The doctor in the hospital had never seen such a battle. The prince of Dingguo Mansion and the grandson of Prime Minister Zhao opened the road in front, followed by a group of noble children, surrounded by two sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys, one sweating profusely, and the other was unable to walk, with a painful face, as if he was seriously ill.

He waited here all day, and there were many people coming and going, and he was quite eye-catching, and he suddenly became nervous. Xue Shizi and Zhao Gongzi are both companions of His Royal Highness the Nine, and there are still a few white-faced and beardless eunuchs among these people, could it be that the injured person is His Highness the Nine?

Oh my mother! How could you be so unlucky today? His Royal Highness Guan Jiu's unbearable pain and difficulty in walking must be extremely sick, and he didn't have time to rush back to the palace before running to himself, if he can't cure him, he will be beheaded! Thinking of this, the doctor only felt his heart jumping, and when he stood up, he shivered a few times, and he couldn't wait to bow his head and bow, and begged this Bodhisattva to go somewhere else.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, the young man who was helping people had already pointed to the hem of His Royal Highness Jiu's clothes and said, "Doctor, show him, he is burned here." The words fell and stuck out his tongue, licking the sugar gourd for a while, with a very leisurely attitude.

When the doctor heard this, he suddenly let out a sigh of relief, and his heart burned? It turned out to be just a burn? Then why did His Royal Highness the Ninth look like he had broken his leg, even if he sat down, he was paralyzed, and one hand had to be pressed on the young man's shoulder, as if this could suppress the pain.

He didn't believe the young man's words, but he didn't have the courage to turn away His Royal Highness the Nine, so he hurriedly knelt down and teased the hem of His Highness's clothes, wanting to see the injury.

The Nine Emperor Princes were most disgusted with others approaching, kicked him away, pointed at Youshu and said, "You come to help this king." ”

Youshu felt that there was nothing wrong with him when he sent the person, and he was licking himself - the sugar gourd, and when he heard this, his eyes were round and pointed at him, and his expression was very puzzled.

"What about you, you are still stunned, hurry up and help His Highness take a look!" The attendant stepped forward quickly and pushed the young man. Everyone else is dying, how can this person still have the heart to eat? If it weren't for His Royal Highness Jiu's stubborn temper and dislike of outsiders to touch, even these personal eunuchs had to keep a distance of more than three feet, he would have pounced a long time ago!

Last time, His Royal Highness only had a fever for three days, and half of the attendants in the East Palace were killed with a cane.

Youshu was pushed and staggered, and almost fell into the arms of the Nine Emperor Princes, but fortunately grabbed the back of the chair in time, so as to avoid sitting directly on his wound. The two of them were so close to each other that they seemed to be able to smell each other's breaths, one with the familiar ambergris and the other with the familiar maltose, sweet, hot, and intoxicating. The Nine Emperor Princes almost indulged in it and couldn't extricate themselves, and the slightly frightened eyes of the young man came back to his senses, and he sat him down beside him, and kicked him in front of the attendant, "But a slave dares to do something to a nobleman, who gave you the guts?" "I completely forgot that I was pretending to be disabled at the moment, and my movements were hundreds of times sharper than Fang Caisuo.

Isn't it the courage you gave Your Highness the Nine? Everyone slandered in their hearts, but they didn't dare to speak out. Everyone in Beijing knows that the Nine Highnesses are the most arrogant, and the servants around him are also superior, and it is normal to scold the palace concubines at will, even if they are first-class officials, they dare to choke a few times. Pushing a little-known noble son is just a casual act, that is, no matter how angry he is, he has to knock out his teeth and swallow blood, who let His Highness Nine protect his short?

But now, who is close to whom, who is outside, and who is his shortcomings, it is obvious that it is not a confidant eunuch who serves him, but a young man who has only met for less than an hour. Xue Wangjing and the others were surprised in their hearts, and they were impressed by the young man, but Zhao Yusong secretly gritted his teeth.

