There's A Beauty

The sitting doctor in the medical hall has never seen such a battle.The son of Duke Dingguo and the grandson of Prime Minister Zhao lead the way, followed by a group of honorable children, surrounded by two teenagers aged [-] or [-], one is sweating profusely, the other has difficulty walking Painful, as if suffering from some serious illness.

He waited here all day long, seeing many people coming and going, and he was quite discerning, so he suddenly became nervous.Xue Shizi and Mr. Zhao are both His Highness the Ninth Prince's companions, and there are a few white-faced and beardless eunuchs among these people. Could it be that the injured person is the Ninth Highness?

My mother!How could you be so unlucky today?His Highness Guan Jiu was in unbearable pain and couldn't move an inch, he must be extremely ill, and he ran to him before he could go back to the palace in time, if he couldn't cure him by himself, he would be beheaded!Thinking of this, the doctor felt terrified, and trembled a few times when he stood up, wishing he could bow his head and beg this Bodhisattva to go to another place by the way.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, the young man who helped him pointed to the hem of His Royal Highness Jiu's clothes and said, "Doctor, show him, he's been burned here." Then he stuck out his tongue and licked the candied haws again and again, with a very serious attitude laid back.

The doctor let out a breath when he heard this, his heart was burnt?It turned out to be just a burn?Then why His Highness the Ninth Prince looks like he has broken his leg, even when he sits down, his whole body is limp, and one hand needs to be firmly pressed on the young man's shoulder, as if this is the only way to suppress the pain.

He didn't quite believe the young man's words, but he didn't have the guts to turn His Highness Jiu out, so he quickly knelt down and lifted His Highness's clothes, wanting to see the wound.

The Ninth Prince hated others approaching him the most, kicked him away, pointed at Youshu and said, "Come and help me see."

Youshu felt that there was nothing wrong with her when she sent the people there. She was licking the candied haws by herself, and pointed at herself with round eyes when she heard this, with a very puzzled expression.

"What about you, why are you still in a daze, hurry up and help His Highness take a look!" The valet quickly stepped forward and pushed the young man.Others are dying of anxiety, why is this person still in the mood to eat?If His Royal Highness Ninth Prince hadn't been stubborn and didn't like to be touched by outsiders, even the personal eunuchs like them had to keep a distance of more than three feet, he would have rushed over!

The last time His Highness only had a fever for three days, half of the attendants of the Eastern Palace were killed with a cane. If the burns are serious today, no one will be able to please them.

Youshu was pushed staggeringly and almost fell into the arms of the Ninth Prince. Fortunately, she grabbed the back of the chair in time to avoid sitting directly on his wound.The two people's cheeks were so close that they seemed to be able to 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 obsessed with it and couldn't extricate himself from it. He was able to regain his senses when he saw the slightly terrified eyes of the young man. He pushed him to sit beside him, and kicked his valet, "It's just a slave!" , you dare to attack the noble, who gave you the guts?" Completely forgetting that at this moment, I am pretending to be disabled, and my movements are hundreds of times faster than before.

Isn't it the courage given by Your Highness Ninth Prince?Everyone slandered in their hearts, but they dared not speak out.Everyone in Shangjing knew that His Royal Highness Ninth Prince acted the most insolently, and the servants around him were also superior to others. It was normal to scold concubines casually, and even first-rank officials dared to yell a few times.Pushing and shoving a little-known nobleman was just a matter of convenience, even if he felt angry, he would have to knock out his teeth and swallow his blood. Who would let His Highness Jiu protect his shortcomings?

But now, who is close and who is distant, who is inside and who is outside, who is his weakness, it is already obvious, it is not the eunuch who served him since childhood, but a young man who has only met for less than an hour.Xue Wangjing and the others were amazed and looked at the young man with admiration, but Zhao Yusong secretly gritted his teeth.

