Yuan Qingling looked at him in surprise, "What do you mean?"
Yu Wenhao asked instead: "Why do you think it was Wang Ji's hand?"
Yuan Qingling thought for a while and said, "Intuition."
Of course she is not the kind of person who relies on intuition, but based on the preliminary understanding of the current situation in her mind, she infers that she is Wang Ji.
Yu Wenhao saw it through at a glance, "This king doesn't believe this, just talk about it."
Yuan Qing Ling said indifferently: "It's really intuitive."
She was annoyed that she had spoken too much. She didn't want to cause trouble. These analyses really did not do any good to her. Instead, it would make him think that he had understood these things when he was waiting in the palace.
A person who reads history books has a keen sense of the current situation. Wang Ji is the eldest son and has made military exploits. The emperor is even appreciated, and he has also won a group of courtiers, and he is sure to win the position of the prince.
And the other princes, even if they have ambitions, based on Wang Ji's current power, it is impossible to help him get rid of Yu Wenhao.
Because keeping Yu Wenhao is equivalent to laying a barrier for Wang Ji to step towards the position of prince. It's not that other princes will definitely see Yu Wenhao pleasing to his eyes, but now that he won't be so fierce.
Yu Wenhao didn't ask any more, but was a little shocked in his heart. Yuan Qingling, a stupid woman, actually knew that it was King Ji.
It seems that Jinghou Mansion did not talk less about the current situation.
From the bottom of his heart, he disgusted Jinghou Mansion even more.
Yuan Qingling lay on the mat and slowly closed her eyes.
I'm really tired recently, and I feel sleepy when I touch the bed.
However, there were many things entangled in her mind all the time, which made her tired and unable to lift her eyelids but still couldn't fall asleep.
"Ugly girl!" his voice came from the bed.
Yuan Qingling turned her head to the outside, not wanting to talk to such a rude person.
A pillow was thrown down and hit Yuan Qingling's head.
Yuan Qingling put up his hands and glared at him with a little energetic eyes, "What's the matter?"
"This king wants to relieve it!"
Yuan Qingling got up, walked to the corner behind the screen and took the chamber pot.
"Call Tang Yang in." His eyes were dark, and occasionally smart, but always stupid at critical times, telling her that to relieve her hand was to let her call Tang Yang to serve, who told her to get the chamber pot
Yuan Qingling put down the chamber pot, turned around and called Tang Yang.
Tang Yang went in for a while and came out carrying the chamber pot, and Ling said to Yuan Qing: "The princess can go in."
Yuan Qingling nodded and was about to go in, but Tang Yang suddenly said, "Wang Hao, wait a minute."
Yuan Qingling looked back at him, "What's the matter?"
Tang Yang walked into the courtyard and waved to Yuan Qingling with a very secretive expression.
Yuan Qing Ling walked down suspiciously, "Just say if you have anything."
Tang Yang lowered his voice and said, "The prince still has a wound, so no one is allowed to deal with it. Just now... just now his subordinates looked at it, and it seemed that there was some redness and pus."
"There is still a wound? Why not let it be treated?" Yuan Qingling said in astonishment.
Where is the wound? She was clearly finished, and she had seen it before and after.
apart from…
Her eyes darkened slowly, looking at Tang Yang, "You didn't mean reproduction... a man thing, right?"
Is that what it says here
This year, Tang Yang is thirty-five years old. In his early years, he was also a veteran of Fengyuechang. He also followed Yu Wenhao from life to death on the battlefield. He is considered a person who has seen strong winds and waves.
However, now this sturdy man, his face turned red, and he sighed, can the princess be more euphemistic
What kind of man thing? Is it okay to say the ancestral hall of the prince’s descendants? The descendant roots are also a little nicer.
"Is that right?" Yuan Qingling couldn't help asking another question when he saw him staring blankly and not speaking.
"Tang Yang, what the hell are you talking about?" Inside, there was a loud roar, which almost overturned the tiles, which was definitely beyond his physical ability.
Tang Yang carried the chamber pot and ran away.
Yuan Qing Ling retracted her eyes blankly and walked back slowly.
Yu Wenhao's face was blue and red, like a palette, but the bridge of his nose was blue and white.
In the bottom of his eyes, anger was burning, staring at Yuan Qingling fiercely, still the kind of anger that wanted to swallow her alive.
"That..." Yuan Qingling didn't know why he was so angry, "Tang Yang said you are still injured."
"He is talking nonsense!" Yu Wenhao gritted his teeth.
The more Yuan Qing Ling watched, the more he felt that it was not like Tang Yang talking nonsense, but instead seemed like he refused to admit it.
Yuan Qingling knew that some people would avoid doctors, and said with earnest and sincere words: "To the doctor, you can't conceal the injury, otherwise, if other wounds are not handled properly and cause infection, high fever, it is fatal."
"What's your business?" Yu Wenhao said viciously.
Yuan Qingling frowned, "So, you really got hurt below you? How could it hurt the bottom? Did you get chopped while lying down?"
"This king is going to kill you!" Yu Wenhao roared again, wishing his whole body to hold up and explode Yuan Qingling.
A face was also red to the back of his ears.
"If you want to kill, wait until you are healed before killing. Now let me see and see how serious the injury is."
"It depends on your size."
"Just look at my head. Tang Yang said it is inflamed and pus. Once infected, you will die."
"roll!"
"Get out of here when you see it."
Yu Wenhao gritted his teeth and said: "This king will not let you see even if he is dead."
Yuan Qingling sighed softly, her eyelashes lowered, "It seems that I have to enter the palace and ask the Supreme Emperor to grant a will."
Watch the chicken by order.
Yu Wenhao raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, "Do you still know how to write the word shame?"
Yuan Qingling didn't speak, but looked at him.
"Don't stare, the king said, I won't show you death."
Disinfectant water, cotton balls, tweezers, and scrapers are all ready.
Yuan Qingling looked at him, "I opened it, don't be embarrassed, I just need to treat me as an imperial doctor."
"Imperial doctor? You want to be beautiful!" Yu Wenhao's teeth were cold, and he threatened to give him some anesthesia, and waited until he passed out.
He didn't want to faint, who knew what she would do to him
She crushed her teeth and had to allow her to take a look.
He turned his head to the inside of the bed and was so humiliated that she lifted the last fig leaf.
"The legs are separated a bit, so you can't really see them."
He swallowed and swallowed his anger, Yiyan opened his legs.
The air is very cold, the cold air seeps into the skin, and the hairs all over the body stand up.
"You..." He felt that he was touched by her hand and was furious. "Don't touch your hands."
"If I don't take it away, how can I look at the wound? Oh my god, the wound is bone-in, and if you go in an inch, your children and grandchildren won't be able to keep it. Moreover, if you don't treat the wound, even if it is healed, it will affect it. Your male function."
What the hell? "You just want to take a look."
"If the wound is not serious, I can leave it alone, but, as Tang Yang said, your wound is inflamed and must be treated." Yuan Qing said with a serious expression.
"you… "
"Shut up, when you wait for your imperial girl, you will thank me."
Yu Wenhao had murderous intent in his eyes, and he had secretly vowed that when he recovered, Yuan Qingling would die miserably.