Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

Yuan you followed Yan Qing since he was a child. In his heart, he had long regarded the Lord's life as more important than his own.

Therefore, seeing the wounds on the Lord, he felt guilty, "it's his subordinates' fault. It's their duty to protect the Lord, but they didn't do it. Please punish the Lord and princess."

"What are you saying? What can you do in that case? Should you really turn against the queen in public?" Feng Jiuxi patiently enlightened: Although you haven't been together for a long time, you can see that yuan you is a loyal protector of the Lord and is very stubborn.

Although Feng Jiuxi said so, yuan you still didn't get up, as if waiting for something.

After half an instant, Yan Qing's faint voice came, "get up."

When the words fell, yuan you was willing to get up and heard Yan Qing say, "go to the punishment hall and get ten sticks."

The punishment Hall of the king's residence is dedicated to punishing servants who have made mistakes in the palace. All servants who have made mistakes must go to the punishment hall after receiving the punishment.

"Lord... Ah Qing, how can you punish yuan you for this!" Feng Jiuxi wanted to stop him.

Unexpectedly, yuan you took the lead and said, "thank you, Lord. My subordinates will go to the punishment hall to make an example!"

The tone of his speech seemed a little happy. Feng Jiuxi forgot what to say for a moment.

When Yuanyou's figure disappeared at the door, Feng Jiuxi frowned and returned to Yanqing's side again. With a puzzled face, he poked his uninjured chest, "why did you deal with him, but he was very happy? Should he be a masochist?"

Grasping her little hand, Yan Qing explained, "where do you want to go? Yuan you has followed me since childhood. His greatest responsibility is to protect my safety. When I am hurt, he will naturally feel that he has neglected his duty."

After nodding Feng Jiuxi's thinking head, Yan Qing continued: "in addition, he is also the bodyguard of the palace. If I fail to deal with him, how can the bodyguards he manages serve him in the future? Besides, it's just ten sticks, just scratching for him."

After listening to him, Feng Jiuxi was completely relieved. When she came back, she found that her hand was caught by him and couldn't move. She wanted to take it out, but don't hold it tightly, "Why are you holding me? I have to give you medicine."

"I think you're shy." Yanqing's eyes took a faint smile.

Feng Jiuxi's dead duck had a hard mouth and naturally refused to admit, "I just think in broad daylight, men and women are different!"

"Oh? That's right." Yanqing pulled his other hand hard. Feng Jiuxi rotated a circle, sat firmly on his leg, stared at him with wide eyes, and listened to the man's bad heart: "then continue to give me medicine."

Feng Jiuxi was stunned and hurriedly wanted to get away. "If you want me to give you medicine, let me go first. How can I give you medicine with me!"

Yan Qing's arm is like iron. It can't be broken. "Just go up like this. If you move around again, my wound will be torn open again later."

The last sentence completely stopped Feng Jiuxi, but now she sat close to his thigh. The close contact of her body could make her clearly smell the clear smell of Medicine on him: her heart trembled fiercely.

She took the medicine bottle on one side, carefully cleaned his wound, and carefully put on several doses of medicine.