The servant was kicked three feet away, lying on the ground moaning intermittently, as if he was seriously injured.The Ninth Prince felt bored even looking at it, waved his hands and said, "When we get back, let him pack up and get out of the East Palace. I don't leave anything that I can't see around me."

The accompanying guards bowed their hands in agreement, and took a deep look at the young man when they carried him out.To be treated so differently by His Highness, what kind of magical power does this person have?The so-called lack of eyesight is probably disrespect to the young man, right?His Highness was telling them in a disguised form that this Young Master Zhao was already under his wing, and no one could touch him except himself.

Youshu was also very surprised, and looked up and down at the master with round eyes.After the master's reincarnation, he was completely different from his previous life, and his personality became so violent 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 had not suffered any wind and rain, and he was loved and protected by his parents, so his personality should be more gentle and kind.Is it spoiled?

Youshu found it funny for no reason, and couldn't help curling 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 surprising that I can come to Daxia from 600 years later and become Zhao Youshu, and my master becomes the Ninth Prince.The important thing is that their lives can be continued, and they can suddenly meet in the sea of ​​people in the endless years. Isn't this a very beautiful thing?

The Ninth Prince seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, staring at the young man, he couldn't bear to blink his eyes, and after a long time he blushed and said, "You, you have dimples!" His smile was so cute that his heart followed Trembling, I wish I could pull it into my arms, poke it, lick it, and see if it is as soft as rice cake and as sweet as honey.

Youshu covered her cheeks with a strange expression.There are people with dimples all over the street, why does the master act as if he has never seen it before?Don't people in the palace have dimples?

The two looked at each other in an intimate and weird atmosphere.With the attendant as a warning, others naturally dare not disturb. When Youshu turned her head slightly to cover up her embarrassment, and started licking candied haws, Xue Wangjing hesitated and said, "Your Highness, is your leg still healed?" If it doesn't, let's go. Judging by the viciousness with which you kicked someone 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 take a look at the leg injury. If there is a blister, you have to deal with it quickly, otherwise it will be infected."

The level of medical care in ancient times was very low. Colds and fevers could kill people, not to mention wound infections.Youshu's heart tightened, and she quickly bent down to lift the hem of his master's clothes, and wanted to take off his boots, and rolled up his trouser legs, but because he was holding a candied haws in his right hand, he didn't know where to put it.

There is a long string of sticky ones, put them on the table for fear of getting dirty, and there is no place to plug them in. Ask him to throw them away, and he will be jealous of you.Seeing the young man running around in a hurry because of a bunch of candied haws, many people secretly laughed, especially Xue Wangjing, who turned his back and shrugged his shoulders, obviously holding back, but unwilling to lend a helping hand maliciously.

"If there is no place to put it, just throw it away. Could a bunch of candied haws be more important than the injury of His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince?" Zhao Yusong scolded in a deep voice, and did not say to help his cousin get it, because Gein's maltose had already melted and flowed down the stick When it reached the boy's fingertips, it looked very sticky and disgusting.

At the same time, the Ninth Prince said softly, "Give it to me, I will get it for you." After finishing his sentence, he cast a gloomy glance at Zhao Yusong.He didn't think much about it before, but now that he thought about it, he realized that the relationship between the two brothers seemed to be very bad, otherwise Zhao Yusong wouldn't have repeatedly slandered Youshu in front of him, and made them almost miss it!

If Xue Wangjing hadn't proposed to tease Youshu, if he hadn't been bored and wanted to have some fun recently, he would have disdained to talk to such villains who are stalking others.Youshu, on the other hand, just returned to Beijing with her father to report on her work, and would leave Beijing after the evaluation period. Maybe she would get married in two or three years.What's the matter with him?

Thinking of this, the Ninth Prince was sweating all over his head and face, and his heart was even more terrified and terrified. He was grateful to Xue Wangjing for a while, and hated Zhao Yusong for a while!Soon, he remembered that because of Zhao Yusong's slanderous words, he had a very bad impression of Youshu before. Before he pushed the door in, it seemed, it seemed that he had said something extremely hurtful?

