The doctor in the hospital hall had never seen such a battle. The prince of Dingguo's mansion and the grandson of Prime Minister Zhao led the way, followed by a group of noble children, surrounded by two sixteen- or seventeen-year-olds, one was sweating profusely, the other was inconvenient to walk. Lu was in pain, as if suffering from a serious illness.
He was here all day waiting for a doctor. There were many people coming and going, and he was quite discerning. He suddenly became nervous. Both Xue Shizi and Zhao Gongzi are the companions of His Royal Highness Ninth Highness, and there are several white-faced and beardless eunuchs among these people. Could it be that the injured person is His Highness Ninth Highness
Oh my mother! How can I be so unlucky today? Looking at His Highness Jiu Jiu's unbearable pain and unbearable appearance, he must be extremely ill. He didn't have time to go back to the palace before running to him. If he couldn't cure him, he would have to be beheaded! Thinking of this, the doctor felt his heart skip a beat, and when he stood up, he shivered a few times, wishing he could bow his head and ask the Bodhisattva to go to another place.
Just as he was about to open his mouth, the boy who helped him pointed to the hem of His Highness Ninth Highness's clothes and said, "Doctor, show him, he's scalded here." He stretched out his tongue and licked the candied gourd repeatedly, with a very positive attitude. laid back.
Hearing this, the doctor suddenly let out a sigh of relief, his heart burned? Is it just burns? That's why His Highness Ninth looked like he had a broken leg, and even when he sat down, he was completely paralyzed, and he had to press the boy's shoulder with one hand, as if this could suppress the pain.
He didn't quite believe what the young man said, but he didn't have the courage to keep His Highness Ninth from the door. He quickly knelt down and lifted the hem of His Highness's clothes, wanting to see the injury.
The ninth prince disliked the approach of others the most, kicked him away with one foot, pointed to You Shu and said, "Come and help this prince to see."
As soon as Shu delivered the person, she felt that she had nothing to do with herself, and she was licking the sugar gourd. Hearing this, she pointed to herself with round eyes and a very puzzled expression.
"What about you, what are you still doing, hurry up and help His Highness take a look!" The valet stepped forward and pushed the young man. Everyone else is dying of anxiety, why is this person still in the mood to eat? If it weren't for the stubbornness of His Highness the Ninth Highness, who doesn't like to be touched by outsiders, and even their personal eunuchs have to keep a distance of more than three feet, he would have rushed over!
Last time, His Highness only had a fever for three days, and half of the servants in the East Palace were killed.
You Shu was pushed to the point of staggering and almost fell into the arms of the Ninth Prince. Fortunately, he grabbed the back of the chair in time to avoid sitting directly on his wound. The cheeks of the two were very close, and it seemed that they could smell each other's breath, one with the familiar ambergris, the other with the familiar maltose, sweet, warm, and intoxicating. The ninth prince was almost addicted to it, unable to extricate himself from it, he was able to recover from the slightly frightened eyes of the young man, he pressed him down to sit beside him, and kicked his leg towards the attendant, "It's just a servant. , and dare to do something to the nobles, who gave you the courage?" He completely forgot that he was pretending to be disabled at the moment, and his actions were hundreds of times faster than before.
Isn't that the courage you gave to the ninth highness? The crowd murmured in their hearts, but did not dare to speak out. Everyone in the capital knew that His Highness Ninth was the most arrogant, and the servants around him were also superior to others. Pushing and shoving a little-known noble boy is just doing it smoothly, even if he is not angry, he has to knock down his teeth and swallow blood. Who will let His Royal Highness protect the shortcoming
But now, who is close and who is not, who is inside and who is outside, and who is his weakness, it is already obvious that it is not the eunuch who served him as a child, but a young man who has only met for less than an hour. Xue Wangjing and the others were amazed in their hearts, and looked at the young man with admiration, but Zhao Yusong gritted his teeth secretly.
