Cute Wife Divorce Husband: Black-bellied Prince and Little Dumb Concubine

Chapter 390 The fierce little daughter-in-law
Suddenly a cold hand cut off his hand.

After all, she didn't listen and came in.

He didn't open his eyes, just let his hands rub his browbones.

After a while, he opened his eyes and met Qing Qing's face.

Although he wanted to see her in his heart, there was no trace of warmth on his face.

She just heard her say, "My lord told me to rest earlier, I only have this place to rest, so I came in."

The corner of his mouth finally opened into a smile, this girl unexpectedly also has witty moments.

Xiao Zijun likes Ning Qingqing, who is a bit cheeky like this, because it finds him a step down.

The two reconciled as before.

After asking each other warmly, Fang talked about the day's affairs again.

"I was wrong about the daytime thing. I shouldn't have helped Wushuang with your jade token. Although Wushuang was wrong, it was indeed not easy for her. Now that the matter has come to an end, what do you think I won't help her?"

"You are not helping her." His calm tone seemed to be sighed, but he was not surprised or angry about Wushuang's matter, as if he had already understood it.

However, Ning Qingwei didn't understand this level, she just rested her chin on the side and worried about Wushuang. Hearing this, she said disapprovingly, "Then how do you think you can help her? Besides, this is Wushuang's own plan. I can do it." Just help her make it happen.”

"Wu Shuang is stubborn and willful. What good plans can she have? I'm afraid things will get worse."

Slightly startled, he asked in shock, "Your Highness won't tell the truth, right?!"

"What do you think? My new injury is not healed and I am traumatized." His tone was a bit dark, and his starry eyes looked at him coldly, but he was no longer the coffin face outside that moment.

He moved his arm deliberately, and made a "humming" sound from his mouth.

As expected, Qingqing's heart was moved, with a distressed expression on her face, she hurriedly said: "Don't move, don't move..."

"itch."

"Where it itches, I'll scratch it for you..."

"Go in a little bit."

"Use a little force."

After scratching him a few times, I finally got a little impatient: "Let's go down!"

"okay."

After a while, the prince said: "Drink water."

Gently brought the water over, the prince only opened his mouth, waiting for her to feed.

The appearance of a considerate and virtuous little daughter-in-law in front of the soft bed really made Xiao Zijun feel good.

Time after time, finally the little daughter-in-law was no longer proud of her industriousness and virtuousness, and she no longer felt sorry for the prince's injury, and she actually regarded this service as "dirty and messy" drudgery.

"Ma'am, help me to my bed."

"Toss what?" She threw the towel aside, a little impatient.

"Go to the toilet."

"Your legs are not disabled, but at that moment you were standing at the door of Yushu facing the wind and freezing—"

"At this time and at that time, you pushed me down, and naturally the injury got worse. A little sympathy, okay?"

"I see, the prince doesn't hurt at all, and he's just tossing like this now."

It's not that he doesn't feel pain, but he feels that talking like this will divert the attention from the pain.

Wei Wei didn't know what time the prince fell asleep last night, anyway, she was tired and sleepy, and her breathing became steady after a while.

In the middle of the night, he woke up suddenly for some reason, and seemed to hear some movement on Xiao Zijun's bed.

She pretended not to know, and only after hearing the occasional pain in his breath did she know that the wound was not as mild as he appeared on the outside.

So when she woke up in the morning, she saw that he had finally fallen asleep, and she felt a sense of relief in her heart.

The man who sleeps next to her always gets up early, except when she is sick or injured, sometimes, she thinks that this prince is not just superficially majestic, but also bears a lot behind his back.

She saw that his brows were tightly frowned, as if he was in pain, presumably he was in pain even in his sleep, she felt very distressed.

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When Xiao Zijuan woke up, he could already smell the medicine, and after resting for a night, he felt that the wound had healed a lot.

Ning Qingqing looked much more capable in a plush waistcoat today. She walked in, put away the curtains on both sides, and asked with a smile, "My lord is awake."

Then he started to take the wet towel and wiped his face and hands without any explanation.

She seemed to be familiar with doing these things, but it was the first time in such a long time.Xiao Zijun thought it was a good feeling.

It seems that Qingqing did the same thing when she was injured in Saibei and treated at Qin Yong's place a few years ago.

"Should the prince take the medicine first, or drink some porridge first?"

"Is there any meat to eat?" he asked.

"Take medicine or drink porridge, there are only two choices."

The light tone was only an order, and the appearance of admitting mistakes and grievances when he returned last night was gone.

While the two were talking, someone outside said: "My lord, my father-in-law and Doctor Chen are here to visit."

Doctor Chen carefully looked at the wound for King Jin, and said: "Although the prince's wound didn't hurt inside, the wound is large and bleeding a lot, so you must take care of it carefully. In addition to taking medication regularly, you should also pay more attention to keeping warm. Eat something to nourish Qi and nourish blood..."

So the prince said conveniently: "Your Majesty is very worried about the health of the prince, so he drove the old servant over to inquire about it not long ago."

King Jin said: "I'm sorry to bother you, my father. You told my father that it was just a flesh wound, so it doesn't matter if you take care of it. It's just that I failed my father's great love for me."

Eunuch Wang also asked a few questions from the sidelines, "Physician Chen, can King Jin drive on the road now with this injury?"

"I think that the Royal Forest Garden Palace has everything you need. The prince has a new injury. Now it is snowing heavily, the road is blocked, and the wound is most afraid of frostbite. Therefore, it is best to take care of it for a few days before returning home."

"In this way, Prince Jin can recuperate in peace in the palace. The old slave has returned to his life."

In the morning, Ning Qingyuan specially made bone soup to replenish qi and blood, and it was steaming hot, "My lord, eat it while it's hot."

Xiao Zijun took a sniff, "Hmm. It smells good."

As he said that, he was not polite, eat what he should eat, drink what he should drink, and remember something after eating half of it, "Do you want to eat?"

Qingqing wanted to eat it long ago, but her head shook like a rattle, "Hehe, I don't want to eat it. This is made for you, and it contains medicine."

King Jin was eating, and asked inadvertently, "What medicine?"

"You can just trust me. As for me, although I am not as good as Mr. Hua, I have studied medicine for many years and read a lot of medical books, and it is my own experience. The prince can rest assured. After eating this soup, you The wound doesn't hurt anymore."

He is not ashamed, and he has studied medicine for many years, so he is talking nonsense with his eyes open.He didn't point it out, but said, "My wound is almost healed, you don't have to worry."

"Last night, I knew you were in so much pain that you couldn't sleep well, so I found an anesthetic in a medical book, which is drunken flower. This flower has the effect of anesthesia and pain relief. In the morning, I asked Chen imperial doctor if there is drunken flower medicine. Chen imperial doctor Say yes, and I'll order some."

Ning Weiwei consciously found a way to relieve the pain for King Jin. At this time, he was very confident, "The seeds and leaves of this drunken flower can cure asthma and gout, and this flower is more effective for pain relief and anesthesia."

Gradually, she realized that Xiao Zijun's complexion was not good-looking, and she couldn't help feeling suspicious, "My lord, what's wrong with you? Doesn't taste good?"

(End of this chapter)