The Ninth Prince tried hard to remember, and became more nervous and embarrassed.In front of so many people, he satirized You Shu for grandstanding and dirty thoughts.How could he use the word "dirty" to describe a young man who was as ethereal as mist?Damn it!It's really lard that has blinded my heart, or my brain has been flooded!

Zhao Yusong, what kind of grudge does this king have against you?Are you going to destroy me like this?This year is seventeen, His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince, who will soon become Xia Qi's crown prince, tasted defeat for the first time, and deeply felt the anger of wanting to take a person alive.

But before that, he had to explain the misunderstanding clearly, otherwise what would Youshu think of him?No wonder he felt aggrieved when he saw him, and he was also very cautious and afraid.

The Ninth Prince was at war between heaven and man in his heart, and Youshu had already spontaneously handed over the candied haws, without realizing at all 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 it is only August and September. The intimacy and tacit understanding cultivated over the years will not disappear anytime soon.

The Ninth Prince took the candied haws, and he didn't dislike the sticky maltose at all.In fact, he feels very satisfied with what he can do for the young man, even the smallest thing, as if he owed the young man in the previous life and must pay it back in this life.

The interaction between the two is a matter of course, but it is very strange and strange to others.The Ninth Prince suffers from severe cleansing disease, how can he help strangers to get sugar skewers?And it's still almost melting, licked countless times, the sugar skewers covered with saliva.Does he like the boy that much?Do you like each other so much?

Xue Wangjing stared at the young man who was squatting on the ground, taking off his shoes and rolling his trousers for His Highness, and whispered, "Brother Cang Ji (Zhao Yusong's word), where did your little cousin come from? Have you met His Highness before? It's just like old friends at first sight." , can't be 'so' to this point!"

It might be possible for others, but it is unimaginable that this happened to the rebellious, eccentric and perverse Ninth Prince.There must be some source of this.

Zhao Yusong was also very unhappy by the sudden change.He wanted to let You Shu back out of the difficulties, so he made him a laughing stock, but when the Ninth Prince saw him, it was like a bee seeing a flower, sticking up uncharacteristically.Youshu has never been with the Ninth Prince, so she may not have a deep understanding of it, but these old people who have followed the Ninth Prince for more than ten years only feel that their eyes have been opened, which is unbelievable.

"I don't know the inside story." He shook the jade bone incense fan in his hand, although he tried his best to conceal it, there was still a gloomy look in his eyes.Once the relationship between You Shu and His Royal Highness Ninth Prince became deep, his previous words of belittling You Shu would definitely become a thorn in His Royal Highness Ninth Prince's heart, and he wanted to pull it out quickly.Therefore, he could not let the two continue to get along.

While putting away the bone fan, Zhao Yusong was thinking about countermeasures in his mind, while Youshu had already gently lifted up his master's trouser leg to check the injury.

"How could you be hurt so badly?" Before Youshu could speak, Xue Wangjing stepped forward quickly, with an anxious tone.Just now His Highness Ninth Highness kicked a few times, looking very lively, he thought he was faking, but unexpectedly it was much more serious than expected, not only was it hot red, but also had several huge bright blisters, Not to mention touching it, it hurts for him just looking at it.

Youshu was also surprised, her brows furrowed unconsciously.When he was in the research institute, he specialized in logistics work, and he was naturally familiar with wound care.Before the doctor could speak, he rolled up his sleeves and said slowly, "If you have a blister of this size, you have to poke a small hole with a needle to release the effusion. This will heal quickly."

"Who, who will poke?" The doctor's teeth chattered.Not to mention asking him to poke His Highness Ninth Highness with a needle, even taking His Highness's pulse would be frightening.He has a brother who is on duty in the imperial hospital, and I heard that the master is the most difficult to serve, and he often beats the imperial doctor to death because of minor problems such as headaches and brain fever.

