Dodder Pampering Handbook

"let me see."

Zhong Ting squatted at his feet, carefully placing his injured foot on his knee.

The little emperor was wearing a bright yellow tunic that he wore when he was sleeping. It was made of silk and could be easily pushed onto his knees.

There was even a big bruise on the knee, mixed with purple.His skin was originally fair, but suddenly there was such an extra bruise, which was shocking.

Not to mention the blood that is flowing from the soles of the feet.

All the people around took a deep breath secretly, Chunhua was pinned down in the yard by the imperial army long ago, gagged and silenced.

Today's end is only one word of death, and no one pays much attention to her.

The imperial physician didn't dare to look at Zhong Ting's sullen expression, lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, the wound on the sole of your majesty's foot needs to be dealt with in time."

"For some time, Rong Chen will be extremely careful to reduce His Majesty's pain."

Following his words, Zhong Teng's eyes fell on Zhao Chanzhen's feet.His feet are not big, he was raised in a deep palace, and he seldom walks, the shape of his toes is rounder than ordinary people, and his skin is very delicate.

Now stained with red blood, curled up in pain, looking extremely pitiful.

Zhao Chanzhen hugged his knees, still crying silently, his eyes were dark, wronged and pitiful.

It's just that when he heard the imperial physician's words, he subconsciously wanted to pull his feet back.

But was held down by Zhong Cheng.

"This king will help him pull out the fragments, just prepare the medicine and gauze." His voice was cold, and Zhao Chan really didn't react for a while.

Opening his mouth slightly, he looked at him stupidly.

Zhao Xi was also shocked. The prince personally treated the little emperor's foot injury. This...

It seems too intimate, and too inferior.

He didn't dare to say much, so he could only ask someone to bring a small stool and put it aside.

When Zhong Cheng sat on the small stool, the imperial physician also prepared the best wound medicine and gauze, and stood nervously aside.

Zhao Chanzhen put his feet on Zhong Teng's knees, he leaned back, grasped the cloak under his body with his fingers, and closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look.

His body was still trembling unconsciously, biting his lip, as if terrified.

Zhong Teng led someone to bring spirits, and after saying hello to him, he slowly poured it on the wound.

"It hurts..." Zhao Chanzhen twitched, struggling subconsciously, but Zhong Cheng clamped him very tightly.

Zhong Teng stroked his ankle slowly, and waited until the pain had passed before he patiently proceeded to his next step.

"His Majesty."

"Ok?"

"Your Majesty, don't you want to see the folk market? The year is over, and it's the time when the market is lively. Do you want to go?"

His voice was gentle and bewitching, Zhao Chanzhen followed his words and thought for a while, but his feet hurt, and he felt a piece of his flesh and blood pulled out.

The imperial physician at the side quickly stopped the bleeding.

Zhao Chan was in so much pain that he was sweating coldly and couldn't speak.

The fingers holding the fur are a little white.

Zhong Cheng didn't delay when he saw this, he cut two out of two, and took out the smaller pieces.

The rest of the treatment was left to the imperial physician, who stood beside the little emperor, holding the little emperor's bowed head in his lower abdomen.

"Don't be afraid, Your Majesty, the pain will be gone in a while."

Zhao Chan's face was buried in his clothes, with tears in his eyes, but his face was expressionless.

He still wanted to hold this person very tightly, as if he was a helpless duckweed, only being able to stay here safely with the help of a big tree.

This person replaced the servant girl in the palace with his own person, except that he didn't replace Chunhua. He treats himself well these days, and he also wants to have a better reputation to cover up his notoriety of killing the emperor.

Zhao Chan really felt the cold air emanating from the cracks in his bones.

He didn't know, his body was shaking badly.

Wait for the imperial doctor to finish treating the wound and wrap it up.Zhong Cheng pulled away carefully, and called out: "Your Majesty, don't be afraid, it's already healed."

Only then did I see the face of the little emperor who was in a mess of crying.

After waving the imperial physician back, Zhong Teng picked up the little emperor and put him back on the dragon bed.

"Wait for His Majesty to wash up and rest."

"Yes."

Zhong Cheng went out and ordered someone to close the door to isolate the severe cold and crying outside.

The cloth in Chunhua's mouth was pulled out, and she cried and begged for mercy. Under the suppression of the imperial army, she still wanted to crawl over, her hair was disheveled, she looked like a crazy woman.

Zhong Teng was standing under the eaves, the lights were brightly lit, but he couldn't see his emotions clearly.

Zhao Xi leaned into his ear and whispered: "The soup spilled on the floor has just been checked by the imperial physician, and there is aphrodisiac in it."

Zhong Cheng looked at Chunhua with eyes like torches.

Her voice was hoarse, and she was still shouting that she was wronged, and she didn't know who she was shouting for.

Zhao Xi saw Zhong Cheng's bored face, and hurriedly ordered people to slap his mouth: "You lowly maid, I really don't know what to do, I left you with a good mouth, so that you can tell who ordered you, not to let you cry here !"

As they spoke, the two court ladies stepped forward and slapped Chunhua a few times, causing Chunhua to vomit blood from his mouth.

She was terrified, and with a gurgling sound, Zhao Xi vaguely heard the word "Queen Dowager".

Before he could react, Zhong Ting waved his hand lightly, and someone covered Chunhua's mouth again, dragging her down silently.

The maids stood in the courtyard, silent, no one dared to speak.