The valet was kicked out three feet away, lying on the ground and moaning intermittently, as if severely injured. The ninth prince was tired of even looking at it, and waved his hand, "When I go back, let him pack up and get out of the East Palace. I don't leave anything that I can't see beside me."
The accompanying guard complied with his promise, and gave the boy a deep look when he carried the person out. To be treated so differently by His Highness, what kind of magic does this person have? The so-called lack of eyesight is probably disrespectful to the youth, right? His Highness is telling them in disguise that this young master Zhao is under his wings, and no one can touch him except himself.
Youshu was also very surprised, and looked up and down at the master with round eyes. After the reincarnation of the master, it was completely different from the previous life, and his personality became so violent and unrestrained that he was somewhat similar to the original prince. It stands to reason that he grew up in a very favorable environment in his life, and he has not suffered any wind and rain, and he has parents who love and protect him. His personality should be more gentle and kind. Is it spoiled
You Shu felt inexplicably funny, so she couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips. Even if the master's personality changed drastically, he never doubted that the ninth prince was not his reincarnation. It is not uncommon for him to be able to come to Daxia from six hundred years later, and become Zhao Youshu, and it is not unusual for his master to become the ninth prince. The important thing is that their lives can be continued, and they can meet in the sea of people in endless years. Isn't this a very beautiful thing
The ninth prince seemed to have discovered something amazing, staring at the young man, unable to bear to blink, before he blushed for a long time and said, "You, you actually have dimples!" The smile was so cute that his heart followed. Trembling, I wish I could pull it into my arms and poke it, lick it, and see if it is as soft as rice cakes and sweet as honey.
You Shu covered her cheeks with a weird expression. There are people with dimples all over the street, why does the master seem to have never seen it before? Don't people in the palace have dimples
The two looked at each other in an intimate and eccentric atmosphere. With the valet as a lesson from the past, others naturally dared not bother to disturb him. When Shu slightly turned his head to hide the embarrassment and started licking the candied haws, Xue Wangjing hesitated, "Your Highness, will your leg be cured?" Judging from the ruthlessness with which you kicked people before, it doesn't look like you were seriously injured.
He didn't dare to say the last sentence, turned to look at Youshu, and said politely, "Young Master Zhao, please help His Highness to see the leg injury. If it blistered, you have to deal with it immediately, otherwise it will be infected."
The medical level in ancient times was very low. Colds and fevers could kill people, not to mention wound infections. Youshu felt tight in her heart, and hurriedly bent over to lift the hem of the master's clothes, and wanted to take off his boots and rolled up his trousers, but because he was holding the candied haws in his right hand, he didn't know where to put them.
A long string of sticky sticks is placed on the table for fear of getting dirty, and there is no place to insert it. Tell him to throw it away, and he can get jealous with you. Seeing that the young man was in a hurry and turned around because of a bunch of candied gourds, many people laughed secretly, especially Xue Wangjing, who turned his back and shrugged his shoulders, obviously holding back, but wickedly refusing to lend a hand.
"If there's no place to put it, just throw it away. Could it be that a bunch of candied haws are more important than the injury of His Highness Ninth Highness?" Zhao Yusong scolded in a deep voice, and did not say to help his cousin to take it, because the maltose had melted and flowed down the stick. To the fingertips of the teenager, it looked very sticky and disgusting.
At the same time, the ninth prince said softly, "Give it to this king, this king will help you." The words ended with a gloomy glance at Zhao Yusong. He didn't think much about it before, but now that I think about it, I realize that the relationship between the two brothers seems to be very bad, otherwise Zhao Yusong wouldn't have repeatedly slandered Youshu in front of him and told them to almost miss it!