Youshu gave him a strange look, and said, "Of course I'll poke it, you go and prepare the burn ointment, which will be applied later." Serving the master is used to it, even after more than 600 years, he still can't turn the corner for a while. Come on, and take care of the work on yourself.

The doctor heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly went to find the burn ointment.Youshu washed her hands, picked out another silver needle of suitable length and roasted it on a candle.

Zhao Yusong sneered when he saw that he really refused to let go of this opportunity to flatter him.Xue Wangjing, on the other hand, has greatly changed his impression of the boy.The worry and concern in the young man's eyes were not pretended casually. Not only did His Highness the Ninth Prince hit him off right away, but he also had a very deep affection for His Highness the Ninth Prince.If the two really met for the first time, it could only be attributed to fate.

Fate is a very mysterious thing.

Seeing that the young man wanted to take care of his wound with his own hands, His Highness Nine felt very attached to him, not to mention only being scalded with a few blisters, even if his whole body was scalded, 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 to look at the blisters, and asked worriedly, "Does it hurt?"

The Ninth Prince, who was still indifferent just now, immediately frowned, "It hurts, it hurts." If it didn't hurt, the boy probably wouldn't worry about himself.In this case, it is better to ask him to put himself in his heart.

The master's expression was not only fragile, but his tone was also very aggrieved. This was the first time Youshu saw this appearance.He has always thought that his master is strong and resolute, calm and capable, invincible and omnipotent, but now he is like a young boy who doesn't know how to hide his emotions, let alone arm himself.

No, he thought it wrong, the master was originally a young boy now, he was only 17 years old, and he was pampered, well-clothed and well-fed, so it was normal for him to react like this.Youshu felt that it was very fresh. After looking at him several times, she couldn't help comforting her, "Just release the effusion and apply the medicine, and it will be fine in three or four days. Don't be afraid. Don't get wet, and don't break the outer layer of skin, or it will become inflamed."

He gently blew the water bubbles while talking, no matter his actions or tone, he seemed to be coaxing young and ignorant children.

This Young Master Zhao is too innocent, isn't he?How to talk to a male lion in a tone that teases Jingba?Not afraid of being torn to pieces?At this moment, Xue Wangjing's admiration for Youshu was like a torrent of water, uninterrupted, and he gave a thumbs up to the gloomy Zhao Yusong, saying that Young Master Zhao's courage is the best in Beijing.

They were all waiting for His Highness Ninth Prince to get angry, but unexpectedly, His Highness Ninth Prince slowly curled his lips and his eyes shone brightly, as if he was very happy.

"Okay, I won't get wet, and I won't break this layer of skin." He even agreed, his tone so gentle that it was a mess!

Everyone was shocked, but Youshu didn't feel anything, she carefully poked the blisters, and then gently wiped off the overflowing fluid with sterilized cotton.The Ninth Prince held up the candied haws, licked a few mouthfuls at the place where the young man had licked before, and then hesitated for a while before opening his mouth slowly, "How old are you?"

"Sixteen." You Shu didn't lift her head.

"Is the case of you being framed in Lin'an Mansion settled now?"

"It's over."

"How did it end?" Ninth Prince's eyes flashed, revealing murderous intent.

"I don't know, it seems that several people involved in the case have been exiled?" Youshu rolled her eyes, as if recalling.He didn't inquire about the follow-up, so naturally he didn't know the ending of everyone.

"It turned out to be just exile?" The Ninth Prince's tone became more serious, obviously very dissatisfied with the result, and he secretly made a note of the supervisory censor in his heart.The laying of the front is almost done, and he slowly introduces the topic, with a slight uneasiness mixed in his tone, "You can see ghosts, is it true? Actually..."

In fact, there are many capable people and strange people in this world, but it's just a hell of a thing, nothing unusual.I said before that you are grandstanding and have a dirty mind. It was because I heard what I heard, and I only listened to what I believed, and that's why I had a bad impression of you.After all, I am narrow-minded, and I should say sorry to you.If you could see ghosts, would you be afraid?Will it be a nightmare?I can take you to the temple to ask the eminent monk to resolve it.If you feel afraid, you can also live in my east palace. I am a nobleman, and Xie Chong will definitely not dare to come close.I can protect you from any harm...