The attendant was kicked out three feet away, lying on the ground and moaning intermittently, as if he were badly wounded. The Nine Emperors were bored even by looking at it, and waved his hand and said, "After he goes back, let him pack up and get out of the East Palace, and there will be nothing left by the king's side." ”

The accompanying guards gave their hands and gave the boy a deep look as they carried the man out. To be treated differently by His Highness, what is the magic of this person? The so-called lack of eyesight is probably disrespectful to the boy, right? His Royal Highness was informing them in disguise that this little prince Zhao was already under his wing, and no one could touch him except himself.

Youshu was also very surprised, and looked up and down at the master with round eyes. After the master's reincarnation, it was completely different from the previous life, and his personality became so violent and wanton, that he was somewhat similar to the original prince. It stands to reason that he grew up in a very superior environment in his life, and he has not suffered any wind and rain, and he is also loved and protected by his parents, so his personality should be more gentle and benevolent. Is it spoiled?

Youshu inexplicably found it interesting, and couldn't help but hook the corners of her lips. Even though the master's personality has changed greatly, he never doubted that the Nine Emperor Princes were not his reincarnation. It is not unusual for him to come to Great Xia from six hundred years later, and become Zhao Youshu, and the master becomes the Nine Emperors. The important thing is that their lives can be continued, and they can also see each other in the endless years, isn't it a wonderful thing?

The Nine Emperor Princes seemed to have found something amazing, staring at the young man, his eyes were reluctant to blink, and it took a long time before he blushed and said, "You, you actually have dimples!" The smile was so cute that his heart trembled, and he couldn't wait to pull it into his arms and poke it and lick it to see if it was as soft as rice cake and as sweet as honey.

Youshu covered her cheeks with a strange expression. There are people with dimples all over the street, why does the master act as if he has never seen them? Don't people in the palace have dimples?

The two looked at each other in an intimate and eccentric atmosphere. There are close attendants as a lesson from the past, others naturally dare not disturb, and when Youshu slightly brushed his head in order to hide his embarrassment, and began to lick the sugar gourd, Xue Wangjing hesitated, "Your Highness, can your leg still be cured?" "Let's go if we don't treat it, look at the ruthlessness you kicked people before, and it doesn't look like you're seriously injured.

He didn't dare to say the last sentence, turned his head to look at Youshu, and said politely, "Little Master Zhao, I bother you to help His Highness take a look at the leg injury, if it is blistered, you have to deal with it quickly, otherwise it will be infected." ”

In ancient times, the level of medical care was very low, and a cold and fever could kill people, not to mention wound infections. Youshu's heart tightened, and he hurriedly bent down to pick up the hem of the master's clothes, and wanted to take off his boots, and rolled up his trouser legs, but because he was holding a sugar gourd in his right hand, he didn't know where to put it for a while.

There is a long list of sticky sticky, and I am afraid that it will be dirty on the table, and there is no place to insert it, tell him to throw it away, and he can be red with you. Seeing the scene of the young man hurrying around because of a string of sugar gourds, many people secretly laughed, especially Xue Wangjing, who turned his back and shrugged his shoulders, obviously holding back, but he was unwilling to lend a hand in bad spirits.

"If you don't have a place to put it, just throw it away, can a string of sugar gourds be more important than the injuries of His Royal Highness the Nine?" Zhao Yusong scolded in a deep voice, and didn't say anything about helping his cousin take it, the gaina maltose had melted, and it flowed down the stick to the young man's fingertips, looking very sticky and disgusting.

At the same time, the Nine Emperors spoke softly, "Give it to this king, and this king will help you get it." The words fell and glanced at Zhao Yusong very gloomily. He didn't think much about it before, but now that he came back to his senses, he realized that the relationship between the two brothers seemed to be very unharmonious, otherwise Zhao Yusong would not have repeatedly slandered Youshu in front of him, and even made them almost miss it!

If it weren't for Xue Wangjing's suggestion to tease Youshu, if it weren't for the fact that he had been bored recently and wanted to have fun, he would definitely disdain to deal with such villains who tend to be inflammatory. And Youshu just returned to Beijing with his father to report on his work, and he would leave Beijing after the evaluation period, maybe he would get married in two or three years, and since then he has a group of wives and concubines, and a full house of children. What's the matter with him?

