Sang Zhi stood there with his little hands behind his back: "I won't go."
Ye Qianning looked back at him.
"I failed the monthly exam this time, so I have to go back to study."
Ye Qianning turned around and came back after hearing this: "Your grades are already very good. No matter what books you read, children have to do interesting things."
Sang Zhi shook his head.
Qian Zhuye looked in disbelief: "You really failed?"
Sang Zhi said nothing, and his face was a little stern.
"No, it's normal for me to fail, but it's not normal for you to fail. I remember that since you started going to school, weren't you the first in every monthly exam? Why did you suddenly fail?"
Sang Zhi's face was stern, and his mouth seemed to be glued.
Ye Qianning was also very confused when he saw it. He had never seen such a dull villain who couldn't even speak when he was wronged.
Qian Zhuye seemed to have been used to it for a long time, and Ba Ba said again: "I heard that the prince will be punished if he fails the monthly exam. Are you okay?"
Ye Qianning was startled.
Sang Zhi pursed his lips: "I have to go back and read."
Ye Qianning didn't say anything. Instead, he quickly stepped back and grabbed Sang Zhi who was about to turn around. He raised his hand to roll up his sleeves and saw several bright red marks, which looked like they were struck by a ruler.
Sang Zhi wanted to withdraw his hand, but she pulled him tighter. Then he grabbed the other one and did the same thing.
Qian Zhuye took a deep breath, he was beaten too hard.
"His Majesty?" Ye Qianning's face turned cold.
"It's okay." Sang Zhi said.
"It's nothing. If you don't take care of it, the fever will be bad." Ye Qianning looked distressed. Sang Zhi was very thin and his skin was white, and his thin skin was scarlet red with a ruler.
The beating technique was also experienced, harsh and heavy, but it didn't break a layer of skin, and it looked like blood was flowing under the thin skin.
"Mommy has already given me medicine." Sang Zhi twitched his hand for a few times, and covered his wrist with his wide sleeves.
"You come with me." Ye Qianning didn't dare to pull his arm, and took him by the corner of his clothes to lead him towards his courtyard.
When she just opened her sleeves, she smelled a faint smell of medicine, but the medicine was very poor and had no effect at all.
Last time Sang Zhi brought her a bottle of good wound medicine, but now that she thinks about it...
It was obvious that he was going through a very bad life and was easily injured, yet he still gave her the only bottle of medicine he had. What a fool.
Ye Qianning dragged him to his yard and asked him to do it. Then he turned around and pretended to rummage in the drawer for something.
Sang Zhi stared at the little figure, seeing how anxious she looked, and his heart trembled slightly.
Qian Zhuye also followed in. He looked at Ye Qianning first, and then sat down naturally: "Isn't it just that he failed the monthly exam? He was beaten so hard."
It's as if the mulberry leaves have not been heard.
Qian Zhuye didn't care and turned around to look at the entire room.
"Is there such a nice room in the academy?" He was surprised.
Ye Qianning took out the pills and the ointment and walked over: "Are you living well?"
"It's okay, but it's far inferior to yours."
"Who told me that I am the dean's personal successor?" Ye Qianning said, putting down the ointment, taking out a pill and putting it to Sang Zhi's mouth.
Sang Zhi didn't hesitate, he opened his mouth, took the pill in his mouth, and swallowed it.
"It's good if it's passed down by the dean himself." Qian Zhuye's eyes were full of envy.
Ye Qianning climbed onto the chair, rolled up Sang Zhi's sleeves, and spread the ointment bit by bit.
"hiss……"
Sang Zhi frowned.
Ye Qianning slapped her hand hard, and saw that his little face was slightly wrinkled in pain, but she tried her best to restrain herself, and her hand was even gentler.
