Meng Yi glanced at the excited little girl, reached out and untied his cloak, and put it on Ping An's body.
Pingan is very small, and his cloak is too big for her, so he mopped the floor.
Ping An looked at the man who was tying his belt seriously, and said, "It's okay, I'm not cold."
"..."
Meng Yi looked up at her speechlessly, "Your clothes are torn."
Safety,"… "
"No wonder it feels cold on the back, but you beat her like this, is it all right?" Ping An looked at him curiously and asked.
"You still care about yourself, doesn't your back hurt?" Meng Yi frowned at her.
Ping An was so happy at first that she didn't feel any pain, but now that he said that, she just felt a burning pain in her back, and her legs went limp in an instant.
"It hurts! It hurts too much, you bitch Zhou Ling! You should have beaten her to death just now!" Ping An cursed angrily.
It was the first time she was injured here.
Meng Yi, "..."
He seemed in disbelief that she could speak so rudely.
But now is not the time to worry about these things, he helped her into the carriage first.
The two guards all looked terrified, and Meng Yi gave them a displeased look.
"Go back to the residence immediately! Seek an imperial doctor for diagnosis and treatment." Meng Yi ordered.
"yes!"
"No, you don't need to go to the imperial doctor. I'll just take some medicine when I go back. Don't let the prince know about my injury." Pingan quickly ordered.
"You still want to hide it at this time?" Meng Yi looked at her in disbelief.
"I don't want him to know, just go to the front and buy some hemostatic medicine later."
The guard looked at Meng Yi in bewilderment, waiting for his order.
"Go to my mansion, my mansion is close to here, stop the bleeding first." Meng Yi saw her wound and bleed back.
Ping An has no objection, she is in terrible pain now, as long as it can stop the bleeding, oh no, the pain must be stopped.
The carriage soon arrived at Prince Yi's Mansion. Prince Yi's Mansion looked magnificent, but inside it was even more desolate than the Eighth Prince's Mansion, and there were hardly any people to be seen inside.
"Uncle Huang, the place you live is too much like... a haunted house."
"Shut up! Go in quickly, get Nanny Li over here, and give her medicine." Meng Yi directly carried her in.
Meng Yi found a bottle of golden sore medicine, handed it to Li Nanny who rushed over, and ordered, "Give her the medicine."
"Yes, my lord."
"Wait a minute, don't you need to wash the wound? It's full of bacteria." Ping An was a little anxious. The level of medical treatment in ancient times was not good enough. How could he stop the bleeding directly? He had to wash it anyway.
"This..." Nanny Li looked at the prince nervously.
"Yes! Just wait a moment." Meng Yi left for a while, and came back with a bottle in his hand, asking Nanny Li to use it to wash her first.
Meng Yi walked to the door and turned her back to the room. Nanny Li used scissors to help her cut off the clothes on her back, uncorked the top of the bottle, and said, "Hold on, girl, this old servant is about to wash his wound."
"Wash quickly, move quickly, and then apply medicine, speed." Ping An is actually quite afraid of pain.
Nanny Li quickly poured the liquid in the bottle onto Ping An's wound.
A scream sounded, Ping An probably will never forget the pain in this life.
Nanny Li trembled from fright, and Meng Yi was also taken aback. He quickly turned around and walked over. He looked at Nanny Li who was already a little scared, quickly took the golden sore medicine, opened it, and quickly sprinkled it on her. on the back.