His Highness Nine. Therefore, he could not let the two continue to get along.
Zhao Yusong, while holding up the bone fan, was thinking about the countermeasures in her head, while Yusui had gently-pick up his master's trouser legs to check the injuries.
"How could you be so hurt?" Xue Wangjing stepped forward, waiting for you to speak, anxiously. His Royal Highness Fang Caijiu kicked his feet fiercely, and looked very lively. He thought he was pretending, which is much more serious than expected, not only the hot red one-piece, but also a few big bright Blisters, let alone touch them, watching them hurts him.
It was also very unexpected to have a frown, and frowning unknowingly. When he was in the institute, he specialized in logistical work, and naturally he was familiar with wounds. Before the doctor opened his mouth, he had rolled up his sleeves, and said slowly, "Ironing out such a large blister, you must poke a small hole with a needle to let the effusion out. This is so fast."
"Who, who will poke?" The doctor's teeth twitched. Not to mention letting him take a needle to pierce His Highness Nine, it would scare the soul for His Highness. One of his brothers was on duty at the Taiji Hospital. I heard that the most difficult person to serve was the master, who often killed Taiyi because of a small headache and hot brain.
Youyi glanced at him strangely and said, "Of course I came to poke. You need to prepare a scald cream and apply it later." It has been more than 600 years since he was used to waiting for the master. But come around and get the job done to yourself.
The doctor exclaimed and hurried to find a scalding cream. If you have a cricket, wash your hands and pick a silver needle of the proper length and burn it on the candle.
Zhao Yusong sneered when he saw that he was unwilling to let go of this flattering opportunity. It is Xue Wangjing, who has greatly changed his impression of young people. The worries and concerns in the eyes of the teenager were not pretentious. Not only did His Highness Nine meet with him at first sight, he also had a deep feeling for His Highness Nine. If these two people really meet for the first time, it can only be attributed to fate.
Fate is a very mysterious thing.
Seeing that the teenager wanted to personally prepare the wound for himself, His Highness Nine was extremely attached to his heart. He said that he was only burned by a few blisters, and he was willing to burn a layer of flesh. He placed his injured leg on a low stool, and said softly, "No problem, take your time."
Auntie nodded and promised, squatting down-looking at a few blisters, worried, "Does it hurt?"
The ninth prince who had just looked indifferent immediately frowned, "It hurts, it hurts for a while." If it didn't hurt, the teenager would probably not worry about himself. In this case, it is better to ask him to put himself in his heart.
The master not only has a fragile expression, but also has a very aggrieved tone. This appearance is the first time you have met. He has always thought that he is strong and resolute, stable and capable, and also indestructible and omnipotent, but now he is like a young boy who does not know how to hide his emotions and how to arm himself.
No, it's because he wants to turn things around. The master is now a young boy. He is only seventeen years old, and he has a good attitude. Youyi feels very fresh, and he looks at him several times, and can't help but comfort, "Just put out the effusion and put on the medicine, it will be fine after three or four days, but you are not afraid. Don't get wet, don't break the outer layer of skin, or it will become inflamed. "
As he spoke, he gently blew the blisters, no matter the movement or tone, it was like coaxing young and ignorant children.
This little boy Zhao is too simple, right? How to talk to a male lion with a joke tone? Not afraid of being torn into pieces? At this moment, Xue Wangjing's admiration for Yuyou is like a torrent of rivers, endless, and he also raised his thumb to Zhao Yusong with a gloomy face, indicating that Zhao Xiaogong's courage was the first in Beijing.
They all waited for His Highness Nine to explode, but he did not expect His Royal Highness to slowly lip on, his eyes shining, as if very happy.
"Okay, it won't touch the water, and it won't break the skin." He even agreed, his voice softened completely!
Everyone was shocked, except that the cricket had no feeling, poked the water bubbles carefully, and then wiped the overflowing sap gently with sterile cotton. The ninth prince held up the sugar gourd and licked it in the place where the boy had previously licked. He hesitated for a while and said slowly, "How old are you?"
"Sixteen." He did not lift a hoe.
"The case where you were framed in Lin'an was done now?"
"It's over."
"How did it end?" The nine emperor's eyes flashed lightly, revealing the intention of killing.
"I don't know. It seems that several people involved in the case have been exiled, right?" There were squinting eyes, as if remembering. He did not inquire about the follow-up, and naturally did not know the ending of the people.
