Jade Without Fragrance

   Chapter 117 Crazy

  In the East Palace, the sound of smashing things hardly stopped, and the palace staff all walked lightly, not even daring to let out the air.

  Prince threw a teacup to the ground, feeling like a storm.

   Shit's treatment conditions are good, those imperial doctors are really capable, why can't they even use golden needles to relieve pain?

   His left hand is broken!

  The prince stared at his left arm, his face was extremely ugly, and when he took a few bites at dinner, he pushed all the cups to the ground.

   The left arm started to ache again.

   "Where's Mr. Wang?" The familiar pain shocked the prince and asked with a hiss.

   Wang Gui, who was close to the body, hurriedly said: "Report to Your Highness, Mr. Wang has just arrived—"

   "Let him come in and give me acupuncture!" The prince hurriedly interrupted Wang Gui's words.

   Soon, the real person Mingxin came to the prince, followed by the **** Liu Chuan.

   "Is Your Highness's left arm starting to hurt?" Mingxin Zhenren asked.

  The prince's face was gloomy: "Why didn't you come earlier, sir?"

   Faced with the Prince's question, Mingxin Zhenzhen looked calm: "Every body is different, and the time for acupuncture to relieve pain will be different. Caomin needs to find out the time interval for His Highness to recover from the pain after the first acupuncture, so as to facilitate the follow-up treatment."

  The prince's tone softened: "Mr. Wang, hurry up, I'm so sick!"

  Ren Mingxin raised his eyebrows slightly: "I can't stand it anymore? It shouldn't be, this interval can't reach this level."

  The prince's face turned black.

   "Mr. Wang, you'd better give His Highness acupuncture as soon as possible." It was the servant Wang Gui who spoke, and his voice was full of dissatisfaction.

  What's going on with this person, can the prince's daughter be the same as others?

  Mingxin Zhenren said with a serious face: "You must understand the actual situation of the injured so that it will not affect the follow-up treatment."

  The prince's expression distorted for a moment, as if he heard a slap in the face, he gritted his teeth and said, "I can bear it."

   He said, and gave Wang Gui a stern look.

  What a mouthful of dog minions!

  Wang Gui did not dare to say a word.

  Eldest **** Liu Chuan was silent, and handed the box containing the golden needles to Mingxin Zhenren: "Can Mr. Wang start?"

   The real Mingxin nodded slightly, and stabbed the golden needle into the prince's left arm skillfully.

  The pain gradually disappeared.

   If it was the first time that the golden needle was used to relieve the pain, the prince had no time to think about it because of his doubts and the irritability caused by the long-term pain. This time, he clearly felt the pain relief, which made him finally realize the importance of Mingxin and being a real person.

   Looking at the immortal old man, he asked with a glimmer of hope, "Can a genius doctor like Mr. Wang cure my left hand?"

  Mingxin Zhenren bowed his head slightly: "The human body is the most complicated, and no one can determine how it recovers."

   Didn't hear what he wanted to hear, and the crown prince became irritable again. As soon as Mingxin Zhenren left, he kicked a small scorpion.

  Xiao Zifei landed at the door, startling the princess who had just walked here.

  When the prince saw the princess, his face immediately turned cold: "What are you doing here?"

  Prince Concubine's heart was tight, but she bravely walked in: "Is Your Highness better?"

  If she could, she would love to stay away from this lunatic, but she couldn't.

  How to deal with the Marquis of Wuning is still in the emperor's thoughts. If she ignores the prince, it will undoubtedly make the emperor even more dissatisfied.

  Princess Princess walked in front of the Prince with concern on her face.

  The prince looked at it and felt disgusted: "I said, I don't want to see you."

  There are also palace servants in the house. The Crown Princess was a little embarrassed to hear this: "His Royal Highness, this happened purely by accident. You are injured, and I feel more uncomfortable than you—"

"Fart!" Apparently there was no pain after acupuncture, but for some reason, the prince's string called reason became more easily broken, "It was me who was injured, and it was me who was scraping the bone to cure the poison. The pain was too painful to eat or sleep. Or me, how can you say that you are more uncomfortable than me? Is it just your mouth?"

   First was assassinated, then the pain of gouging out the flesh, and then being told that his left hand would be disabled. It was already enough grievance and pain, and this **** even said nice words.

   Does he really think he is a fool who will soften his heart after listening to a few coaxing words?

  The Prince's expression was ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot, and an exclamation sounded in his ears: "His Royal Highness!"

  The prince returned to his senses, only to find that the princess was pinched by his right hand on the neck against the red lacquer pillar at some point, and beside him was the terrified inner servant Wang Gui.

  The other palace servants lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word.

   Originally, the prince was about to let go when he woke up, but at this moment, the princess' survival instinct overwhelmed her fear, and she bent her knees and bumped into the prince under the subconscious struggle.

   The severe pain made the prince lose his mind instantly, and his eyes were filled with madness: "Bitch, slut..."

   Wang Gui looked at the white-eyed Crown Princess and turned around anxiously.

   "Your Highness, Your Highness cannot—"

  The prince who was immersed in madness kicked the inner servant who wanted to pull but didn't dare.

  Wang Gui got up and saw that the crown prince was struggling, so he went out and hugged the prince's legs: "His Royal Highness, stop now, the crown prince is dying!"

   In a hurry, his voice was high and shrill, finally pulling back the prince's reason.

  The bloodshot eyes returned to clarity, and the sight was the twisted face of the Crown Princess.

  The prince shivered and let go of the right hand that was holding the princess' neck.

  The princess who lost her support slowly slid down the red lacquer pillar to the ground, tilting her head silently.

  The prince blinked, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

   "Wang Gui!" he shouted, his voice trembling.

  Wang Gui trembled: "The slave is here."

  The prince pointed to the person on the ground: "Go check it out."

   Wang Gui responded, cautiously approached and squatted down, reaching out to probe the princess's breath.

  The Crown Prince stared intently, seeing that Wang Gui's hand that had just touched the Crown Princess's nose was scalded and quickly retracted.

   "His Royal Highness, the Crown Princess, she seems to be out of breath!" Wang Gui knelt and crawled over, bursting with tears.

  Prince took a few steps back and fell on the bed.

   There was no more violent struggle, and several palace servants in the house seemed to be absent, only the prince's breathing and Wang Gui's sobbing.

  The prince couldn't help but look at the people on the ground.

  The Crown Princess was lying on her side, her exposed face facing his direction.

  It was a pair of eyes wide open to the extreme.

  The prince retracted his gaze like a needle and looked at his right hand.

  He strangled the Crown Princess with one hand?

   Up to now, the prince still has a feeling of dreaming, he can't remember how to move his hand, and he can't remember how the anger that made him lose his mind rose.

   His mind was blank, and he even felt that it was not him who had just started.

   Looking at the prince with a sullen expression, Wang Gui asked, "Your Highness, do you want to hire an imperial physician—"

   "No way!" The prince snorted and glanced at the princess subconsciously.

After    slowed down, the prince held the bed frame and tightened the gauze curtain: "Everyone is dead, why should the imperial doctor do it? Wang Gui, I will leave it to you later."

"Yes……"

   At this time, the real Mingxin who rested in the East Palace took out an ordinary gold needle from the bun, put it on his lips and blew it.

   (end of this chapter)