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

Imperial Palace, west wing of the main courtyard.

Mo Zhaohua and Wuying cooperated tacitly and gave acupuncture to Chu Xuanchi.

"The imperial physician's special medicine is indeed effective. The master's leg wound has been festering for years, but it has improved visibly in the past few days."

Wuying looked at Chu Xuanchi's wound, which had been festering and oozing pus but had now scabbed over, and she finally saw hope.

"Even if I were to treat it, it might not be so fast. It seems that it was specially developed for my husband's leg injury."

Mo Zhaohua had already seen that this ointment was extremely effective. If it were not inconvenient, she would have wanted to ask the imperial physician for the prescription in case of emergency.

However, since this is a medicine jointly developed by the Court Envoy and the Court Judge, ordinary imperial doctors probably don't have the prescription and can only ask those two for it.

"Is Zhaozhao grateful?" Seeing that she praised the ointment from the Imperial Hospital so much, Chu Xuanchi was afraid that she had forgotten who had harmed her like this.

"Grateful?" Mo Zhaohua sneered, "If it wasn't for your majesty's intention, my husband wouldn't have to endure this pain. Now I only have hatred."

Whenever she thought of what Emperor Wenzong did to Chu Xuanchi, she would think of Mo Yun. They were a couple who shared the same suffering, and she hated both of them.

"Princess, you are worried about the master." Wuying was relieved, "That's great, the master is loved by someone now."

Mo Zhaohua smiled and said, "Hasn't the prince been loved by you for a long time? You even treat him better than I do."

Wuying shook his head repeatedly in denial, "How can I be better than the princess? Besides, it's not the same. I am just a servant after all."

Mo Zhaohua's voice suddenly became stern, and his words were serious and solemn, "No, you have never been servants, but subordinates."

There is an essential difference between servants and subordinates. The former are slaves while the latter are not. Instead, they are different in status and rank.

From the day Chu Xuanchi sent Yueying to the Shangshu Mansion, she no longer treated Yueying as a servant, but as his subordinate.

It's his, not hers!

It was not until they got married that he became their common subordinate.

Wuying was a tall and strong man, but his eyes turned red at this moment, "Princess..."

Mo Zhaohua said confidently: "When the prince recovers from his injury and can stand in the court, I will definitely fight for a place for you in Shengjing."

Wuying once followed Chu Xuanchi into the army, and now being a personal bodyguard is really a waste of her talent. She doesn't want him to live like this for the rest of his life.

Based on her understanding of Chu Xuanchi, she would definitely not let him do this. Now that she didn't let him leave, it was most likely that he didn't want to leave.

After all, Chu Xuanchi’s situation is so bad, and Wuying is a loyal person, how could he do such a thing as sharing the good times and running away when in trouble?

Chu Xuanchi sighed, "Wuying, you have followed me for so many years, but you don't understand my thoughts as well as the princess."

Mo Zhaohua had given him a big surprise just now. He had never told her about his future plans for Wuying, but she had already thought of it.

Wuying said respectfully: "Your Highness is teaching me that I am too narrow-minded, but for Your Highness, I dare not compare myself with the princess."

They talked about this for a while, and then Mo Zhaohua changed the subject, "Have your husband's internal injuries improved?"

Chu Xuanchi smiled and said, "Zhao Zhao diagnoses my pulse every day, is there any need for him to ask me?"

Mo Zhaohua explained, "From the pulse, it seems that he is much better, but I don't know much about martial arts, so I'm afraid there is something fishy going on."

When the assassin attacked before, she thought he was in great danger, but it turned out that he was more powerful than she thought because of his deliberate concealment.

Chu Xuanchi nodded, "Martial arts can indeed affect the pulse to a certain extent and disrupt diagnosis and treatment, but I won't do that to Zhao Zhao."

Mo Zhaohua was completely relieved. "Then I am relieved. My husband's external injuries will be healed before the New Year, and his internal injuries will also be healed."

As she spoke, she inserted needles, not for treatment, but for testing, to determine whether he had regained his pain sensation.

For people with normal legs, this injection will cause them to scream in pain, so it is best used for testing, which she does every day.

Normally, Chu Xuanchi had no reaction after the acupuncture, but today he frowned slightly.

Mo Zhaohua was overjoyed and gave him another injection, "Does it hurt, my husband?"

Chu Xuanchi was also somewhat delighted, "I do feel a little bit."

Wuying was very excited and asked anxiously, "This means that the master has felt pain, right, Princess?"

Chu Xuanchi reminded, "Don't get excited. The princess is a miraculous doctor. Isn't it reasonable that the treatment will be effective?"

Mo Zhaohua smiled brightly, "How come my husband is so calm now? I thought he would be very excited."

"Ahem... Those who are close to vermilion will become red, and those who are close to ink will become black. Those who are close to the princess of the divine doctor will naturally learn to face the improvement of their injuries calmly."

Mo Zhaohua used him as an example, "Very good, Wuying, you have to do the same, so that you won't be exposed in front of others in the future, do you understand?"

Wuying responded in a resounding voice, "Yes, I will keep this in mind in the future."

***

It's quiet at night.

Prince Jin's Mansion, study room.

Duan Jin and Duan Yin had just finished reporting the matter.

The King of Jin asked, "The Sixth Prince's concubine's belly is getting bigger and bigger. Is it possible that the person you arranged for me can be used now?"

Duan Jin replied: "The surveillance in Wutong Garden was too strict, and I couldn't find an opportunity."

King Jin asked again, "What about the situation in Mingyueju? Can Yuchi Jiyue really let a bitch give birth to a firstborn son?"

Duan Jin said: "Princess Qi really doesn't seem to care. She treats concubines very well and often sends gifts to Wutong Garden."

"Send something?" King Jin thought to himself, "Isn't that a good opportunity? Add some ingredients, and Yuchi Jiyue will bear the consequences."

Duan Jin denied it, "Princess Qi never sent food, only cloth and jewelry. Our people had no chance to tamper with it."

King Jin was instantly furious, "Waste, all of them are waste, they can't even protect their own young master, and they can't get rid of other people's evil offspring."

Duan Jin immediately knelt down and said, "Master, please calm down. It is my incompetence."

King Jin ordered in a cold voice, "Hurry up and find a way to kill that evil creature as soon as possible. This king will not keep idle people, let alone useless people."

He vented his anger for a few words and then stopped the matter for the time being. He turned to ask about Li Ying's situation, "Has there been any movement in Lantingyuan recently?"

It was Duan Yin who answered, "No, the princess, apart from taking care of the affairs of the palace, stays at home as usual."

King Jin frowned, "Could it be that Xiyue's miscarriage really had nothing to do with her?"

Duan Jin said: "I have not found any connection between the princess and the slave horse so far. The two of them have probably never met."

King Jin yawned and said, "Forget it. I am tired. I will go back to the courtyard to rest first."

Duan Yin asked respectfully, "Master, are we going to the Moon Viewing Pavilion?"

King Jin's face darkened, "No, it's been so long since the abortion, and she's still crying. I'm upset. How can I be interested?"

Duan Yin asked again, "Someone sent two beauties to the mansion a few days ago. Would you like me to pick one to serve the master in the front yard?"

King Jin lazily stood up and said, "There are only two of them. What's there to pick? Let them all come to the front yard and serve me together."

Duan Yin responded immediately, "Yes, Master."