After the prince ordered the order, it was not until the second half of the night that Li Lianfeng dragged Steward Zhang down from the mountain angrily.

That's right, it's dragged down, the body is frozen, and the two calves are no longer pumping, presumably if no one goes up the mountain to pull this guy back in the near night, Steward Zhang is afraid that he will freeze to death on this barren mountain tonight.

The chief butler of the palace, the dignified Jindan fifth-order monk, was almost frozen to death on this barren mountain, who believes it, if this is really frozen to death, where will the prince's face be put in the future.

Li Lianfeng put down Steward Zhang, who was dragging in his hand, came to the door of the prince's room and knocked on the door.

"Lord Wang, I dragged Steward Zhang back. “

The prince didn't open the door, but scolded Steward Zhang in the house.

"Okay, you, you fucking know how to come back, where is the death of the big night. Mercy Feng, give my family law twenty years of reproach, and so on?!。 “

Li Lianfeng looked back at Steward Zhang who was paralyzed on the ground, and couldn't help frowning.

"That's right, he was dragged back, and he looks like he was poisoned, and he almost didn't freeze to death on the mountain just now. “

"Poisoning?!"

The cultivation of the fifth order of Jindan belongs to the relatively top group of cultivators in the entire new country, although Steward Zhang is not very talented in cultivation, but after all, he is a person in the palace, and the resources he can get on weekdays are definitely much stronger than those scattered cultivators.

Steward Zhang, the fifth order of Jindan, is not something that ordinary cultivators can compare.

At the beginning, when the new country was just established, Steward Zhang was still a casual cultivator, relying on some of his cultivation to be above the top, and then he was subdued by the prince who was only a teenager, and since then Steward Zhang has been serving by the prince's side.

Over the years, he has been fighting with the prince in the east and west, and has already made great achievements, so it stands to reason that he should have been removed from the slave body a long time ago, and let him go back to establish his own family business, marry a wife and have children.

The emperor is also simply an adult, and he relieved Steward Zhang's slave body, and gave him 100 acres of fertile land and a bounty of 1,000 taels. I want this Steward Zhang to go back and live a good life.

After all, he is not a courtier of the court, and this kind of reward is very great.

However, Steward Zhang did not accept the reward of the new emperor, and still stubbornly stayed by the prince's side as a domestic servant.

Hearing that his beloved butler had been poisoned on the mountain, the prince slammed the door open and came out.

"Lao Zhang?!What's the matter with you?"

Butler Zhang, who was lying on the ground, opened his frozen white mouth and said to the prince tremblingly.

"Master, I'm sorry, I've embarrassed you......"

"Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, don't scare me, Lao Zhang, Doctor!"

Wang Yan lay on his hard bed, looking carefully at his left hand.

Now his hand has gone from being red, swollen, bleeding, and oozing blood at the beginning, to now the whole hand is full of pits, full of small meat pits laughing at rice grains.

These small meat pits are not very large, and some of them are just deep enough to stuff a grain of rice into them.

As a human being in two lives, Wang Yan has always been very confident in his hands.

That's really "the hands are like soft bai, and the skin is like clotted fat." Although this sentence is used to describe the girl, it is by no means too much to describe Wang Yan's hands.

Although he is a man, Wang Yan has developed the habit of taking care of his hands since he was a child. As early as when he was old and weak, Wang Yan often used the cactus core to wipe his hands.

After arriving at the palace, the conditions were good, so I went to the town to buy a lot of aloe vera, made a lot of aloe vera gel, and wiped my hands after practice.

But now, the hand that looks at himself has become like this.

Even the doctor of the palace couldn't do anything after seeing it.

According to the doctor, this can't be called an injury at all, it's a fester.

Lying on the bed tossing and turning and unable to sleep, the first is that my hands hurt, and the second is that my heart is really bored.

Thinking about the palm that slapped the giant ape during the day, he finally had a one-hit killing trick, but he didn't expect this move to have such serious sequelae, isn't it the same as.

Anyway, I couldn't sleep, so I simply got up and practiced to check if my body was also violated by "Wanxing".

Inside the prince's house.

Aunt Chen, who had a big belly, also sat up at this time, looking at the housekeeper lying on the bed with a worried face, while the prince Li Lianfeng was also guarding by the bed.

The doctor was treating Steward Zhang, but just looking at the doctor's frowns, the prince couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Steward Zhang followed the prince when he was a teenager, and followed the prince to fight in the south and north for many years, and the prince has long stopped treating Steward Zhang as an outsider.

What's more, in addition to Li Lianfeng, there is only Steward Zhang, a person who still speaks a few words on weekdays.

The royal affection seems to be supreme at will, and what an honor it would be for an ordinary person to be related to the royal family.

But for the prince, the identity of the royal family is not very important.

As for this family affection, the prince never had a trace of expectation, whether it was for his younger brother or the princes who fought every day for his younger brother.

"Doctor, how is the butler? ”

Hearing this, the doctor sighed and shook his head at the prince and replied.

"Lord, with all due respect to the villain, this housekeeper is deeply poisoned, and his body is contaminated with filth, so I don't know what the villain will do in the future, but the symptoms on this arm are somewhat similar to the little prince. ”

After Li Lianfeng listened to the doctor's words, his eyes lit up.

