After Yumin heard this, he couldn't help but feel angry. But thinking of those things, he still endured it and said in a deep voice: "Go down."
"Yes, I'm retiring." The imperial doctor was eager to leave as soon as possible, so as soon as Yumin opened his mouth, he picked up the medicine box and left without stopping at all.
After the imperial doctor left, neither of them spoke. The inner hall was very quiet, and they could hear each other's shallow breathing.
"Wu'er..." Yumin's words were full of affection and a bit of worry.
The dancer's body was shaken again, and she was wailing in her heart. If she didn't know what kind of character the man in front of her was, she would really be lost in the tenderness he gave her. Just those two affectionate calls just now could make her
A woman's heart is full of spring.
However, the deep affection in it is probably conveyed to the master through this similar face.
Yumin took out the blue and white porcelain bottle and handed it to the dancer, and said softly: "Wu'er, please treat the wound first. This medicine is very effective and will not leave scars in the future."
After hearing this, the dancer's eyes lit up, but she lowered her head and Yumin didn't see it.
"Thank you, Your Highness." The dancer put the blue and white porcelain vase in her hands, her voice was light, and there was no hint of happiness or anger. However, Yumin finally felt relieved. There must be no scars on this face.
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When the news of the dancer's injury reached Feng Yao's ears, it was already the next morning.
"Hurt your face?" The tea cup in Feng Yao's hand was crushed due to too much force, and anger flashed across her face.
Sha Ling also felt bad. The dancer was originally a poor woman. This time she was disfigured by that vicious woman Feng Qing because of her mission. What will happen next? Even Sha Ling, as a man, knows that a woman's appearance is the same as her chastity.
Importantly, the two things a woman cares about most, the dancer, have been lost. He doesn't even dare to think about how the dancer feels now.
"It was five wounds made by Feng Qing's nails. Some of them are deep. They will leave marks after they heal."
When Xi'er heard the news, she was also very shocked. She didn't expect that woman Feng Qing to be so cruel. A faint smell of blood came from the tip of her nose. Xi'er looked around and suddenly noticed a few drops of blood dripping from Feng Yao's hand. It seemed that it was just now.
After crushing the tea cup, I cut my hand on the broken pieces.
"Princess, your hand is injured!" Xi'er hurriedly took out the handkerchief she carried with her, wrapped Feng Yao's injured hand, and said to the maid on the side: "Ask Mr. Li to come over quickly."
The maid responded and left in a hurry.
Feng Yao ignored the wound on his palm and said calmly: "Xi'er, you will go to the palace in person later and return the things to the seventh prince."
Xi'er was stunned for a moment, then she finally understood and nodded in agreement.
An evil smile appeared on Feng Yao's lips. There was no reason for her, Feng Qing, to sit back and relax in the palace. Since she liked disfigurement, she might as well try it herself.
"Come over here."
Feng Yao glanced at Xi'er, and Xi'er felt a little cold in her heart, subconsciously feeling that the femme fatale in the palace was going to be unlucky.
After Feng Yao gave some instructions in a low voice, Xi'er immediately beamed and felt that her princess was particularly powerful and she should take care of that vicious woman.
After Xi'er left, Sha Ling asked: "Master, do you want to return that painting?"
Feng Yao nodded and said coldly: "Huh, I originally thought about it later. Since she is so restless, I don't mind giving her a big gift."