In the past, no matter how hard she worked and how good she was, Mrs. Ning always treated her lukewarmly, and she never got close to her. She thought that Mrs. Ning was born cold-blooded, but she didn't expect to see such a warm scene today.

The smile on her lips was almost untenable.

Ning Hong opened his mouth at the right time: "Zhao'er, your grandmother's health is now very good, why don't you go to Nancheng Temple outside the city tomorrow to pray for your grandmother's blessing, maybe your grandmother's head disease will be completely cured." ”

"Yes, Zhao'er will go tomorrow."

Ning Zhao behaved well and filial in front of Mrs. Ning, and Mrs. Ning loved her even more.

Hearing this, Ning Jian was naturally not reconciled, and offered to go to Nancheng Temple with Ning Zhao to pray for blessings, and was also agreed.

Following.

Ning Zhao and Ning Jian rode in the same carriage to Nancheng Temple outside the city.

When I came to Nancheng Temple, I found that there were guards waiting in front of the main hall.

Ning Zhao guessed that it might be a noble person praying here, but as soon as he entered the main hall, he saw a familiar figure kneeling on the futon.

Her steps paused, and the hatred hidden in her eyes was almost impossible to hide.

This person in the hall is none other than the current crown prince Murong Cheng, and he is also the person who personally ordered her to be punished in her previous life.

Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into the flesh without any pain.

Ning Lian, who was on the side, couldn't help but muttered when he saw Murong Cheng: "Why is he here?" ”

She also looked down on this prince who no one was optimistic about at this time.

Ning Zhao suddenly remembered that some time ago, it was rumored that the prince was summoned back as soon as he got on the road because of the setback of the army, and he was also punished by the emperor to kneel. But he never thought that the place where he was punished to kneel happened to be this Nancheng Temple.

Murong Cheng knelt on the futon, folded his hands and closed his eyes and prayed: "My son wishes that my father will be in good health and live a long life; May the soldiers of my Yan Kingdom be like a broken bamboo and win a great victory; May there be no more wars in the world, and the people live and work in peace and contentment......"

He prayed sincerely and respectfully, without any resentment towards the old emperor, and the attendants on the side wiped their tears again and again.

As the crown prince, I don't know whether it is his luck or his sorrow.

Ning Zhao looked at him coldly, in her previous life, she also thought that he was too pitiful as a prince not to be favored by the old emperor, and his experience was too miserable. Looking at it now, I only feel that he is scheming and deliberately acting like this.

It's no wonder that the old emperor disliked it, and he deserved to be pinched and kneaded.

Although Murong Cheng was punished for kneeling here, Nancheng Temple did not prohibit outsiders from entering and exiting because of this, so after Ning Zhao and Ning Jian were discovered by the attendants, they could only bow forward.

"The courtiers have seen His Royal Highness the Prince."

Murong Cheng's face was a little pale at the moment, and he only bowed slightly in the face of Ning Zhao and Ning Lian's salute.

The two of them knelt on the futon behind Murong Cheng and prayed for Mrs. Ning.

Then the attendant reminded Murong Cheng in a loud voice: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, today's hour has come, you can get up." ”

Murong Cheng nodded, and was about to stand up, but there was a sudden heart-piercing pain in his knee, and he fell to the ground unsteadily.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

The attendant exclaimed, stepped forward to support Murong Cheng, and asked, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, is your knee hurt?" ”

Murong Cheng's brows tightened, fine beads of sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead, and his lips couldn't stop trembling: "Bengong's knees hurt so badly that I can't stand up for the time being, you can call someone to carry Bengong back to the wing." ”

"It's better to humble yourself and ask a doctor to come and take a look at you, it's not a trivial matter to hurt your knee." The attendant was very worried, and raised his hand to wipe Murong Cheng's sweat with his sleeve.

As soon as he heard that he was going to find a doctor, Ning Jian suddenly had an idea in his heart.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, the courtier's sister has studied medicine, why don't you let her treat you?"

Ning Lian looks gentle, and his tone is elegant and virtuous, which is easy to bring good impressions.

Murong Cheng and the attendants' eyes shifted from Ning Jian to Ning Zhao, and seeing that she was not very old, there was also a hesitant look on her face.

Ning Zhao naturally knew what Ning Jian was up to now, she didn't believe that she really knew how to heal, so she took the initiative to propose that she treat Murong Cheng.

If something goes wrong, it will be her who will be to blame instead of Ning Jian herself.

Ning Zhao sneered and calmly met Murong Cheng's inquiring gaze.

The four eyes looked at each other, touching the trace of coldness oozing from her eyes, Murong Cheng shivered for no reason.

Looking at it again, the coldness has all faded, only the eyes are flowing, glowing with water, pure and lovely.

It was as if the scene was all his delusion.

Seeing that Murong Cheng and Ning Zhao didn't answer, Ning Lian couldn't hold his breath and spoke again: "Zhao'er, don't you know how to heal?" Why don't you take the initiative to treat His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? Are you so unconcerned about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? ”

These words were serious, and the attendant's face suddenly sank, and his sharp eyes pierced Ning Zhao.

"My sister laughed, how dare my sister be disrespectful to His Royal Highness the Prince? For the diagnosis and treatment of His Royal Highness the Prince, the premise is that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince must agree, right? Ning Zhao's eyebrows bent, as gentle as a peach blossom.

Murong Cheng suddenly lost his mind, his eyes stared at Ning Zhao without turning his eyes, and he didn't come back to his senses until the attendant called him twice.

"In that case, then I will have to bother the girl to treat the palace." A faint red appeared on Murong Cheng's face, and even the tips of his ears were red.

Ning Lian, who had a full view of this scene, secretly hated it, and had a new idea in his heart.

Murong Cheng sat on the futon and lifted the hem of his trousers, revealing his knees, which were already red and purple.

Ning Zhao took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve, borrowed her silk handkerchief from Ning Lian, and covered it on top of Murong Cheng's two knees. So as not to have a skin-to-skin kiss and fall into the tongue of the mouth.

She stretched out her hand and pressed it, and Murong Cheng subconsciously stepped back because of the pain.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, please don't move." Ning Zhao said in a deep voice.

Murong Cheng didn't move again.

She raised her hand again and pressed it on Murong Cheng's knee, using the technique of massaging and pressing the acupoints, but this time she deliberately increased the force.

Murong Cheng gasped in pain, and the facial expression on Jun's face also distorted.

Ning Jian looked at Ning Zhao's chaotic press, and felt more and more funny in his heart.

If Murong Cheng's leg was ruined because of this, even if he was no longer favored, the emperor would blame Ning Zhao for it......

Her borrowing a knife to kill people is really wonderful!

Just as Ning Jian was watching the play with a smile on the side, Ning Zhao had already taken back the silk handkerchief, handed one of the silk handkerchiefs to Ning Chuan, and said lightly: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, you can stand up." ”

Ning Lian took it and put it away, watching Murong Cheng slowly stand up from the ground, the smile on the corner of her mouth gradually solidified.

"This ...... How could this be ......" Ning Lian couldn't help but exclaim.