Was the whole group wiped out in the previous life? Reborn to drag the crippled king into the bridal

Princess Jiazhen is Chu Xuanhan’s biological sister. She married a prince of Nanzhao and lived a good life in Nanzhao in her previous life.

Chu Xuanhan once went deep into the peace talks between Nanzhao and she also mediated. After the peace talks were successful, this became his political achievement.

Although Mo Zhaohua hopes that a ceasefire can be reached in southern Xinjiang, she does not want this to become Chu Xuanhan's achievement and help him win the throne.

Chu Xuanchi didn't know much. "I heard that she gave birth to a pair of smart children, and they were very popular with the prince."

The harem is not allowed to interfere in state affairs. In her previous life, whether as a crown princess or a queen, Mo Zhaohua did not know much about state affairs.

He knew even less about Nan Zhao's situation, so he asked Chu Xuanchi, "Does that prince have a chance to seize the throne?"

Chu Xuanchi looked at her with interest, "Nan Zhao is now the crown prince regent, and the prince's chances of winning the throne are slim."

He had already been surprised that she knew medical skills, and now she was concerned about the state affairs of Nanzhao, which made her even less like a girl reclusive.

"Why, Zhao Zhao is also interested in the state affairs of Nan Zhao?" The Duke of Fuguo once tested her because of her analysis of the current situation.

The result of the test was that his granddaughter was as capable as any man and worthy of being a member of the Rong family, which made him love her even more.

Mo Zhaohua was concerned about whether Princess Jiazhen would help Chu Xuanhan. "No, Zhao Zhao is just curious about the fate of the princess who will be married to a foreign country."

"The marriage with Nan Zhao is fine, but the marriage with Xi Yan and Bei Rong has suffered many misfortunes. A few days ago, they even thought of marrying again."

During the reign of the previous emperor, the princesses of the two countries who were married off all had a bad end, and the Duke of Fuguo mentioned that he couldn't help but feel sorry for them.

Mo Zhaohua thought of those poor princesses again, "As long as they have the upper hand, they will try to marry the princesses off to other countries."

Chu Xuanchi looked solemn, "Only if we lose the war will the princess be allowed to marry. They are trying to make us admit defeat in various ways."

The atmosphere in the study room became heavy. Mo Zhaohua glanced at the clepsydra and took the opportunity to change the subject, "It's almost time to remove the needle."

Chu Xuanchi and Duke Fuguo looked at each other and stopped talking about the war. Instead, they asked about Duke Fuguo's subsequent treatment.

"In the first month, it is best to give acupuncture every other day. In the second month, you can change it to once every three days, and then gradually reduce it."

This is the treatment plan, but Mo Zhaohua cannot come every other day. Moving around too frequently could easily arouse suspicion.

"Since it is not convenient for us to move around frequently, Zhao Zhao can only try his best to come more often, but grandpa must take his medicine on time."

Before she left for her last short stay, she wrote a prescription and taught the Fuguogong's confidant how to decoct the medicine, and told him to drink it on time every day.

The Duke of Fuguo really wanted his headache to be cured, so he cooperated very well. "Don't worry, three times a day, I won't miss even one."

"Okay, all the needles have been removed. You should sleep for an hour first, and then take the medicine as usual. Zhao Zhao will give you acupuncture when there is a chance."

Mo Zhaohua cleaned the silver needle, put it back into the wooden box, and was about to put it back on the bookshelf when Chu Xuanchi called her.

"Zhao Zhao, if you treat me, do you need to use silver needles?" He had just made an important decision.

Since Mo Zhaohua's illness can only be treated by shaking the brain marrow even by the imperial physician, there are other methods, and perhaps he can really be cured.

So he wanted to give it a try. After all, she had seen him in such a miserable state too many times. He believed that she would not be disgusted even if she saw his legs.

"I have never diagnosed your husband, so I don't know the extent of his injury, but I heard that he has no feeling in his legs, so I guess he probably needs treatment."