If Xue Wangjing hadn't proposed to tease You Shu, or if he had been bored and wanted to have some fun recently, he would certainly have disdain for those villains who tended to be flamboyant. And Youshu just followed her father back to Beijing to report to work. After the evaluation period, she would leave Beijing again. Maybe she would get married in two or three years. What's wrong with him
Thinking of this, the ninth prince broke down in cold sweat, and his heart was even more uncertain, and he was very afraid. Soon, he remembered that because of Zhao Yusong's slanderous words, he had a very bad impression of You Shu before. Before he pushed the door and entered, it seemed that he had said something extremely hurtful
The ninth prince tried hard to recall, and became more and more nervous and embarrassed. He actually satirized You Shu in front of so many people for being grandstanding and having a dirty mind. How could he use the word "dirty" to describe the misty and ethereal youth? Damn it! Really, the lard is blinded, or the brain is flooded!
Zhao Yusong, what resentment does this king have with you? You want to destroy this king like this? This year is seventeen and the ninth prince, who will soon become the prince of Xia Qi, tastes the taste of defeat for the first time, and deeply realizes the anger of wanting to strip a person alive.
But before that, he had to explain the misunderstanding, otherwise how would you think of him? No wonder he was full of grievances when he saw him, and was very cautious and afraid.
The ninth prince was at war between heaven and man in his heart, and Youshu had already handed over the candied haws of his own accord, unaware of how daring it was to do so. He seems to have been separated from his master for more than 600 years, but in his memory he is only in the eight or nine months. The intimacy and tacit understanding that he has cultivated for many years will not disappear for a while.
The ninth prince took over the candied haws, and he didn't dislike the sticky maltose at all. In fact, he felt very satisfied with what he could do for the young man, even the most trivial things, as if he owed the young man in his previous life, and he must pay it back in this life.
The two of them interacted as a matter of course, but in the eyes of others, they were very strange and strange. The ninth prince suffers from a serious hygiene disorder, how can he help a stranger to get candy skewers? And it's still melting, licked countless times, the saliva-stained candy string. Does he like teenagers that much? Like each other to the extent that they are indistinguishable
Xue Wangjing stared at the young man who was squatting on the ground, taking off his shoes and rolling up his trousers for His Highness, and whispered, "Brother Cangji (Zhao Yusong's word), where did you come from as a little cousin? Have you met His Highness before? , it can't be 'so' to this point!"
It may be possible for others, but it is really unimaginable that this happened to the unruly and eccentric Ninth Highness. There must be some origin to this.
Zhao Yusong was also very upset by the sudden change. He wanted Youshu to retreat in spite of the difficulties, and took him as a laughing stock by the way, but when the ninth prince saw him, he was like a bee seeing a flower, sticking up uncharacteristically. Some Shu have never been with the ninth prince before, so they may not feel deeply, but these old people who have followed the ninth prince for more than ten years only feel that their horizons are widened and unbelievable.
"I don't know the inside story either." He shook the jade bone incense fan in his hand, and although he tried his best to hide it, there was still a bit of gloom in his eyes. Once the relationship between Youshu and His Highness Ninth becomes deep, the words he had derogated from Youshu before will definitely become a thorn in the heart of His Highness Ninth Highness, and he wants to pull it out quickly. Therefore, he cannot let the two continue to get along.
Zhao Yusong put away the bone fan while thinking about countermeasures in his mind, while Youshu gently lifted up his trousers to check the injury.
"How could it be so badly hurt?" Before Shu could speak, Xue Wangjing stepped forward with an anxious tone. Just now, His Highness Jiu Cai kicked a few times and looked very alive. He thought he was pretending, but it was much more serious than expected. Not only did he burn a lot of red, but also a few huge blisters appeared. Not to mention touching it, it hurts for him to look at.
You Shu was also surprised, her brows furrowed unconsciously. When he was in the research institute, he specialized in logistical work, and he was naturally familiar with handling wounds. Before waiting for the doctor to speak, he had already raised his sleeves and said slowly, "To get such a big blister, you have to poke a small hole with a needle to let the fluid out. It will heal quickly."
"Who, who will poke?" The doctor's teeth clucked. Not to mention asking him to use a needle to poke His Highness Ninth, even taking the pulse for His Highness will scare the soul away. One of his senior brothers was on duty in the imperial hospital. I heard that the most difficult person to serve was this master. He often beat the imperial physician half to death because of a small headache.
