After I died, the sickly prince turned black

Zhao Zhen didn't hide, and the moment You Ziqing rushed into his arms, he hugged him horizontally.

"you……"

"What's an arm?" Zhao Zhen's eyes were piercing: "Go back and break a leg."

You Ziqing: "..."

Zhao Zhen's cold eyes were like icy water being poured into a furnace. You Ziqing seemed to hear a sizzling sound above his head, and his blood-burned Tianling Gai instantly cleared up.

"Calm down?" Zhao Zhen looked down at the calm person in his arms.

You Ziqing nodded: "Your Highness, I have a broken hand."

"Huh?" Zhao Zhen raised his eyebrows.

"I can walk by myself." After a pause, You Ziqing promised, "I promise not to run."

Zhao Zhen didn't insist on hearing the words, and let him go.

The movement of going down to the ground was a bit rough, and You Ziqing gasped in pain as he clutched his injured arm.Looking up and seeing that Zhao Zhen had already gone a long way, he sighed and hurried to follow.

After leaving Biezhuang, I thought I was going directly to the Prince's Mansion, but I didn't want to be taken to a nearby medical clinic.

This medical clinic is not afraid of deep alleys because of the smell of wine. In the depths of the alleys, there is not even a signboard.

"Is this really a medical clinic?" Looking at the owner of the clinic, who was still showing his chest and belly while playing a cattail fan in the chilly spring, You Ziqing expressed doubts, especially with his sinewy body, he really didn't look like a doctor, but more like a butcher.

Zhao Zhen ignored him and walked in.

Just relying on being a prince, otherwise You Ziqing really wanted to kick him up.He deserved to be a deadly enemy in his previous life. With such a dog temper, how many people can bear it.

He, You Ziqing, couldn't bear this wronged master!

However, these days after being reborn, I have been feeling aggrieved...

No, I have to find a way to get out of this bad breath!

You Ziqing thought about it, and squinted at Zhao Zhen's back.

"Still not following?" This Zhao Zhen seemed to have eyes on his back, and You Ziqing just made a sinister expression when he turned around and caught him.

You Ziqing was annoyed: "Here we come!"

It was dark at night, and although the medical center was still open, there was only a burning oil lamp on the counter. When he fell, it was Zhao Zhen who was in front of him who reacted quickly. He turned around and caught him quickly with his eyes and hands, so he didn't fall.

However, he threw himself into Zhao Zhen's arms.

"You can't even walk, just look at your legs!"

Zhao Zhen scolded, but he carefully avoided You Ziqing's injured arm, and helped him to the side and sat down.

The curator raised his eyebrows, put down his cattail fan and gathered his clothes, barely covering his body, then got up and walked over.

"What's the matter with this arm?" Don't look at the owner of the museum who looks like a butcher, but he has two brushes in medical skills. He only took a closer look and saw it: "It's broken, how did you get it?"

He behaved casually in front of Zhao Zhen, and Zhao Zhen was not surprised and did not put on prince airs.

"It fell." Zhao Zhen got up and stepped aside: "Show him quickly, whether it's a dislocation or a fracture."

"When I opened the door, I saw such a flowery and jade-like face and thought it was Sister Lin, but when I looked closer, it turned out to be Brother Lin. Does your Lin family only produce this paper beauty?"

While touching You Ziqing's bones, the owner of the museum said, "If the wind blows, you will fall down, if you fall, you will..."

A dagger came to his neck suddenly, and the owner's voice stopped abruptly. When he looked up, he saw You Ziqing staring at him with a pair of peach blossom eyes with a smile on his face.

"Beauty...cough, my lord, a sword has no eyes, a sword has no eyes." The host pinched the tip of the dagger with two fingers, moved it out, did not move, and suddenly laughed so hard that his face trembled wildly.

"I thought, owner, you have rough skin and thick flesh, and you are very durable. Why don't you let me cut you twice?"

You Ziqing's smile didn't reach his eyes: "You either shut up and treat yourself well, or you die, you choose one."

The curator: "..."

After holding back for a while, he said: "As expected of the prince... the person who brought him here speaks in the same tone."

You Ziqing raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up, young master... take the dagger away first, I'll set your bones." After You Ziqing put away the dagger, the owner of the museum was relieved, and said solemnly: "It is indeed a broken bone, but It's not a big problem, the bones are going back, and it will be fine after two or three months with a splint, and it won't affect the movement."

You Ziqing was a little skeptical: "This black light is blind, can you do it?"

"What's wrong with the black lamp? Didn't I light the oil lamp?"

The owner of the museum, Ma Liu, put a splint on it, got up and grabbed two packs of medicine, and started to chase people away: "Okay, hurry up, I have to close!"

Until he got out of the alley, You Ziqing thought of the owner of the restaurant and his teeth itch: "What is the origin of that man, he even chased the prince away?"

"This man's surname is Dai, and his single name is Lin. His ancestors have been veterinarians for three generations, including Dai Lin's generation. Because of his skill in bone setting and bone setting, he was favored by Hushi General Meng Zhaoyong, and he was promoted to the army camp as a military doctor for several years. Later, I went to the capital and opened a medical clinic here."

After Zhao Zhen finished speaking, he waited for You Ziqing to respond, but after waiting for a long time, the other party did not respond. He looked suspiciously, and suddenly met a pair of watery eyes of a resentful woman, and suddenly his heart seemed to be poked by something. But there was no strange expression on his face: "What is your expression? You don't care if he is a veterinarian or a doctor, as long as he can heal bone injuries."

"Is that so?" You Ziqing sneered, "I think the prince did it on purpose!"

"So what?" Zhao Zhen's face darkened.

You Ziqing stared at Zhao Zhen. He had a lot to ask, but he didn't know how to say it. Besides, this was not the place to talk about those things. He took a deep breath, turned his head, and walked away. He walked quickly and waited for Zhao Zhen in the blink of an eye. People were left behind.

You Ziqing wanted to go back to the Hou Mansion, but was dragged into the carriage by Zhao Zhen who had caught up.

"What else does the prince want?" You Ziqing couldn't hold back his temper, but when he was angry, his eye circles turned red, and he couldn't say why, but he felt so aggrieved.

"No problem, go back to the Prince's Mansion." Looking at You Ziqing's reddish eye circles, Zhao Zhen curled his fingers and turned his eyes away: "Big man, why are you crying?"

Cry you uncle!

You Ziqing took a deep breath before suppressing the urge to swear, and seemed to sigh for a while, but his tone was slightly sad: "You princes and nobles, you can really bully people, no matter what."

Zhao Zhen was startled when he heard the words, and turned to look at You Ziqing, but because of the dim light, he couldn't see the expression on the other's face clearly.

You Ziqing didn't look at Zhao Zhen, twitched the corner of his mouth bitterly and closed his eyes.Since then, Zhao Zhen has never answered a word.He didn't say a word when he arrived at the Prince's Mansion, and consciously went to the courtyard where he was previously under house arrest.

Looking at You Ziqing's thin and lonely back, Zhao Zhen panicked: "Stop!"

You Ziqing stopped, but didn't look back, and only asked with a smile: "What is your Highness's order?"