Mo Zhaohua had treated him in her previous life and was very clear about his injuries, but she had to find an excuse, otherwise wouldn’t she have become a deity?

Chu Xuanchi carefully concealed his nervousness and pretended to be calm, "Then take the silver needle and let's go back to Luofengju."

Mo Zhaohua didn't expect him to agree so quickly. He thought it would take time, and his eyes lit up with joy.

She held the wooden box and said goodbye to the Duke of Fuguo, "Okay, then grandpa will go back to the courtyard to rest, and my husband and I will also go back."

The Duke of Fuguo also hoped that she could cure Chu Xuanchi's legs. "Go ahead. If you need anything, just go find your mother and aunt."

***

Luofengju.

Mo Zhaohua and Chu Xuanchi entered the bedroom.

Wuying and Yueying stood guard outside and did not allow anyone to enter.

"Husband, are you sure you want Zhao Zhao to treat you today? It's best not to force things like this."

Mo Zhaohua was naturally happy to treat Chu Xuanchi, but she also needed the patient's willing cooperation.

"No, I'm willing to do it, but Zhao Zhao, you have to be mentally prepared. I'm afraid you'll be scared."

Chu Xuanchi put his hands on his legs, so he could pull up his trouser legs at any time to show her the miserable state of his legs.

Mo Zhaohua soothed softly, "Don't worry, my husband. Zhao Zhao is not afraid. Facing the wound calmly is the most basic requirement for a doctor."

If a doctor is afraid to face a bleeding and festering wound, how can he clean and examine the wound?

Chu Xuanchi tightened his hands and grabbed his pants, "My legs are really ugly, please don't dislike them, okay?"

Mo Zhaohua squatted down in front of him, put his hands on the back of his hands, stroking them gently, and looked up at him with gentle eyes.

"Zhao Zhao does not despise me. The wounds are the testimony of my husband's service to the country and the people. The scars are medals of honor. They are all my husband's merits."

"Thank you Zhaozhao..." Chu Xuanchi held her hand with his backhand, then let go and pulled up his pants.

As the trouser legs slowly moved up, a hint of black was revealed. Those were the trousers that Chu Xuanchi had specially worn inside.

He had to apply medicine every day, which would stain his pants, so he wore an extra pair of pants inside and tied a belt underneath.

Because it is black, whether it is stained with blood or ointment, at least it doesn't look so disgusting.

Mo Zhaohua saw him bending down to untie the belt and begged in a low voice, "Husband, can you let Zhao Zhao help you?"

Chu Xuanchi paused, took a deep breath, and then responded, "Okay, Zhao Zhao will see it eventually..."

Since you have decided to let her treat you, then don't be timid anymore. After all, you are a seven-foot-tall man, how can you be like this?

Mo Zhaohua untied the belt of his trousers, lifted up the trouser legs and slowly pulled them up, revealing a pair of legs that were covered in scars and ulcers.

There was a green ointment on the wound, but it couldn't hide the terrible state of the wound, which was cracking, bleeding, and festering.

This was even more tragic than when she treated him in his previous life. At least his external injuries were better controlled at that time.

Mo Zhaohua's hands began to tremble, and he barely had the courage to continue lifting it. "It shouldn't be like this..."

Chu Xuanchi looked down at her and sighed softly, "What do you think Zhao Zhao should do?"

"This is just an external injury. Any imperial physician can control the injury. How can we let it get worse..."

Mo Zhaohua stopped talking abruptly. Of course the imperial physician could do it, but the people behind the imperial physician didn't want to see it.

Chu Xuanchi lowered his eyes, and his voice was already tinged with a hint of strangeness, "Why didn't Zhao Zhao say anything?"

Mo Zhaohua raised her head, her eyes filled with tears. She stood up and hugged Chu Xuanchi, sobbing distressedly, "Husband..."