In the shadow, a slender figure sat motionless on a chair, like a sculpture.
As soon as the housekeeper walked in, he couldn't help but shudder.
The prince's temper is getting more and more violent.
"Your Majesty, the doctor is here."
Di Minglie touched his face and snorted coldly.
The housekeeper turned sideways, and the doctor behind him came forward with ointment in his hand.
His hands were trembling, and he felt so cold as soon as he got close to Di Minglie.
The doctor suppressed the fear in his heart and said cautiously: "Your Majesty, it's time to change the dressing."
Di Minglie raised his hand, and the butler immediately lit the red gold candlesticks around him.
In the light, the man's eyes were like poisonous snakes.
The doctor immediately came forward, first removed the previous ointment, then cleaned and reapplied the ointment.
The air was eerily quiet.
After changing the ointment, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief and quickly exited the room. Then he wiped his back, which was wet with sweat.
In the room, the housekeeper pondered Emperor Minlie's emotions and whispered softly: "Your Majesty, if you don't tell the Emperor, there is a unique medicine in the palace, which will definitely cure your face."
When his face was mentioned, Di Minglie's eyes were like daggers and he glanced at the housekeeper unkindly.
The butler was so frightened that he slapped himself in the face: "The slave made a mistake in his speech. It was his chin."
The master is so good-looking. Apart from that person, the master is the most good-looking in the entire imperial city.
Prince Qi's Mansion also has precious spiritual herbs, but they are not effective for burns.
"Get lost." Di Minglie glanced at the housekeeper in disgust and uttered one word.
The housekeeper waved his hand, and the maids in the room quickly left.
Only Di Minglie was left.
After a long time, Di Minglie, who looked gloomy, said, "Here comes someone."
"Wow." The breeze passed by, and a figure half-knelt in Di Minglie's footsteps.
"What are your orders, Master?"
"Tell them that if they can't find anyone within ten days, they will kill themselves."
"As ordered."
The visitor was respectful, his figure flashed, and he disappeared into the house.
Di Minglie touched his face again. This time he was injured, so he blocked the news so that it could never reach the palace.
If the other princes knew about it, they would definitely take the opportunity to read it.
The proud son of the majestic emperor was disfigured. This shame must never be known to his father.
The faint pain coming from his jaw made Di Minglie's face become more and more distorted.
They are all a bunch of losers.
The butler's words suddenly came to mind, and there was a wonderful medicine in the palace.
The palace!
His eyes suddenly lit up.
"Someone is coming."
Another figure flashed past.
Di Minglie glanced at the figure on the ground coolly, and lightly opened his thin lips: "Go to the palace to get a bottle of dust-removing pill."
Shadow trembled, the prince wanted him to steal from the palace.
Isn't it extremely wicked for a son to steal from me
"What are you still doing?" Di Minglie couldn't help but get angry when he saw that Shadow was motionless.
"Your Majesty, there are many experts in the palace's elixir storehouse, my subordinate----"
"Trash, take a few more people and go in through the east gate."
Di Ming kicked Shadow's chest angrily, turning it into a pile of useless waste.
Why did he raise a bunch of trash
****
In the attic, two figures were muttering and making strange noises.
On the ground, two little figures rolled together, having a great time.
Yun Xiao let out a painful whimper: "Oh my God."
He knew these letters individually, but together they were almost deadly.
"Stop howling. If you don't recite it quickly, you have to write it down tonight."
Dong'er rolled her eyes and concentrated on reading aloud softly.
"Dong'er, tell me, where did my master learn these strange words?"
Yun Xiao rubbed his temples, his face full of pain.
Dong'er paused, looked at Yun Xiao slowly, and shook his head in confusion: "I don't know either."
However, the young lady said that God is fair. The young lady has been stupid for so many years. Maybe this is a benefit from God - awesome.
Dong'er saw that Yun Xiao was having a hard time learning, and couldn't help but laugh: "It turns out that someone is also stupid in some aspects!"
Every time she trained, Yun Xiao laughed at her.
This time, it was finally her turn to laugh at him, and she was really happy.
"Who said that?" Yun Xiao rolled his eyes, frowned seriously, and said solemnly.
"If you have the ability, let's compete to see who can learn better."
Dong'er raised her head, pouted her mouth, and waved her little pink fist.
"Okay, let's compete. The loser will be punished."
"What punishment."
"The loser says ten times, I'm a pig! Don't you dare."
"Who dares to be a puppy."
At this moment, both people's minds became a little childish.
The two looked at each other, burst into laughter, and then quickly grabbed their notes and started working hard.
In the space, Yun Tingruo was holding a small knife and carving on the unformed dagger with a serious expression.
Xiaobai held a small kettle and jumped up and down in the spiritual grass field.
Finally, he stopped in front of a spiritual grass, no, it should be in front of a spiritual tree.
The spiritual tree is a little taller than Xiaobai. The tree body is blue, the branches are like a baby's hands, and the leaves are snow-white.
He looks mysterious and arrogant.
Xiaobai stared at it motionless, with a burning light in his eyes, and gently touched the spiritual tree with his paws, doing so gently, for fear of damaging it.
Yun Tingruo saw this scene as soon as he raised his eyes, and his eyebrows twitched.
How does this feel like taking care of your own child
But when did this spiritual tree grow? Yun Tingruo put down the knife in his hand and came to the spiritual tree to observe.
"This tree is quite beautiful."
And when you get closer, the fragrance is even more refreshing, which makes people feel very comfortable.
As soon as Yun Tingruo's fingers touched the spiritual tree, a pair of claws stretched out from the middle.
Wow--!
One hand and one claw, just hold it.
Yun Tingruo: "----"
"Don't touch." The little white flesh ball-like body dodged and stood in front of the spiritual tree.
He looked like he would fight tooth and nail if he was touched, which made Yun Tingru feel like a black line.
"Okay, okay, don't touch it." Yun Tingruo retracted her hand and continued to hold the knife and start carving the dagger.
Half an hour later, the graphics on the dagger became clearer and clearer.
Yun Tingruo rubbed his sore right hand. Today is the end of the day. Only slow work can produce fine work.
After leaving the space, Yun Tingruo poured a cup of tea and walked out of the room with leisurely steps.
There was no one in the room.
Just as Yun Tingruo took a sip of tea, her eyes suddenly changed slightly and her fingers tightened.
The lifeless wind in the room was like a playful child at this moment.
"Bang!" A crisp but harsh voice echoed in the room.
Dong'er hugged Xiaochi who looked like she was enjoying herself, paused in her steps, and stared at the house ten meters away.
not good!
She jumped up and ran forward.
"Miss, miss, little--!"
Dong'er put her hand firmly on the door, and as soon as she took a step forward, her figure stopped abruptly.
In the room, a small figure squatted on his head, with pieces of a teacup at his feet.
Behind Yun Tingruo, Wu Mo looked panicked, as if he was scared to death.
When she saw Dong'er's appearance, she came back to her senses and said, "Miss, are you okay? Are you injured?"
Injured, Donger captured the sensitive words.
With a figure like the wind, he strode to Yun Tingruo with a worried look on his face: "Miss, don't be afraid."