Youshu glanced at him strangely and said, "Of course I'm here to poke, you go and prepare the scald cream, which will be applied later." He was used to serving the master, but after more than 600 years, he still turned around for a while. However, Wan'er came and took the job to himself.
The doctor let out a long breath and hurriedly went to find the scald cream. You Shu washed her hands, picked a silver needle of suitable length and baked it on the candle.
Zhao Yusong sneered when he saw that he really refused to let this opportunity to flatter him. On the other hand, Xue Wangjing's impression of the young man has changed a lot. The worries and concerns in the eyes of the young man were not pretended at will. Not only did His Highness meet him at first sight, but his feelings for His Highness were also very deep. If these two really met for the first time, it could only be attributed to fate.
Fate is a very mysterious thing.
Seeing the young man want to take care of his wounds with his own hands, His Highness Ninth was very close, not to mention that he was only scalded with a few blisters, even if his whole body was scalded with a layer of flesh, he felt willing. He placed the injured leg on the low stool and said softly, "It's okay, take your time."
Youshu nodded in agreement, squatted down and looked at a few blisters, and asked worriedly, "Does it hurt?"
The ninth prince, who was still indifferent just now, immediately frowned, "It hurts, it hurts after a while." If it doesn't hurt, the young man probably won't worry about himself. In this case, it is better to ask him to take himself to heart.
The master not only has a fragile expression, but also has a very aggrieved tone. This is the first time You Shu has seen him. He has always thought that the master is strong and resolute, calm and capable, and also invincible and omnipotent, but now he is like a young boy who does not know how to hide his emotions, let alone arm himself.
No, he was wrong. The master was originally a young boy. He was only seventeen years old, and he was pampered. Youshu felt very fresh, looked at him several times, and couldn't help comforting, "As long as you drain the fluid and apply the medicine, you will be fine in three or four days, don't be afraid. But after you go back, thousands of Don't touch it with water, and don't break the outer skin, otherwise it will become inflamed."
He gently blows the blisters as he speaks, no matter his actions or tone, he seems to be coaxing a young and ignorant child.
This young master Zhao is too simple, right? How to talk to a lion in a tone that teases Beijing Ba? Not afraid of being torn to shreds? At this moment, Xue Wangjing's admiration for Youshu was like a surging river, and he gave a thumbs up to Zhao Yusong, who had a gloomy face, saying that Young Master Zhao's courage was the first in Beijing.
They all waited for His Highness Ninth Highness to go crazy, but unexpectedly His Highness Ninth slowly hooked his lips, and his eyes were shining, as if he was very happy.
"Okay, it won't get wet and won't break the skin." He even agreed, his tone was so gentle!
Everyone was shocked, but Yu Shu didn't feel anything. He carefully poked the blisters, and then gently wiped the overflowing fluid with sterilized cotton. The ninth prince raised the candied gourd and licked a few mouthfuls at the place where the boy had licked before. He hesitated for a while and then said slowly, "How old are you?"
"Sixteen." You Shu didn't lift her head.
"Is the case that you were framed in Lin'an Mansion over now?"
"It's over."
"How did it end?" The Ninth Prince's eyes flashed, revealing murderous intent.
"I don't know, it seems that several people involved have been exiled, right?" You Shu rolled her eyes, as if recalling. He didn't inquire about the follow-up, and naturally he didn't know the ending of everyone.
"It turned out to be just exile?" The ninth prince's tone increased, obviously dissatisfied with the result, and secretly made a note of the censor in his heart. After the laying was almost done, he slowly introduced the topic, and his tone was mixed with subtle apprehension, "You can see ghosts, is this true? Actually..."
In fact, there are a lot of talented people in this world, but it's just hell, there's nothing strange about it. I said before that you are grandstanding and filthy, and that's because I hear rumors and believe in favor of others, and that's why I have a bad impression on you. In the end, it's my narrow-mindedness, and I should apologize to you. If you could really see a ghost, would you be afraid? Will you have nightmares? I can take you to the temple to ask the eminent monk to resolve. If you feel afraid, you can also live in my East Palace. I am a noble man of heaven, and Xie Chong will definitely not dare to get close. I can protect you from any harm...
