When the few people who were detained in the dungeon saw Yan Jinqiu's appearance, their eyes were full of horror, as if the person who came in was not a handsome young man, but a soul-seeker from hell.
When a servant who was under torture saw Yan Jinqiu appear, he hurriedly threw away the bloody whip in his hand and bowed eagerly.
The servant who followed behind Yan Jinqiu quickly set up tables and chairs, served refreshments, and then stood behind Yan Jinqiu without looking away, as if he hadn't smelled the dungeon full of blood and musty smell at all.
"Has anyone recruited?" Yan Jinqiu raised the teacup, blew the steam from the cup noodles leisurely, and took a sip, "Last time, you actually let people escape, and even hurt the princess, this king is very unhappy."
The boy guarding the dungeon's complexion changed greatly, and regardless of the sewage on the ground, he knelt down, but did not dare to raise his head and say a word of begging for mercy.
Immediately the whole room was silent, Yan Jinqiu calmly swept over these little servants, scraped the water with the tea cover, and after a while pointed at the two servants kneeling in the corner, "Drag out."
Just as the two servants were about to ask for mercy, they were gagged and dragged out.
"Don't act in front of this king," Yan Jinqiu put down the teacup, his eyes suddenly became sharp, "Since I feel impatient to live, this king doesn't mind giving him a ride."
If it wasn't for Xiwan's cleverness last time, I don't know how much trouble it would have caused. He didn't know how much Hua Xiwan knew, but she hadn't asked them in the past few days, nor was she curious about the secrets under his study, as if she was really attacked by an assassin without hearing any secrets about him.
He thought about Hua Xiwan's various reactions, such as anger, curiosity, or disgust for him, but all his guesses came to nothing, which made him a little surprised and a little happy. There are so many women in the world, only she is so special in her eyes.
"Since these people don't want to confess, there's no need to talk anymore, they still keep their tongues," Yan Jinqiu said with a sneer, "These people deceive me and show that the palace is weak, so this prince will naturally entertain him."
After a while, screams came from the prison, he watched coldly, and after the next person brought the cut tongue in front of him, he glanced at the bloody tongue in the tray: "Since it is these people The things that fall from the body will be returned to them for safekeeping. This king hopes that when he comes back next time, these people have already confessed with a pen, otherwise they will not have to keep their hands."
The few people who had their tongues cut off rolled on the ground in pain. After hearing what he said, they gradually did not dare to make trouble, but shivered and huddled in the corner. When their tongues were thrown in front of them, the horror in their eyes almost reached its peak, and they held their heads and whimpered and dared not look again.
After walking out of the dungeon, Yan Jinqiu walked to the main courtyard with his hair loose after taking a bath. When he entered Hua Xiwan's room, the doctor girl was changing Hua Xiwan's wound medicine. Seeing him come in, everyone in the room greeted him.
"Don't be too polite." Yan Jinqiu walked to Hua Xiwan's side with all the dampness and carefully raised her arm. When he saw Hua Xiwan's arm before, he had already been bandaged by the imperial doctor, and now he saw the wound. How deeply hurt.
Although it has been raised for two or three days, the wound is still a little red and swollen. The wound about four or five inches long on the white and flawless arm looks particularly ugly. The medicinal thread that sutured the wound was dyed black with blood, and the primary color was no longer visible.
The hand holding the arm trembled slightly, and Yan Jinqiu's heart was very dull: "Does it still hurt?"
No wonder she couldn't sleep peacefully at night for the past two days, the wound was so painful, how could she sleep peacefully
"Fortunately," Hua Xiwan touched his wet hair with her uninjured right hand. "It's cold in the first month. Why did you come here with wet hair on? Quickly wipe it with something."
Mu Tong winked and handed a clean cotton towel, Yan Jinqiu waved his hand to keep him from serving him, he reached out and took the cotton towel and slowly wiped it: "I got some mud on my body just now, I'm worried about your wound. I just came over after taking a bath, why is this wound so red and swollen?"
"Please don't worry, wang ye, wang fei's wound is quite deep, and it may be a little red and swollen at the beginning, but as long as you are careful and careful, the next time you change the medicine, it will not look so scary." The doctor replied cautiously. Said, "Please be careful, Wang Ye, Wei Chen is going to change the medicine for the princess."
Yan Jinqiu looked at the bowl in the doctor's hand, which contained dark green medicinal slurry, but it didn't smell very bad. He put down the cotton towel in his hand. Carefully raised Hua Xiwan's left arm with both hands, and warned, "Be careful, don't hurt the princess."
After the medicine was applied and the bandages were wrapped, the doctor girl saw that King Xian was still frowning, thinking that he was dissatisfied with the behavior of the imperial hospital, and then explained: "Although the stitching of the wound looks scary, it will help the princess' wound to heal. The imperial doctor will come to remove the sutures for the princess in a few days, please don't mind the prince."