The Ninth Prince wanted to say a lot, but he only uttered two words before being interrupted by the young man, "No, of course it's not true! I don't want to mention those things again."

Youshu raised her head, took a quick look at the master with reddish eyes, and then hurriedly lowered her eyes.He almost forgot that the master was very disgusted with the talk of ghosts and gods.Seeing that his master was injured, he became dizzy again. How could he know that most of the people present were those who wanted to share the master's worries and problems.As an alien, an existence that is extremely easy to be feared, he should avoid it far away and hide it obediently, otherwise he will end up in a complete break like in his previous life.

Thinking of this, Youshu couldn't help speeding up her movements, her fair face straightened, her brows were frowned tightly, and she looked very reserved and serious.

The Ninth Prince clearly felt the alienation and guard from the young man, and he was both disturbed and annoyed. This anger did not stem from the young man's rudeness, but from his own nonsense earlier.How can he judge a person without meeting them?Simply stupid!

The young man seemed to be very shy about that matter, it can be seen that he has kept his nonsense in his heart, what should we do?For the first time, the Ninth Prince experienced the feeling of being at a loss and unable to argue.He racked his brains for a while, but he didn't dare to open his mouth casually, for fear that if he said something wrong, he would poke the boy's lungs.

So he could only change the subject stiffly, hoping that after a long time, the boy would slowly calm down.He glanced up and down at the young man, and said softly, "Do you like wearing flowers?" If an ordinary man were dressed like this, he would feel disgusted, and then let the guards take off the man's or woman's clothes on the spot, but The young man finds it particularly pleasing to the eye when he wears it.

The bright red and purple peonies set off his shiny little face even more radiantly. A camellia flower on the sideburns and a gemstone on the forehead not only do not look fancy, but on the contrary show the vigor and beauty of the young man Peerless.He has a pleasing good-looking appearance, and a sweet temperament that makes people stare at him and keep his heart loose.

Even if the Ninth Prince looked at this face for a lifetime, he would not get bored.

Youshu didn't care about her fancy clothes, others laughed as they wanted to, so let them go.However, if he made a fool of himself and went out in front of his master, his little heart couldn't stand it, and emotions such as shyness, annoyance, and regret surged up one after another.He immediately took off the camellia on his temples, blushing and said, "No, I don't like it. My mother insists on me wearing it."

The young man's cheeks were flushed, his eyes were wet, and he looked even more gorgeous than before. This shy little appearance was also a million times more cute than the indifference and alienation before.The cloud in Ninth Prince's heart dissipated in an instant, and he snatched the camellia that was about to be destroyed, inserted it back into his temple, and carefully adjusted the angle, and said sincerely, "Your mother is very discerning, this flower is very suitable You, Youshu is indeed a beauty."

My family Youshu is indeed a beauty.The once-familiar ridicule coincided strangely with this sentence, making Youshu's expression dazed for a moment.While he was in a daze, the Ninth Prince quickly stretched out his hand, poked the boy's faintly visible dimple, then hid his fingertips in his sleeve, and gently rubbed it.

The hand feel is better than expected. It is worthwhile to get to know Youshu today.

You Shu was stabbed back to her soul, she quickly lowered her head, and quickly treated the wound.He repeatedly warned his master that there is no need for aliens with treacherous abilities, and then he gradually 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? Go back to what palace? I just came out of the palace. Go, let's go shopping in the street."

How long have we known each other before we have to separate?Time is too hasty, he can't accept it.Not to mention just a few blisters, even if he broke his leg, he would wait with the boy until the key was released in the palace before turning back.No, it's best to ask father tomorrow to allow him to build a mansion outside the palace, so that he can meet the boy every day.