The princess is above: the power minister's palm favor

Compared to Mo Jingzhan's deliberate superficial injuries, Shangguan Ling's injuries were all internal injuries.

Moreover, that guy's hands were very dark, and he greeted places where others could not see, so that when the doctor came to take his pulse, he was surprised.

Shangguan Ling felt that he was going to provoke that dark-bellied guy because his brain was trapped by the door.

However, there is no medicine for regret in this world.

On the other side, Mo Jingzhan was escorted back to the mansion by the guards of the eldest princess' mansion. Li Huang wanted to invite an imperial physician for him, but he stopped him.

"Your Highness, I have the best Jinchuang medicine, so I don't need to bother the imperial doctor. Your Highness just asks me to get a basin of water to wash it off."

He lay on the bed with a pained expression on his face, stretched out his hand and tugged at Li Huang's wide sleeves, the expectation in his eyes was almost self-evident.

How could Li Huang fail to see his little thoughts?
Dang even sent someone to bring in a basin of clean water, and then went to take his clothes off with his own hands.

Mo Jingzhan held her hand: "Your Highness, I can do it myself."

Li Huang glared at him: "How about, I'd better let people come into the palace to invite the imperial physician."

Mo Jingzhan's hand quickly retracted.

Li Huang was speechless.

Even though she knew that he was acting miserable and pitiful to some extent, when she saw the shocking wound, her pupils couldn't help shivering.

"How did you cut so deep?"

By visual inspection, the wound must be at least half an inch long, and it hurts just looking at it.

"Your Highness, why don't you go out, I can do it myself."

As he spoke, he took the cloth towel from her hand and was about to wipe it around the wound, but just after wiping it twice, the cloth towel fell to the ground.

He gritted his teeth and reached out to pick it up, but Li Huang picked it up first.

She really couldn't understand his aggressive temper, so she said viciously: "You lie down and don't move!"

Mo Jingzhan let out an "oh", and lay down obediently.

She stared at him: "Where's your Jinchuang medicine?"

Mo Jingzhan pointed to a drawer of the bedside table: "The one with the white porcelain bottle."

There is a wooden box in the drawer, which contains various holy medicines for healing.

Xiao Yunlan prepared everything for him.

Li Huang lifted his underwear, and poured the Jinchuang medicine on his wound with a quick movement. First, it stopped the bleeding, and then cleaned up the blood for him bit by bit.

She seemed annoyed, but she rubbed gently and carefully, for fear of hurting him.

In fact, this hurt to him is really nothing.

But when she asked, "Does it hurt?"

He subconsciously nodded and frowned: "I never imagined that Shangguan Ling, a civil servant, would be so skillful."

Li Huang's heart was filled with intense pain at the moment, how could he have noticed that he was taking the opportunity to apply eye drops to Shangguan Ling?
So, while wrapping his wound with gauze, she said angrily: "The ancestors of Shangguan's family were military generals. Even if the descendants of later generations have abandoned martial arts and followed literature, how could they really only read sage books?"

"Besides, you've won the number one prize before, aren't you not losing to those generals at all?"

This is more than just not losing, this Manchu civil and military man, at his age, is already considered an outstanding player.

Mo Jingzhan hummed, which made Li Huang's hand movements a little softer.

"Your Highness, I still have a wound on my shoulder."

Li Huang glared at him again: "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

As he said that, Li Huang tore off the cloth on his shoulder, saw the bloody hole at a glance, and his heart ached again.

"Where did you still get hurt? It's best to tell Ben Gong once and for all."

That damned Shangguan Ling was so ruthless.

Could it be that he really thought that if Mo Jingzhan was beaten by him, she would really marry him?
The more Li Huang thought about it, the angrier she became, but the movements of her hands didn't stop.

Mo Jingzhan looked at the face so close at hand, his heart couldn't help beating wildly a few times, and he couldn't help but hum.

Li Huang shook her hands, and asked distressedly: "Does it hurt? Then I'll be gentle."

As she spoke, she blew on his wound.

The warm wind blew on the wound, causing bursts of numbness, and Mo Jingzhan's heart, as if poured with honey, was so sweet that it was bubbling.

It seems that today's injury was not in vain.

However, as soon as he had this thought, he caught a glimpse of the deep red at the end of Li Huang's eyes, and he immediately panicked.

"Your Highness, this minor injury will heal within three to five days, so there is no need to worry."

Li Huang looked away, turned around holding the wooden box, and put it back in place.

She snorted stiffly: "I am not worried about you. If you are really disabled, I will choose another husband to marry."

With that said, she lifted her foot and was about to leave.

Mo Jingzhan didn't care about the injuries on his body, he jumped off the bed and grabbed her wrist.

At this moment, he regretted a little, regretting that he seemed to have played too big.

"Your Highness, it's my fault, I underestimated the enemy, that's why I gave the opponent a chance to succeed, I..."

However, before he finished speaking, a touch of Yin Hong on the bandage hurt Li Huang's eyes.

Angrily, she pushed him back to the bed: "The wound is open again, are you deliberately trying to enslave me?"

As he said that, he was about to change the bandage again.

Although her face was angry, the movements of her hands were very gentle, and Mo Jingzhan's heart suddenly softened.

"Your Highness, don't be angry, I will pay attention next time."

Li Huang ignored him, he tugged at her sleeve, tugging and tugging, the meaning of acting like a baby was not too obvious.

"Your Highness, there is another reason why I agreed to Shangguan Ling's challenge today, and that is to confirm whether he is the person in your dream."

Li Huang suddenly raised his face, and asked eagerly: "What did you get from your experiment?"

Although, judging from his body shape, Shangguan Ling couldn't be that person.

But what if the feeling in her dream was wrong?
Seeing that she was finally willing to talk to him, Mo Jingzhan reached out to lift a strand of her hair and twisted it between his fingers.

It took a long time to spit out two words: "No."

Li Huang suddenly felt bored, got up and wanted to send someone in to tidy up the house, but was grabbed by his sleeve again by his bony hand.

The blue veins on her forehead twitched twice, and finally sighed: "What do you want?"

Don't think she doesn't know, isn't it just to make her feel bad by doing so many little tricks?
Mo Jingzhan looked at her pitifully: "Your Highness, have you forgotten the ghost-faced man who robbed and killed you before?"

Li Huang's heart was immediately lifted by his words.

"You mean, Shangguan Ling's way is similar to that ghost-faced man?"

Mo Jingzhan shook his head: "I'm sure that's not Shangguan Ling, but their martial arts methods are definitely from the same school, and the doctor who has been treating Gu Chenzhou's injuries is the younger brother of a concubine of the Fang family, but something happened to the Fang family. After that, that person disappeared."

In other words, people ran away.

And that concubine died long before the sentence was pronounced.