Thinking of this, the Nine Emperors shed cold sweat all over their faces, and their hearts were even more uncertain, and they were afraid, they were grateful to Xue Wangjing for a while, and they hated Zhao Yusong for a while! Soon, he remembered that because of Zhao Yusong's slanderous words, he had a very bad impression of Youshu before, and before he pushed the door in, it seemed that he had said something extremely hurtful?

The Nine Emperors struggled to recall, becoming more and more nervous and embarrassed. He was sarcastic and grandiose in front of so many people, and his thoughts were dirty. How would he use the word "dirty" to describe a young man as ethereal as a mist? Damn it! It's really lard that blinds the heart, or the brain is in water!

Zhao Yusong, what kind of grudge does this king have with you? You want to ruin this king? His Royal Highness the Ninth Emperor Prince, who is already seventeen this year and will soon become the Prince of Xia Qi, has tasted frustration for the first time, and has deeply felt the anger of wanting to skin a person alive.

But before that, he must explain the misunderstanding clearly, otherwise what will Youshu think of him? No wonder he was full of grievances when he saw him, and he was very restrained and afraid.

The Nine Emperor Princes were at war with heaven and man in their hearts, and Youshu had already automatically and spontaneously handed over the sugar gourd, not realizing how bold it was to do so. He seems to have been separated from his master for more than 600 years, but in his memory, it is only August and September, and the intimacy and tacit understanding cultivated over the years will not disappear for a while.

The Nine Emperors took the sugar gourd, and they didn't dislike the maltose at all. In fact, he felt very satisfied with being able to do something for the boy, even the smallest of things, as if he had owed the boy in his previous life and would have to pay it back in this life.

The two of them interact as a matter of course, but to others it is very strange and unusual. The Nine Emperors suffer from Yan zhòng's cleanliness, how can they help strangers get sugar skewers? And it's still almost melting, licking countless times, stained with saliva sugar skewers. Is he so fond of teenagers? Like to be inseparable from each other?

Xue Wangjing stared at the young man who was squatting on the ground, taking off his shoes and rolling his trouser legs for His Royal Highness, and whispered, "Brother Cang Lonely (Zhao Yusong's words), where did you come from, little cousin?" Have you met His Highness before? Even if you see it at first sight, you can't 'so' it to this point! ”

It may be possible for others, but it is really unimaginable that this matter happened to the unruly, perverse and evil Nine Highnesses. There must be some other reason for this.

Zhao Yusong was also very unhappy by the sudden change. He originally wanted to let Youshu retreat from the difficulty, and by the way, he grabbed him a laughing stock, but when the Nine Emperor Princes saw him, they were like bees seeing flowers, and they were uncharacteristically sticking upward. Youshu has never gotten along with the Nine Emperor Princes, so she may not feel it deeply, but these old people who have followed the Nine Emperor Princes for more than ten years only feel that their eyes are wide open, and they can't believe it.

"I don't know what's going on." He shook the jade bone incense fan in his hand, although he tried his best to hide it, his eyes still showed a bit of gloom. Once the relationship between Youshu and His Royal Highness Nine becomes deep, his previous derogatory words about Youshu will definitely become a thorn in His Highness Jiu's heart, and he wants to pull it out quickly. Therefore, he could not let the two continue to get along.

Zhao Yusong put away the bone fan while thinking about countermeasures in his mind, while Youshu had gently lifted the master's trouser leg to check the injury.

"How could you be so badly hurt?" Without waiting for Youshu to speak, Xue Wangjing had already stepped forward quickly, his tone anxious. His Royal Highness Fang Caijiu kicked a few times, looking very lively, he thought he was pretending, which was much stricter than expected, not only a large piece of red, but also a few huge crystal blisters, not to mention touching it, it hurt for him to look at it.

Youshu was also surprised, and her brows wrinkled unconsciously. When he was in the research institute, he specialized in logistics, so he was naturally familiar with caring for wounds. Without waiting for the doctor to open his mouth, he had already rolled up his sleeves and said slowly, "To make such a big blister, you must poke a small hole with a needle to release the effusion, so that it will be good quickly." ”

"Who, who's going to poke?" The doctor's teeth chattered. Not to mention that letting him take a needle to poke His Royal Highness the Nineth, even if he takes the pulse for His Highness, it will scare his soul. He has a senior brother who is on duty in the Tai Hospital, and he heard that the most difficult thing to serve is this master, who often beats the Tai Doctor half to death because of a small problem of headache and brain fever.