The Ninth Prince wanted to say a lot, but he was interrupted by the young man with only two words, "No, of course it's not true! I don't want to mention those things."
Youshu raised her head, glanced at her master quickly with her reddish eyes, and then hurriedly lowered her head. He almost forgot, the master is very disgusted with the theory of ghosts and gods. Seeing that the master was injured, he actually lost his head again. How could he know that there were so many people present who wanted to share the master's worries and solve the problems. As an alien, an existence that is extremely easy to be feared, he should avoid it and hide it, otherwise he will end in a complete break like in his previous life.
Thinking like this, Youshu couldn't help speeding up her movements, Bai Jing's little face turned up, her brows were furrowed, and she looked very serious and serious.
The ninth prince clearly felt the alienation and vigilance emanating from the young man, and he was both apprehensive and annoyed. This annoyance was not due to the rudeness of the young man, but his previous nonsense. How could he judge a person without meeting him? Simply stupid!
The young man seems to be very shy about that matter, and it can be seen that he has kept his nonsense in his heart. What can I do? For the first time, the ninth prince experienced the feeling of being overwhelmed and at a loss. He racked his brains for a while, but he didn't dare to open his mouth at will, even if he said something wrong and stabbed the young man's lung tube.
So he could only change the subject rigidly, hoping that after a long time, the young man could slowly calm down. He glanced up and down at the young man, and said softly, "Do you like wearing flowers?" If an ordinary man wore this kind of dress, he would feel disgusted, and then asked the guard to strip off the other party's men's and women's clothes on the spot. The young man is very pleasing to the eye when he wears it.
The bright red and purple peony set off his already lustrous little face even more radiantly, with a camellia on his temples and a gem on his forehead, not only is not fancy, but more shows the vigor and beauty of the youth. Unparalleled. He has a pleasing good-looking appearance, and a sweet temperament that is eye-catching and heart-stopping.
Even if the ninth prince is allowed to look at this face for a lifetime, he will not get bored.
Youshu doesn't care about her fancy clothes, others can laugh if they want, just let them go. However, if he made a fool of himself and appeared in front of his master, his little heart could not stand it, and emotions such as shyness, annoyance, and regret would flood up. He immediately took off the camellia on his temples and said with a red face, "No, I don't like it. My mother insisted that I wear it."
The boy's cheeks were blushing, his eyes were wet, and he looked even more gorgeous than before. This shy little appearance was also ten million times more lovely than his previous indifference and alienation. The dark cloud in the ninth prince's heart dissipated in an instant, and he grabbed a few camellias that were about to be destroyed and put them back on his temples. He also carefully adjusted the angle and said sincerely, "Your mother is very discerning, this flower is very suitable. You. Youshu is indeed a beauty."
There is a Shu in my family who is indeed a beauty. The once familiar ridicule coincides strangely with this sentence, making Youshu's expression dazed for a moment. When he was in a daze, the ninth prince quickly stretched out his hand, poked the young man's dimples, and then hid his fingertips in his sleeves, grinding it gently.
The hand feels better than I imagined, and it is a worthwhile trip to meet You Shu today.
You Shu was poked back into his soul, and he hurriedly bowed his head and quickly dealt with the wound. He repeatedly reminded his master that he didn't need strange aliens with abilities, so he slowly became calm, spread the ointment evenly, and bandaged the wound, urging, "Okay, you can go back to the palace."
The ninth prince frowned and retorted, "Go back to the palace? What kind of palace? This king just came out of the palace. Let's go and go shopping on the street."
How long did it take to know each other before we separated? The time was too fast for him to accept it. Not to mention that if only a few blisters were scalded, even if he broke his leg, he would have to wait with the teenager to give the keys to the palace before turning around. No, it's best to ask the emperor tomorrow to allow him to build a mansion outside the palace, so that he can meet the boy every day.