When Murong He arrived, he closed his eyes almost immediately when he saw the situation.

Jiang Wan's face was covered with bloodstains, all of which she had caught herself, and then she was now sober, and she was afraid that she would not be treated by the imperial doctor if she would leave a scar

It's very difficult.

"Let me go, I don't want a scar"

The imperial doctor came out sweating profusely with the medicine, and asked Murong He: "Your Majesty, if you don't heal the face of the little lord Jiang, I'm afraid it will really be wasted."

Murong He stared at the imperial doctor: "You tell me honestly, is she really going to have a scar?"

The imperial doctor lowered his head, and his face was very ugly: "Little Master Jiang's face is too deep, it is very likely that it will"

Murong He kicked him directly: "No matter what method you use, you must save her face for me"

"Yes, yes," the Imperial Doctor said in a panic.

In the end, Jiang Wan was forcibly pressed down to take the medicine, and her face was covered with something thick, similar to a modern bandage.

The doctor instructed him not to touch water, not to wash his face, and not to eat spicy and stimulating food for ten days, otherwise it would not be conducive to the recovery of the wound.

Jiang Wan was demoted two levels in a row, and now this kind of thing has happened, and the family is not a nobleman, it is estimated that this road to favor is coming to an end.

After waking up, Jiang Wan was still making a lot of noise, looking at her face covered with gauze, she actually wanted to pull it down and take a look.

The palace maid immediately dissuaded: "Little master, you can't move, the doctor said, if you move, the wound may worsen."

"Get out" Jiang Wan roared heartbreakingly, regretting that she would do such a thing, but she couldn't control her hands, and she always felt that there was an inexplicable factor in her body, tormenting her heart and crushing her will.

"Yo, sister, this flower-like face needs to be protected." Duanmu walked in mockingly.

The last person Jiang Wan wants to see now is Duanmu Lian, who got up from the mirror and said, "What are you still doing here, you go out?"

The palace maid beside Duanmu Lian scolded: "Bold, you are a little concubine, how can you talk to the queen like this, this is a confrontation"

Duanmu Lian smiled: "People's faces have become like this, do you still have to slap your mouth according to the rules, I'm afraid Sister Jiang's face will really be useless." ”

The palace maid in charge seemed to understand Duanmu Lian's meaning, and also smiled and said: "Yes, the slave maid understands that if after Xiao Master Jiang recovers, there are so many blood marks on his face, and he still catches it by himself, I'm afraid she will be scared when she sees the mirror in the future." ”

These words stimulated Jiang Wan even more, but the palace maid beside her grabbed her tightly, and her eyes signaled that she must not be angry now.

Especially standing in front of her, it is still the queen, if Jiang Wan collides with the queen now, then I am afraid it will be even worse.

Duanmu Lian walked over step by step, pushed away the palace maid beside Jiang Wan, lowered her head, grabbed his head, and said coldly: "This is called one retribution and one retribution, since you can hurt an innocent child for the sake of profit, and you are so crazy about snatching things that do not belong to you, then you should be punished, your current state is the retribution that God gives you."

"No," Jiang Wan shouted, her voice piercing.

Duanmu Lian sneered: "Sister, don't hurt your body, the imperial doctor said, if you don't want to leave a scar, it's best not to move your emotions, otherwise, even if your face recovers, it will leave criss-crossing scars." ”

"Let's go" Duanmu Lianlai taunted and left, in order to stimulate Jiang Wan even more.