Youshu looked at him strangely and said, "Naturally, I'll poke it, you go and prepare the scalding cream, and you'll wipe it later." "He is used to serving his master, but after more than 600 years, he can't turn around for a while, and he does a lot of work on himself.

The doctor let out a sigh and hurriedly went to find the burn cream. Youshu washed his hands and picked a silver needle of suitable length and put it on the candle flame to roast.

Zhao Yusong saw that he really refused to let go of this opportunity to make a fool of himself, and he sneered in his heart. It was Xue Wangjing who had a great impression of the teenager. The worry and concern in the young man's eyes were not pretended to be casual, not only did His Highness Nine hit him off at first sight, but his feelings for His Highness Jiu were also very deep. If these two people really meet for the first time, it can only be attributed to fate.

Fate is a very mysterious thing.

Seeing that the young man wanted to take care of his wounds with his own hands, His Royal Highness Jiu was very close in his heart, and he was only scalded with a few blisters, that is, a layer of skin and flesh was burned off his body, and he felt willing. He placed his injured leg on a low stool and said softly, "It's okay, take your time." ”

Youshu nodded in agreement, squatted down and looked at a few blisters, and said worriedly, "Does it hurt?" ”

The Nine Emperor Princes, who were still indifferent, immediately frowned, "It hurts, it hurts for a while." "If it doesn't hurt, the boy probably won't worry about himself. In this case, it is better for him to take himself to heart.

The master not only has a fragile expression, but also a very aggrieved tone, this is the first time Youshu has seen this appearance. He has always thought that his master is strong and resolute, calm and capable, and invincible and omnipotent, but now he is like a young boy, who does not know how to hide his feelings, let alone arm himself.

No, it's because he thinks about it, the master is now a young man, he is only seventeen years old, and he is pampered, well-dressed, and well-fed, it is normal for him to react like this. Youshu felt that it was very fresh, and looked at him several times, and couldn't help but comfort, "As long as the fluid is released and the medicine is applied, it will be fine in three or four days, don't be afraid." But don't get wet when you go back, and don't break the outer skin, otherwise it will become inflamed. ”

As he spoke, he gently blew the blisters, both in his movements and in his tone, as if he were coaxing a young and ignorant child.

This Zhao Xiaogongzi is inevitably too simple, right? How do you talk to a male lion in a teasing tone of kinba? Not afraid of being torn to shreds? At this moment, Xue Wangjing's admiration for Youshu was like a surging river, endless, and he also gave a thumbs up to Zhao Yusong, who had a gloomy face, indicating that Zhao Xiaogongzi's courage was the first in Beijing.

They all waited for His Highness Nine to go to the Ninth Highness, but they didn't expect His Highness Nine to slowly hook his lips, his eyes shining, as if he was very happy.

"Well, it won't get wet, and it won't break the skin." He even agreed, and his tone was so gentle that it was a mess!

Everyone was shocked, but Youshu didn't feel anything, poked the blisters carefully and carefully, and then gently wiped the overflowing liquid with sterilized cotton. The Nine Emperor Princes lifted the sugar gourd, licked a few mouthfuls of the place where the young man had licked before, and then hesitated for a while before slowly speaking, "How old are you?" ”

"Sixteen." If you have a concubine, you don't raise your head.

"Is the case you were framed in Lin'an Mansion closed now?"

"It's over."

"How did it end?" The eyes of the Nine Emperor Princes flashed, revealing murderous intent.

"I don't know, it seems that several people involved in the case have been exiled, right?" Youshu's eyes rolled, as if reminiscing. He didn't inquire about the follow-up, so naturally he didn't know the ending of everyone.

"It's just exile?" The Nine Emperors' tone was aggravated, obviously very dissatisfied with this result, and secretly remembered in his heart to supervise the imperial history. The front was almost laid, and he slowly introduced the topic, his tone mixed with imperceptible apprehension, "You can see ghosts, is this true?" Actually......"

