Feng Jiang's clothes were torn open by Jiu'er, and the injuries inside were immediately clearly exposed in front of him.
There were whip marks all over his body, criss-crossing them, and they were all obviously new injuries.
"My father didn't hit me."
Fengjiang said quickly.
"That must be Father's order!"
In this palace, except the emperor, who would dare to be so cruel to a prince?
Feng Jiang didn't say anything, and Feng Jiu'er felt sad, knowing that she had harmed him.
"I'm sorry..." "What does it have to do with you?"
I came to find you myself and took you out."
Fengjiang smiled and pulled her hand away, looking unconcerned.
"Don't take it to heart. It's just a minor injury. It will heal soon. Next time, I will be more careful so that my father won't find out about it, okay?"
"Do you dare to have a next time?"
Feng Jiuer glanced at him, pulled him aside and asked him to sit down.
Fengjiang saw her fetching the medicine box and taking out the golden sore medicine with ease. He was a little surprised: "You can still apply medicine?"
Will she take medicine?
Jiu'er himself didn't even know about this.
However, after seeing these medicines, she knew how to use them, and she also had her own way of using them.
It was like she didn't need anyone to teach her, she knew which medicine and how to use it at a glance.
"Perhaps, I'm used to it before, so..." "Haven't you been recuperating in Bieyuan?
How could you touch these medicines?"
Fengjiang looked puzzled.
"How do I know?
Anyway, I know how to use it, and I have a unique secret."
Jiu'er pulled up a chair, sat down in front of him, and tore open his clothes.
This actually made Fengjiang feel a little uncomfortable. Is it really okay for a girl from a girl's family to be so familiar with taking off men's clothes?
Of course, he will not doubt Jiu'er's past. This girl has a righteous face, which is definitely not comparable to those other women.
He was just curious, wasn't the little girl's action of taking off her clothes and cleaning his wounds too skillful?
"Wow!"
It really hurts, what?
He looked down at his wound and frowned: "What?
It hurts me to death."
"disinfect."
She didn't know where she learned these two words, but she knew them anyway.
"It's a good thing you're an alcoholic, otherwise, I wouldn't know where to get such strong liquor!"
Fengjiang was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He just watched her use gauze dipped in wine to toss her wound.
Because of the pain, there was sweat on her forehead and face, but this girl had a calm expression. It was really cold! When Feng Jiuer was practicing medicine, she always had the same expression, that is, expressionless.
After disinfecting and applying medicine, he used unique techniques to tap acupoints on the edge of the wound and massage it to allow the medicine powder to quickly penetrate into the body.
Although it really hurt at the beginning, in the end, miraculously, it didn’t hurt much anymore! “It’s amazing, who taught you this?”
After changing his clothes, Fengjiang suddenly became lively and energetic again.
He had never seen Jiu'er's acupuncture technique before, but it was very amazing.
"If I said that I don't know where I learned it from, would you believe it?"
Feng Jiuer put away her things and looked down at her hands, her eyes full of confusion and confusion.
Why does she do this?
The most important thing is that she always feels that what she knows is much more than this.
Where did you learn it from?
Surprisingly, I had no impression at all.
"Have you really been training in Bieyuan for sixteen years?"
Fengjiang put on his clothes, walked to her and sat down.
Jiu'er raised her head and met his gaze, wanting to know more than he did.
"Have I really been recuperating in Bieyuan for sixteen years?"
"What are you talking about?
It’s your own business.”
Fengjiang frowned. Is this girl's head really broken?
"So, where is the villa I live in?"
If she goes back to Bieyuan, will it bring back some memories of the past and remind her of the past?
How come the past sixteen years were so blank in her mind?
This question really stumped Fengjiang.
Where is the villa where the little imperial sister cultivates herself?
No one ever mentioned this.
He was the same as the second and eldest imperial brothers. He only knew that the little imperial sister had returned from the garden.
As for where Beiyuan is, my father really didn’t seem to say?
"Don't you even know?"
She was a princess after all, and she went to a separate garden to cultivate. How could she be so quiet?
"Have you not visited me in the past ten years?"
Jiu'er's face sank and she became unhappy: "Are there any brothers like you?
Don’t care about me at all.”
"I..." Feng Jiang was really wronged. In the past ten years, he didn't even know that they had a little princess, okay?
In the past ten years, my father had not mentioned a word about this matter. How could they know?
Feng Jiuer guessed the problem as soon as she saw his expression.
But why is this?
My identity seems quite important, the future queen?
If what the Third Emperor Brother said is true, then she is the crown prince.
The prince turned out to be a person who disappeared for more than ten years and suddenly came back. This thing sounds incredible.
"Oh, don't worry about these things. As long as you are well now, it will be fine when you come back."
Although Fengjiang's physical injuries feel much better, he still feels a little uncomfortable now that he was beaten just now.
Don't embarrass him with these irrelevant questions.
Looking at the closed door, he remembered the cakes that had been rolled all over the floor when Feng Jiu'er came just now, and said, "You haven't had breakfast yet?"
"I've eaten. Those pastries were specially brought here for you, but it's a pity that they were spilled."
"Have you eaten?
Well, have you met your father?"
"My father and I had breakfast together."
Jiu'er knew what he was worried about, so he smiled quickly and said, "Don't worry, my father didn't make things difficult for me. He just asked about what happened last night, and I..." At this point, Jiu'er felt a little guilty.
The little thief glanced at him, she nodded her fingers and whispered: "Well, I... was forced by my father to question you, and accidentally sold you."
Of course, it wasn't an accident, but he was actually recruited.
But given the situation at that time, she really had no choice. If she didn't say anything, her father might be even more angry.
"Father has known for a long time. If you don't tell the truth, he will beat me even more...forget it, anyway, it's over."
"Does your father often hit you?"
"Father didn't hit me, he was just strict with us. It was all for our own good."
Fengjiang didn't seem to care about being beaten at all.
Jiu'er looked at his back, feeling a little sad for no reason.
Being strict is a good thing, but beating your own son like this is really too cruel?
People who don't know, think that the Third Emperor's brother is not his father's son at all!
