Qian Jiujiu looked at Mu Yexiao and blinked: "What are you thinking about? Why do I feel a chill down my spine?"
Mu Yexiao glanced at Qian Jiujiu, who immediately chuckled and looked at Mu Yexiao.
"By the way, Your Majesty, I have been in the palace for a day. Have I noticed that you sit here all day long?"
Mu Yexiao frowned and said, "Is there something wrong? My legs are broken and I can't stand up. If I don't sit here, how can I go out?"
Qian Jiujiu rolled his eyes: "Isn't there...?"
Speaking of this, I thought that there is not even a silver needle here, and maybe there is no wheelchair either, so I should give it a try first.
"I mean, there are no tools to use?"
Mu Yexiao looked at Qian Jiujiu: "Tool? What is that?"
It looked like it was really gone. Qian Jiujiu couldn't help but shook his head: "Tsk tsk, so pitiful."
"How about this, bring me some paper and pen, and I'll draw it for you."
Dongchen quickly prepared paper and pen. Qian Jiujiu was very good at drawing, all thanks to her grandfather.
When he had nothing to do, he would ask Qian Jiujiu to draw various medicinal herbs. Some of the herbs had very subtle differences, and Qian Jiujiu was required to draw them correctly.
So in the long run, a painting skill of 1,999 is quite good.
Soon, as Qian Jiujiu waved her hand, a vivid wheelchair appeared on the paper. She blew on it before bringing it in front of Mu Yexiao.
"Look, how about it? Find someone to do it for you now, and I'll take you out shopping."
Mu Yexiao looked at Qian Jiujiu and said, "You have a very smart brain. Could this be the method you promised to cure my legs?"
Qian Jiujiu shook his head: "How is this possible? When I say cured, I mean you stand up on your own two legs. I always keep my words."
"Don't judge others by your own standards."
Mu Yexiao looked at Qian Jiujiu with some amusement: "You still know about gentleman? Not bad, not bad."
Qian Jiujiu blinked his eyes: "What do you mean? Why does this sound so weird to me?"
"Aren't you looking down on me for being uneducated? Or do you think I can't read a single word?"
Speaking of this, Qian Jiujiu fluttered her long eyelashes and suddenly remembered that the original owner seemed to be illiterate.
Looking at Mu Yexiao's half-smile, Qian Jiujiu blinked awkwardly.
"Well, I learned it secretly. The farm where I grew up was next to the academy, and I learned it secretly nearby."
He said with a guilty conscience, raising his voice: "What's wrong with you?"
"Isn't this wheelchair good? I took great pains to draw it. Do you want to appreciate it?"
Hongling looked at Qian Jiujiu with some worry, fearing that the prince would get angry and blame Qian Jiujiu.
Although she had only spent a short time with Qian Jiujiu, Hongling thought that this princess was quite nice.
Mu Yexiao looked at Qian Jiujiu's appearance and just raised his eyebrows: "Dongchen, go find a carpenter."
Mu Yexiao expressed that he was still looking forward to being able to leave the room without being carried by others.
After all, if these legs were in good condition, it wouldn't be that fast.
Dong Chen quickly took the order, and only then did Mu Yexiao realize that Qian Jiujiu's expression was a little strange.
"What's wrong, Princess? Do you have anything else to say?"
Qian Jiujiu rolled his eyes: "Of course I have something to say. Didn't I say I would detoxify you? Now it seems I have to wait two more days."