I also knew in my heart that Chunhua might not survive tonight, but they could not escape death either.

In His Majesty's bedroom, someone poisoned His Majesty, and His Majesty was injured.According to the palace law, everyone will be put into Xin Zheku.

However, Zhong Cheng only fined a few maids who guarded the kitchen, and the others fined several months of salary.

This seems to be over.

Zhao Chanzhen was lying on the bed, he was very tired, Qiu Shi was cleaning the blood stains on his hands.

He suddenly grabbed Qiu Shi's hand and said softly, "Sister Qiu Shi, what happened today is thanks to you."

If Qiushi hadn't informed him in time, he wouldn't have known that the response was so timely.

It's just that Qiushi doesn't know whose order Chunhua took.

Queen Mother?Or Prince Yongan?Or the royalists in the court?

He looked indifferent, with a look of indifference.

Qiu Shi's tears fell, and he sobbed, "Your Majesty, Chunhua is bewildered by those things. Don't blame her, and don't be mad at yourself. I know that you are a good emperor, and you will be able to..."

"Hush." ​​Zhao Chanzhen covered her lips with his hand, not letting her continue. "Qiu Shi, I take you as my sister. Let me tell you the truth. I don't want to be an emperor, not at all. If possible, I would rather go to Jiuhua Mountain to be a monk who abides by the rules. Don't say that again. In this palace, we are the only two siblings who depend on each other for life."

Speaking of sad, Zhao Chanzhen couldn't help crying, and his expression was so sad that everyone who heard it cried.

Qiushi held his hand, "Your Majesty, I understand that I will protect you."

"Sister Qiushi, it's good that you understand. We can only do this now, hold on to our lives, and one day we can leave the palace, and life will be easier for us as siblings."

Qiu Shi nodded again and again, listening to Chunhua's cries outside, and thinking of the days of working with Chunhua in the palace in the past few years, tears seemed to be broken.

After a while, she thought of another thing and asked, "Your Majesty, why do you think that King Yong'an did this?"

It is obvious that the little emperor has worked so hard to please the prince. For this reason, he even changed into a dancing girl's dance costume and danced at the banquet to please the prince.

Qiu Shi thought that the prince had seen Zhao Chan's true sincerity, and he treated him very well during these days.

Otherwise, how could it be explained that the prince sent the little tiger and took the little emperor out of the palace, taught him to read and write, and healed his wounds?

Zhao Chanzhen had a gloomy expression and bit his lip unconsciously.

He wished that this matter was done by King Yong'an, so that he could explain how special King Yong'an was to him today.

But judging from Chunhua's reaction just now, he reckoned that King Yong'an didn't know about it.

Apart from King Yong'an in the palace, I am afraid that only the Empress Dowager can do such a thing.

His grandmother, the emperor, has always regarded him as a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh.

Even the tigers in the Rare Bird Garden are more threatening than him.

Let Chunhua take action this time, I am afraid that he wants to use him to give birth to the dragon species, so as to abolish him, a useless emperor who is gradually full of wings.

Zhao Chanzhen lowered his eyelashes and did not answer Qiu Shi's words.

He had already been mentally prepared to face such a thing.

But now what he cares more about is whether King Yong'an participated in this conspiracy?

Does he also want to give birth to a dragon seed with the palace girl, and then abolish himself?

Suddenly, he smiled weakly at Qiu Shi, held her hand tightly and said: "I was the one who panicked just now, if the emperor really wants this position, why wait until now?"

King Yong'an's accession to the throne is the true heart of the world.

"Bury this matter in your heart, don't tell anyone. If those people find out, you will be in danger."

Qiu Shi nodded, "I see."

The movement outside gradually became quieter, Zhao Chanzhen yawned, and let go of her hand, "My sister takes care of me, and I have to take care of myself too. I'm a little sleepy."

Qiu Shi stood up and covered him with the quilt, and also took care not to press the quilt over his injured foot.

When her eyes slid across the white gauze, she felt a little distressed. How painful it must be for such a pampered body of the little emperor to be trampled to pieces by Chunhua.

She carried the basin and walked to the door, which just opened.

King Yong'an glanced at her and said, "Your Majesty is asleep?"

"Go back to the prince, His Majesty has already rested."

"That's good." Zhong Teng exited the door, and Qiu Shi also came out.

"Your Majesty may have a fever tonight. You should pay close attention to it. If you need anything, call me anytime."

Qiushi didn't dare to look at him, but lowered his head and answered, "Yes."

A night without dreams.

Zhong Ting slept for two or three hours, and he didn't hear much movement from the next door.After practicing swordsmanship in the yard, exercising his body, and eating, he reckoned that Zhao Chanzhen should wake up too.

He lifted his foot and walked to the next door.

Zhao Xi hurriedly followed him, slandering in his heart, as soon as the little emperor was involved, the prince would talk more and become anxious.

Just like a kid chasing after his beloved.

Zhao Chanzhen really woke up and let the imperial physician change his medicine.

Perhaps he lost too much blood, his lips were a little pale, he leaned there with frowning eyebrows, and the arch of his foot bent into a beautiful arc unbearably.

It looks like plum petals hanging on the branches to resist the cold wind.

Beauty blooms fragilely.

Zhao Xi's heart moved, and he quietly looked at King Yong'an.

Can't help but tremble with fear.

His gaze was like that of an idle wild beast whose territory had been invaded.

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