If a Jindan fifth-order monk can be poisoned so unknowingly, isn't it that the cultivation of this poisoned person is still above himself and the prince?

Li Lianfeng and Wang Ye glanced at each other, and the two looked at each other with such solemn gazes for the first time.

I haven't heard of any great powers coming to the new country recently, isn't it a person from the Xianmen? It's not like ah, the Xianmen has always been killed directly if people are unhappy, and if there is a conflict, it will definitely not leave a living mouth.

Wang Ye and Li Lianfeng killed the two initiators who didn't expect to cause all this, at this time, one squatted on the roof to practice, while the other was holding a little chicken leg on the bed and tickling each other's meat.

Little Chicken Leg and Liu Yan'er have lived together along the way, and it is relatively easy to establish friendship between the two little girls, the first one is that the two children are not very old and do not have those intrigues and jealousy, and the other one is that both of them are in the same family and their personalities are not bad, especially Little Chicken Legs, who play with everyone.

Every time Wang Yan and Longcheng led the little chicken leg into the city for a walk, they were afraid that the little chicken leg would be taken away by the traffickers, although they were not afraid of being robbed, but they were afraid that the traffickers would get a candy for her and deceive her.

If anyone wants to deceive this girl and buy a few candies or something, it will be a fraud.

In the room where Liu Yan'er and the little chicken leg were already out at this time, the two of them had been active for a day and then let the big horse monkey scare it, so naturally they would not be sleepy at night.

Since the two of them couldn't sleep, they began to talk about the idle days, chatting and chatting about the little chicken legs, this guy's little hand is not honest, and quietly stretched out to Liu Yan'er's armpit.

But how can the little arm of the little chicken leg be compared with Yan'er, Yan'er is now twelve and thirteen after the New Year, and her body has begun to develop, she is a big girl.

On the other hand, the little chicken leg is a little kid.

After feeling that her itchy flesh was violated, Liu Yan'er didn't say a word, pressed her hands directly on the ribs of the little chicken leg and began to launch a round of onslaught.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

"Ah......hh

Seeing that the little chicken leg was laughing until she hiccuped at this time, Yan'er's hand movements stopped.

"Then are you convinced, convinced?"

"Hee-hee, I'm not convinced. ”

When the words fell, the little chicken legs's sinful little hands reached out to Liu Yan'er's quilt again, and their hands touched up from Liu Yan'er's waist.

"Oh, no!"

"Hee-hee, Sister Yan'er is so soft......"

Liu Yan'er felt offended and screamed again.

"Ah!!......h

"I said, two eldest ladies, we are both sleeping, can you be quieter and let a few ordinary little girls sleep well?"

Just when the two were having a good time, suddenly a woman's cold yin and yang strange voice came from beside her

There are not only Liu Yan'er and Little Chicken Leg living in this house, but there are also nearly twenty other girls living in this house.

Most of these girls came to the palace in the same wave as Liu Yan'er.

Although this group of girls is pampered and spoiled by their families on weekdays, they are not so squeamish after they have experienced it in this northwest place.

But these two well-fated eldest ladies are going to make trouble for half the night, how can people sleep.

The little chicken leg was startled when he heard this, pursed his lips, and snorted softly. Then he stuck out his tongue in the direction he had just spoken, grimacing.

"Slightly ......"

These girls have some opinions about Liu Yan'er and the little chicken legs, why can they worship General Li's door as soon as they come, but their own group of people have to be exposed to the wind and sun every day like big-headed soldiers.

Especially that Liu Yan'er, who is usually quiet and quiet, had something to talk to with this group of sisters along the way at the beginning, who knew that this woman was well hidden, and she was appreciated by the prince and General Li on the first day she came to the palace.

Since then, this group of girls has often arranged some bad things about her behind Liu Yan'er's back.

But that's at most the case.

can't beat it, and whether it's piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, or posture, none of these girls can compare. And he is now a senior disciple of General Li, and in the eyes of others, he is inlaid with gold edges.

To put it bluntly, it is red-eyed.

Ascending to the roof, Wang Yan completely uncovered the gauze on his hand, and it seemed that it would not work to wrap it with gauze like this.

If it is at the current rate of festering, I am afraid that my hand will be stinky by tomorrow morning.

sighed lightly, looking at his left hand, his heart was quite complicated.

After removing the gauze and bathing in the biting cold wind, this hand felt much better.

After moving the joint of his left hand for a while, Wang Yan couldn't help laughing self-deprecatingly.

"I can still move, I really didn't expect this breaking technique to give me such a big surprise. ”

Leaning back, leaning back against the roof.

Looking up at this vast starry sky, I couldn't help but mutter.

"I really don't know how many surprises I still have hidden in this starry sky......

Looking at this strange starry sky, Wang Yan felt a trace of sadness in his heart.

This starry sky is completely unfamiliar to Wang Yan, there is no Big Dipper, there is no zodiac twelve or thirteen constellations.

The only thing is the stars that can't be named.

I think that I have been in this world for nearly ten years, and I still haven't felt a sense of belonging here, and in Wang Yan's eyes over the years, it is like a dream, a dream that I don't know when I will wake up.