"This king understands that all the adults in the Taiyuan Hospital have worked hard." Although Yan Jinqiu was worried about Hua Xiwan's injury, he did not want to vent his anxieties on a medical girl who had no status and asked his servants to send the medical girl. After going out, he sighed and said to Hua Xiwan, "You don't have to do this."
"Since you have decided to do it, you must do it beautifully, otherwise the gain will outweigh the loss," Hua Xiwan said after thinking of Bai Xia and Hongying, who are loyal and clever, "Bai Xia and Hongying are there to be taken care of. Due to their status, they can't ask the imperial doctor to treat their injuries, but the wound medicine brought by the imperial hospital can be sent to them, and the doctor should also find someone who has the ability in the capital."
"I have already arranged for your two maids to be properly placed, and Mu Tong also arranged for a few little maids to take care of them. You don't have to worry about these things," Yan Jinqiu gently held her hand, "This matter makes you feel wronged. already."
"Husband and wife are one body. If something happens to you, can I be alone?" Hua Xiwan reached out and touched his half-dry hair, "Wipe it again, it will be bad if you are sick."
Yan Jinqiu gently kissed the back of her hand, "If you are ill, you just don't have to deal with those matters in the court."
Sure enough, on the second day, news of King Xian's illness came out from the palace. Some people say that King Xian is really infatuated with Princess Xian, and takes care of the princess all day long, and finally falls ill. Some people also say that King Xian fell ill because he was angry and sad because of such bad things in his family.
But no matter what the outside world guessed, the imperial doctor who went to check the pulse of King Xian could be sure that King Xian was really sick, not pretending to be sick in order to confuse the outside world.
Seeing Princess Xian dragging her heavily injured arm sitting on the edge of the bed and muttering, not forgetting to use the other uninjured hand to press the quilt on King Xian, the imperial doctor sighed in his heart, and then lowered his head and wrote the prescription seriously.
"Princess, because of physical fatigue, the evil wind has entered the body. In the past two days, you must not catch the cold. After drinking the medicine and sweating a few times, it will not be a serious problem."
"You have a job," Hua Xiwan nodded politely to the imperial doctor, and asked Mutong to send the person out of the house in person, turning her head and staring at Yan Jinqiu, who was lying on the bed honestly: "I told you to dry your hair earlier, but you didn't. Listen to me, it's hard to feel sick now."
Yan Jinqiu was stared fiercely by his princess, and he honestly pulled the quilt up, covered his chin, and blinked to show his innocence.
"Don't pretend to be cute, your blushing looks like something, what's so cute," Hua Xiwan sullenly reached out and touched his hot forehead, called someone to bring a drink, and wiped him with her uninjured right hand The whole body, when finally wiping his ass, he couldn't help reaching out and patted it, making a crisp sound.
Yan Jinqiu: "..."
He felt that his self-esteem as a husband was dying.
The smell of wine rubbed his whole body was a little unpleasant. He sniffed, but when he tried to speak, he saw Hua Xiwan's cold eyes.
In the end, he still just pulled the quilt silently and covered himself up so that no cold air could penetrate into the quilt.
He asked the servants to open the two windows farther away from Yan Jinqiu. Both of them were sick, and they closed the doors and windows tightly. Is this to keep the virus in the house
Quietly watching Hua Xiwan's neat instructions, seeing that the windows in his house were opened twice, and the charcoal basin closest to him was also removed, Yan Jinqiu felt that his mood was inexplicably better, probably It was the strangest sickness experience in his life.
When he was ill when he was a child, the people around him coaxed and held him. Later, he inherited the palace and became the queen of the county.
This time... Except for being patted on the butt, the other experiences were pretty good.
"Don't put the charcoal basin too close to people, it's not good for your throat," Hua Xiwan said when she looked back and saw that the tip of his nose was already sweating, "Cover it first, it will be much easier if you sweat."
Although Yan Jinqiu felt greasy and uncomfortable, seeing Hua Xiwan's concerned expression, he also lay still, and gradually developed a sense of drowsiness.
"You go to sleep for a while, and I'll wake you up when the medicine is ready."
Holding on to the sleepiness, Yan Jinqiu said, "You also go back to your room to rest, don't let me get sick for you."
"Don't worry about this kind of thing, go to sleep," Hua Xiwan wiped the sweat from Yan Jinqiu's nose with a handkerchief. Seeing that he finally couldn't help but fall asleep, she sat up for a while before standing up and walking to the In the outer room, under the persuasion of Zishan, he drank half a bowl of ginger soup, and then said, "Have someone bring the soft couch to me and move it to the inner room, and move lightly."
When a person is sick, he most needs someone to accompany her. She married into Prince Xian's mansion. No matter how much Yan Jinqiu really loves her, at least he doesn't treat her with any kind of slowness. So for the sake of him being a sick person, she felt that she could barely accompany him more.