"It's just exile?" The Nine Emperor's tone aggravated, apparently very dissatisfied with the result, and secretly remembered the supervisor Yu Shi. The front was almost laid, so he slowly introduced the topic, with a slight obscurity in his tone, "You can see the ghost, is this true? Actually ..."
In fact, there are many amazing people in this world, but it's nothing strange to see a ghost. I said before that you were arrogant and thoughtful. That's because I heard the story and listened to it, which made me feel bad. After all, it is my narrow mind that I should say sorry to you. If you can really see the ghost, will you be afraid? Will there be nightmares? I can take you to the temple to ask the monk to resolve. If you feel fear, you can also live in my palace. I am an expensive man, and Xing Chong will not dare to come near. I can protect you from any harm ...
The ninth prince had a lot of words to say, but was just interrupted by the boy with only two words. "No, of course not true! I don't want to mention those things again."
Youhao looked up, glanced quickly at the master with reddish eyes, and hurried down. He almost forgot that the master was very disgusted with ghosts and gods. Seeing that the master was injured, he suddenly fainted again, knowing that there were many people present who wanted to help the master to solve problems. As an alien, an existence that is extremely easy to be jealous, he should avoid it far away and hide well, otherwise he will end in a complete break like in his previous life.
Thinking about it this way, there was a rush to speed up the movement, Bai Jingxiao-his face raised, his brows frowned and looked very restrained and serious.
The ninth prince obviously felt the alienation and alert emanating from the young man, and his heart was embarrassed and annoyed. This anger was not caused by the young man's rudeness, but his previous nonsense. How can he judge a person without meeting? Simply stupid!
The teenager seems to be very taboo about that, and it can be seen that he has his own nonsense in his heart. What can I do? For the first time, the nine princes felt helpless and indifferent. He racked his brains for a while, but didn't dare to open his mouth at will, but he was afraid of saying something wrong and poking at the young man's lung tube.
So he can only change the subject stiffly, hoping that as time goes by, the teenager can slowly lose his breath. He glanced up and down the boy for a few moments, and said softly, "Do you like wearing flowers?" If an ordinary man does this dress, he will feel disgusted, and then ask the guard to pick off the other men's and women's clothes on the spot, but The teenagers felt particularly pleasing to the eye.
The big red and purple peony made him a little shiny and shiny-his face became more vibrant, with a camellia bordered by a rim, and a gem in his forehead. Instead of showing fancy, he also showed the youth's vitality and Beauty unparalleled. He had a flattering look, and a sweet temperament that made people stare at it and prevent their hearts from loosening.
Just let the nine emperor look at this face for a lifetime, and it won't be greasy.
Youyi doesn't care about his fancy clothes. Others laugh when they smile, and let them go. However, if an ugly person appears in front of the master, his little heart will be a bit unbearable. Feelings of shyness, annoyance, and regret will spring up. He immediately took off the camellia next to him, his face was red-eared, and he said, "No, I don't like it. My mother wants me to wear it."
The teenager's cheeks were crimson, his eyes were moist and wet, and he looked even more gorgeous than beautiful. This shy little look was also ten thousand times more lovely and indifferent than before. The dark clouds in the heart of the nine princes dissipated in an instant, grabbed the camellia that was about to be destroyed, inserted it back to his side, and carefully adjusted the angle, sincerely said, "You-mother has great vision. It's against you. You are really a beauty. "
My family is really a beauty. Once familiar with the ridiculous, it coincided with this sentence singularly, making you look for a moment. When he was in a daze, the nine prince quickly reached out his hand, poked at the young man's looming dimples, and then hid his fingertips in his sleeves and gently ground them.
The hand-feel is better than imagined. Today, I can meet you now, and it's a worthwhile trip.
A tadpole was poked back to her soul, and she quickly dropped her head, quickly treating the wound. He repeatedly warned his master that he didn't need strange and strange powers around him, and then he gradually became calm, spreading the ointment, bandaging the wound, and urging, "Okay, I can go back to the palace."
The ninth prince frowned, refuting, "Return to the palace? What palace to return to? The king just came out of the palace. Go and walk around the street."
How long has it been since I have known each other? Time is too rushed and he can't accept it. Mo said that he only had a few blisters and broke his leg. He also had to stay with the boy in the palace before turning around. No, it's best to ask your father the emperor tomorrow, and let him allow him to build a palace outside the palace, so that he can meet the teenagers every day. 2k novel reading network