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Yuan Qing looked at him in surprise, "What do you mean?" ”

Yu Wenhao didn't answer and asked, "Why do you think it's King Ji's hand?" ”

Yuan Qingling thought for a moment and said, "Intuitive." ”

Of course, she is not the kind of person who relies on intuition, but based on the preliminary understanding of the current situation in her mind, she deduced that it was King Ji.

Yu Wenhao saw through it at a glance, "This king doesn't believe this statement, you just have to say it." ”

Yuan Qingling said lightly: "It is indeed intuition. ”

She was annoyed by her words, she didn't want to cause more trouble, these analyses were true, and they didn't do her any good, but would make him think that he had learned about these things when he was waiting for the mansion.

A person who reads history books has a keen sense of the current situation, King Ji is the eldest son, and has military exploits, the emperor appreciates it very much, and also attracts a group of courtiers, and it is inevitable to win the position of the prince.

And the other princes, even if they are ambitious, based on King Ji's current power, it is impossible for him to help him get rid of Yu Wenhao.

Because keeping Yuwen Hao is equivalent to laying a barrier for King Ji to step towards the position of the crown prince, it is not that other princes must see Yu Wenhao pleasing to the eye, but now that he is seizing the throne, it will not be so white-hot.

Yu Wenhao didn't ask anymore, but he was a little shocked in his heart, Yuan Qingling, a stupid woman, actually knew that it was King Ji.

It seems that the Waiting House has been talking about the current situation.

In his heart, he was even more disgusted with the Waiting Mansion.

Yuan Qingling lay on the mat and slowly closed his eyes.

I've been really tired lately, and I want to sleep when I get in bed.

However, there were many things that had been tangled in her mind, making her body tired and unable to lift her eyelids, but she could not sleep.

"Ugly girl!" His voice came from the bed.

Yuan Qingling turned his head sideways, not wanting to deal with such an impolite person.

A pillow was thrown down and smashed on Yuan Qingling's head.

Yuan Qingling propped up his hands and glared at him with eyes that didn't have any spirit at all, "What's wrong?" ”

"This king wants to be relieved!"

Yuan Qingling got up, walked to the corner behind the screen and took the night pot.

"Call Tang Yang in." His eyes are slightly dark, and he is occasionally smart, but he always makes stupid mistakes at critical times, telling her that she wants to relieve her is to ask Tang Yang to serve, who told her to get the night pot?

Yuan Qingling put down the night pot and turned around to go out to call Tang Yang.

Tang Yang went in for a while and came out with a night pot, and said to Yuan Qingling: "The princess can go in." ”

Yuan Qingling nodded, and was about to go in, but Tang Yang suddenly said, "Princess, wait a minute." ”

Yuan Qingling looked back at him, "What's the matter?" ”

Tang Yang walked to the courtyard, and then beckoned to Yuan Qingling, his expression was very mysterious.

Yuan Qing Linghu walked down suspiciously, "If you have something, just say it." ”

Tang Yang lowered his voice and said, "The prince still has a wound, and no one is allowed to deal with it, so he ...... Fang Cai's subordinates took a look, and it seemed that they were a little red and pus. ”

"And wounds? Why not let it be processed? Yuan Qingling said in astonishment.

Where are the wounds? She's clearly dealt with it, and she's seen it all before and after.

Apart from......

Her eyes slowly deepened, and she looked at Tang Yang, "You shouldn't be talking about reproduction...... Man's that thing, right? ”

That's what it says here, right?

Tang Yang is thirty-five years old this year, and he was also a veteran of Fengyue Field in his early years, and he followed Yu Wenhao back and forth from the battlefield to life and death, and he can be regarded as a person who has seen strong winds and waves.

However, now this sturdy man's face turned red, and he sighed in his heart, can the princess be tactful?

What kind of man that thing? Do you say that the ancestral ancestral hall of the prince's descendants is okay? The descendants are also a little better.

"Isn't it?" Yuan Qingling saw that he was only staring in a daze and did not speak, so he couldn't help but ask again.

"Tang Yang, what the fuck are you talking nonsense?" Inside, there was a roar, and this roar almost overturned the tiles, which was definitely not within his Yu Wenhao's physical strength.

Tang Yang ran away with the night pot.

Yuan Qingling withdrew his eyes in a daze and walked back slowly.

Yu Wenhao's face was blue and red, like a palette, but the bridge of his nose was blue and white.

Under his eyes, he was burning with anger, staring at Yuan Qingling deadly, still the kind of anger that wanted to eat her alive.

"That ......" Yuan Qingling didn't know why he was so angry, "Tang Yang said that you are still injured." ”

"He is talking nonsense!" Yu Wenhao gritted his teeth and said.

The more Yuan Qingling looked at it, the more he felt that it didn't look like Tang Yang was talking nonsense, but like he didn't admit it.

Yuan Qingling knew that some people would avoid medical treatment, so he said earnestly: "To the doctor, you can't hide the injury, otherwise, if other wounds are not properly treated, it will cause infection and high fever, which will be fatal." ”

"What's the matter with you?" Yu Wenhao said viciously.

Yuan Qingling frowned, "So, are you really injured below?" How can this hurt the underneath? Were you chopped up while lying down? ”

"This king is going to kill you!" Yu Wenhao roared again, and he couldn't wait for the whole person to stand up and blast Yuan Qingling.

A face was also red to the root behind the ear.

"If you want to kill, wait until you're better before killing, now let me see how serious the injury is."

"It depends on your size."

"You can look at my head casually, Tang Yang said that it is inflamed and pus, once it is infected, you will die."

"Get out!"

"Get out of here right away."

Yu Wenhao gritted his teeth and said: "This king will not let you see even if he dies." ”

Yuan Qingling sighed softly, her eyelashes drooping, "It seems that I have to enter the palace and ask the Emperor Taishang to give me a will." ”

Ordered to watch the chickens.

Yu Wenhao raised his eyebrows, "Do you still know how to write the word shame?" ”

Yuan Qingling didn't speak, looking at him.

"Don't stare at it, this king said that he won't show you death."

Disinfectant water, cotton balls, tweezers, and scrapers are all prepared.

Yuan Qingling looked at him, "I opened it, don't be embarrassed, I just see me as the imperial doctor." ”

"Imperial Doctor? You think beautifully! Yu Wenhao's teeth were cold, and he actually threatened to give him some anesthesia, and wait for him to pass out.

He didn't want to pass out, and who knows what she would do to him?

Gritting his teeth, he had to agree to let her take a look.

He turned his head to the inside of the bed, humiliated as she lifted the last fig leaf.

"The legs are spread apart, and you can't really see it."

He swallowed his saliva, swallowed his anger as well, and opened his leg as he said.

The air was cold, the cold seeped into the skin, and the hairs all over the body stood up.

"You ......" he felt touched by her hand, and was furious at the moment, "don't touch your hand." ”

"If I don't take it away, how can I see the wound? Oh my God, this wound is bone-on-bone, and if you go one more inch, you won't be able to save your offspring, and if you don't treat the wound, even if it heals, it will affect your male function. ”

What the heck? "You just say take a look."

"If the wound is not serious, I can leave it untreated, but, as Tang Yang said, your wound is inflamed and must be treated." Yuan Qing Ling Zhengse said.

"You ......"

"Shut up, you'll thank me when you wait for your maiden in the future."

Yu Wenhao's eyes rose with murderous intent, and he had secretly sworn in his heart that when he recovered, Yuan Qingling must die a miserable death.