In fact, there are many talented people in this world, but it's just a hell, nothing unusual. I said before that you were grandstanding and dirty, and that was because I heard and listened to and believed it, which made me have a bad impression of you. After all, it's me who is narrow-minded and should apologize to you. If you could see ghosts, would you be afraid? Will you have nightmares? I can take you to the temple to ask the monks to resolve it. If you feel afraid, you can also live in my East Palace, I am a nobleman, and the evil cult will not dare to get close. I can protect you from any harm......

The Nine Emperor Princes had a lot to say, but he only spit out two words and was interrupted by the young man in a hurry, "No, of course it's not true!" I don't want to talk about those things again. ”

Youshu raised her head, glanced at her master quickly with reddish eyes, and then hung down hurriedly. He almost forgot that his master was very disgusted by the idea of ghosts and gods. Seeing that his master was injured, he was dizzy again, knowing that many of the people present were people who wanted to share the worries and solve problems for their master. As an outlier, an extremely fearful being, he should stay away and hide it obediently, otherwise he will end up completely breaking up like in his previous life.

Thinking like this, Youshu couldn't help but speed up her movements, her face was white, her brows were furrowed, and she looked very restrained.

The Nine Emperor Princes clearly felt the alienation and vigilance exuded by the young man, and his heart was both apprehensive and angry, and this anger did not stem from the rudeness of the young man, but his previous nonsense. How can he judge a person without meeting? It's just stupid!

The boy seems to be very evasive about that incident, and it can be seen that he has memorized his nonsense, what can he do? For the first time, the Nine Emperor Princes experienced the feeling of being at a loss and speechless. He racked his brains and thought for a while, but he didn't dare to open his mouth at will, for fear that if he said something wrong, he would poke the young man's lung tube.

So he could only change the topic stiffly, hoping that after a long time, the boy could slowly lose his anger. He glanced the boy up and down a few times, and said softly, "Do you like to wear flowers?" If an ordinary man dressed like this, he would be disgusted, and then asked the guards to strip off the other man's clothes on the spot, but the young man felt that it was particularly pleasing to the eye.

The red and purple peony sets off his already glossy and lustrous little face, a camellia on the sideburns, and a gem on the forehead, not only is it not fancy, but it shows the vigor and beauty of the young man. He has a pleasant good looks, and a sweet temperament that makes people stare at and guard against loosening.

It is to let the Nine Emperor Princes look at this face for a lifetime, and they will not get tired.

Youshu doesn't care about her fancy clothes, others can laugh if they want to laugh, let them go. However, if he makes a fool of himself in front of his master, his little heart will be a little unbearable, and feelings of shyness, chagrin, and regret will come up one after another. He immediately took off the camellia on his sideburns, and said with a red face, "No, I don't like it." My mother insisted that I wear it. ”

The young man's cheeks were crimson, his eyes were wet, and he looked even more gorgeous than Fang Cai, and this shy little appearance was ten million times cuter than the previous indifference and detachment. The dark clouds in the heart of the Nine Emperor Princes dissipated in an instant, snatched the camellia that was about to be destroyed, inserted it back into his sideburns, and carefully adjusted the angle, and said sincerely, "You-Niang have a lot of vision, and this flower is very good for you." Youshu is really a beauty. ”

My family has a beautiful woman. The ridicule that was once very familiar coincided strangely with this sentence, which made Youshu's expression dazed for a moment. While he was in a daze, the Nine Emperor Princes quickly reached out and poked the young man's looming dimples, then hid his fingertips in his sleeves and gently grinded them.

The hand-feeling is better than imagined, and it is worth the trip to know Youshu today.

Youshu was poked back to her soul, and she hurriedly lowered her head and quickly treated the wound. He repeatedly warned his master that he didn't need treacherous aliens around him, and then he slowly became calm, smeared the ointment evenly, bandaged the wound, and urged, "Okay, you can go back to the palace." ”

The Nine Emperors frowned and retorted, "Back to the palace? Back to what palace? The king has just come out of the palace. Let's go, go out on the streets. ”

How long have we known each other before we have to separate? Time was too fast for him to accept. Mo said that after only scalding a few blisters, he broke his leg, and he had to stay with the young man until the palace to give the key before turning back. No, it's best to ask my father tomorrow to allow him to build a mansion outside the palace, so that he can see the boy every day.