spoiled to death

Qiuji carefully placed Yuwenjing on the edge of the bed, and then ran to Xiyuan.

Probably because the loss of pain sensation made Yu Wenjing feel a little flustered, she subconsciously grabbed her wrist when Qiu Ji left.

Qiu Ji turned her head and sat next to Yu Wenjing, her voice also slowed down: "What's the matter, Miss? Does it hurt?"

She thought to herself that Yu Wenjing must be in pain to be like this, but she didn't want Yu Wenjing to panic because she didn't feel pain.

Yu Wenjing shook his head, then let go of his hand: "It's okay, you can go to Doctor Lin."

Qiu Ji was confused by Yu Wenjing's weird temper, so he had no choice but to go out to find a doctor.

When Dr. Lin came, he looked at the injury and found it was not serious at all, so he helped Yu Wenjing carefully bandage it with medicine, and then he suddenly said with emotion: "Miss has really grown up, you used to like to cry when you were injured, and you always cried." Lose your temper, it's so quiet today."

Yuwenjing frowned again, not wanting Qiuji to hear what she said, so she said to Qiuji who was standing beside her, "Go to the kitchen and bring me the leftover sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by Master Xie."

Qiuji nodded, and glanced at the fine wound on Yuwenjing's foot for a moment, almost overflowing with distress.

After Qiuji left, Yu Wenjing whispered to the doctor, "Uncle Lin, I don't seem to feel the pain anymore, please help me see if I'm poisoned."

Uncle Lin was startled. He took the silver needle and pricked a point on Yuwenjing's calf. Seeing that Yuwenjing didn't respond, he immediately became nervous and said, "Miss, I want to take some blood from you to see." .”

After he finished speaking, he pricked the flesh on Yu Wenjing's leg, and then opened the window next to the bed.

After the window was opened, the summer light immediately filled the room. Under the sunlight, the drop of blood on Yu Wenjing's leg was blue and purple, colorful and shiny.

Dr. Lin was so angry that his eyes popped out: "It's too much! It's too much! How could anyone dare to do something like this, and even kill the lady."

Yu Wenjing seemed relatively calm: "What poison?"

Dr. Lin was already angry: "It must be Wushisan, the blood will show colorful colors, and after taking a large amount, the five senses will soon be lost."

"Is there an antidote?"

Dr. Lin nodded: "Miss poisoning is still early, it should be less than a day, and it is easy to eradicate. Fortunately, miss, you are keen to find out early, otherwise I don't know what to do... No, this kind of thing must be told to the general. Someone dares to lay such a poisonous hand on you."

Yu Wenjing's pupils constricted slightly, and the Seventh Prince's meaningful eyes outside the palace gate and the peach blossom cake from last night all flashed at the same time.

According to her original personality, she would definitely find out the person who dared to rape her with great fanfare, but she thought of Yuwen Nianrong's instructions yesterday, so she temporarily gave up the investigation.

Then she raised her head and sneered: "Uncle Lin, that's it, just get rid of the poison, don't say anything, I have my own plan."

"Miss!"

"Okay, you go to prepare the antidote."

Uncle Lin wanted to say something, but knew that he couldn't handle Yu Wenjing's temper, so he immediately went back to dispense the medicine with his things.

Yu Wenjing sat on the bed alone, unable to figure out what the Seventh Prince would do for him.

Although I have a very close relationship with the empress, there is no need to attack myself.

Although she has a delicate mind, she grew up under the influence of sex after all, and has no research on the complicated human heart, so she can only roughly know that it has something to do with Yuwen Nianrong.

When Qiu Ji came in, he saw Yu Wenjing thinking deeply alone, his frowning brows were cast a golden shadow by the sunlight outside the window, and his almost transparent pupils were also reflected in the color of golden sand.

Then she lowered her head and held the plate in her hand: "Miss, sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Yu Wenjing nodded, thinking that it would be best if the little aunts and the others would be the only ones to talk about this kind of thing, she said to Qiu Ji after thinking about it: "Order, prepare the sedan chair, I want to enter the palace."

Qiu Ji froze for a moment, had no choice but to put down the plate, turned around and went out to look for Butler Liu again.

Doctor Lin prepared the medicine and delivered it soon. Yu Wenjing still emphasized that he was not allowed to tell his father, and after taking the medicine, he was ready to enter the palace directly.

Her foot was injured, although it was not serious, but she didn't want to touch the ground, so Butler Liu carried her into the sedan chair.

When he was about to get into the sedan chair, Yu Wenjing patted Steward Liu to make him stop, turned his head to look at Qiu Ji, and said suddenly: "You come with me, you want to come with me."

Qiuji seemed a little surprised when he heard the words, but got on the sedan chair obediently.

The guards outside the gate of the palace will not stop Yu Wenjing, she has the emperor's permission, and is favored by the empress and the eldest princess, entering the palace is as easy as entering a house.

Originally, it was a good opportunity for the two of them to get to know each other alone in the sedan chair, but Yuwenjing was really anxious and messed up today, so he didn't talk to Qiuji much on the way, just chatting casually. Probably the content is to ask Qiu Ji if he slept well last night and if he had eaten.

If it was normal, she would not appear so indifferent.

When he arrived at Qianning Palace, Yu Wenjing asked a bearer to carry him in, and when he went in, Li Miao happened to be here too.

She immediately jumped off the bearer's back, and ran over directly on the soft carpet with her bandaged feet.

Yuwen Nianrong understood Yuwen Jing's preferences, so Qianning Palace was always clean and the ground was soft.

"Great, Miaomiao, you are here."

Yuwen Nianrong looked at the sun outside, and jokingly said: "Jing'er, why did you come so early? Usually you are still resting in the mansion at this time?"

As she spoke, she immediately ordered someone to bring tea and pastries to Ran Ran.

Li Miao looked at Yu Wenjing from the side, and was about to speak, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw a hesitant person outside the temple gate in the distance.

She lowered her eyes, a thoughtful and resentful expression appeared on her face for a moment, and was suppressed for a moment, and then she asked Yu Wenjing in a low voice: "Jing'er? Is that... Qiuji?"

Yu Wenjing nodded, with a happy expression on his face: "Yes, it's new."

What else did Li Miao want to ask, but Yu Wenjing didn't want to continue this topic, she anxiously said to Yu Wen Nianrong: "Little aunt, I think that Seventh Prince wants to poison me."

"What?" Yuwen Nianrong was originally reading a military book. When she heard the words, she closed her hands and pressed down on the table with one hand. She wanted to touch Yuwen Jing's forehead with the other hand, and her tone was a little ferocious, "Jing Son, are you all right? Where did you hurt?"

"No, no." Yu Wenjing said quickly, "I was cut this morning, but I didn't feel any pain. After Dr. Lin saw it, he said that I had been hit by Wushisan, which is a kind of medicine that can make people lose their five senses. □."

Yuwen Nianrong paused, with a weird look on his face: "Then are you seriously cut?"

After Yu Wenjing shook her head, she was relieved, and then asked: "Then since you came to my place, you should have been detoxified, right?"

Yu Wenjing nodded again: "So I thought to myself that I will tell you this kind of thing in person, little aunt, do you know what Wushisan is?"

Yuwen Nianrong lowered her eyelashes, she couldn't be more clear, in the past, she used a very small amount of colorless and odorless five stone powder to deal with every pregnant concubine.

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