Transmigrate to be Queen

"Your Highness, let me undress you."

This is quite ambiguous, but the third prince Zheng Fusheng's mind is not on this. Of course, he didn't notice it. This is a little frivolous.

"OK."

Zheng Fusheng just changed his dressing. Of course, he had to take off his clothes. Otherwise, the wound was on the right flank. The wound was still so long that he couldn't wrap it up with clothes.

He stretched out his arm to make it easier for the palace girl to take off her clothes. A faint blush appeared on the palace girl's face,

"I hope your highness will forgive me."

In order to facilitate the use of force, the Grand Palace girl knelt on the bed with one leg near the bed, but also because of the indecent and deviant posture, the Grand Palace girl said a sin.

"It's all right. It's important to change the dressing quickly."

The third prince chased her to hurry up. Hearing this, his highness was a little anxious. He wanted to meet his skin quickly.

Zheng Fusheng didn't think so. When he stretched out his hand, he felt a little wrong. Now in this room, he and the Grand Palace girl are hurt. If the Grand Palace girl has any attempt on herself, he really can't say it clearly and understand it.

So he chased the big maid to hurry up to change the medicine quickly. After all, the maid doesn't have to be used by herself. It's really hard to say that she is alone. Even if she changes her medicine, the time is too opportune.

Zheng Fusheng could not help looking at it. Man'er stayed in this room all day, and no one came in to see him all day. Now Man'er had just left the room, and a big maid came in to change her dressing, but Man'er said when she left that she would bring her medicine and cotton cloth back.

"Take it easy, my servant. If your highness hurts, you can say a word."

The palace lady helped Zheng Fusheng, the third prince, untie the buttons of her clothes. She was very skilled. She was used to waiting on people.

It's just that it takes a little effort to take off his sleeve. If Zheng Fusheng is standing now, it's better to take off a little, but he's lying down and still hurt. He can't make any effort at all. He also wants to cooperate with the palace girl and hurry up. Don't let Man'er come back and bump into him. Zheng Fusheng is a little guilty. It's his carelessness.

However, he only needs to exert a little force. When his belly collapses, the wound hurts so much that he loses his strength. Therefore, it all depends on the efforts of the Grand Palace lady alone. The Grand Palace lady does not have Ning Xiaoman's two skills to achieve the position of the Grand Palace lady. That is also the person served by the little palace lady. Her body and bones are no different from those of the grand lady.

"Hiss -"

After working hard for a long time, he didn't take off half of his sleeve. Instead, he stretched Zheng Fusheng's wound and couldn't help it. Zheng Fusheng bit his teeth and hissed. The palace girl was scared to move at once.

"Your Highness, you can't take it off."

As she said this, the palace girl's eyes were red and her kneeling leg was soft. She sat down beside the bed. This posture was really beyond the moment.

"You --"

Zheng Fusheng just wanted to get up and scold her, but she didn't expect the grand palace woman to catch his sleeve,

"Your Highness, you are so badly hurt, but your maidservant can't help you. It's damned."

As he spoke, people also gathered in front of Zheng Fusheng,

"Your body hurts. It's a good one. It hurts people to death."

This is too much. Zheng Fusheng was angry when a slave and maid gave him the courage to talk to himself like this.

"You --"

The door was opened just at this time, and the big maid sitting by the bed just stretched out her hand and smoothed Zheng Fusheng's hair with her hand.

Ning Xiaoman stood by the door. She didn't know whether she should go forward or close the door. From her point of view, the palace girl was almost lying on Zheng Fusheng, and her white and delicate hand was still gently fiddling with Zheng Fusheng's hair.

Ning Xiaoman's lips opened and smiled. He was really omnipresent. He went out with such great efforts and someone came to fill the vacancy. The Qianqing palace is really a good place. The palace maids are delicate and beautiful. Zheng Fusheng, the third prince, is blessed. He just had a wound, but he had an affair so easily.

"Man'er, you're back."

As soon as Zheng Fusheng saw Ning Xiaoman enter the house, he quickly waved to her. He thought that the big maid in waiting saw that the third princess came back and didn't have to drive her out by herself. She should get up and leave. Unexpectedly, the maid in waiting didn't move half a step.

"Princess three, the emperor sent me to change the dressing for his highness three. However, his highness three was hurt. I didn't dare to move too much. I can't forgive his highness three's clothes. I also want to ask the servant girls around you to do me a favor."

The words were polite, but the body did not move at all, even if it was a bow on the hand.

Ning Xiaoman smiled. It seems that he is really a transparent person in the imperial palace. Even a palace maid dares to make a pie in front of him. Is this when he is too honest or Zheng Fusheng is too cowardly? He can't even take off his clothes and dare to make a show in front of him? I really don't know how high and generous it is.