Following.

Ye Qingwan thought that the antidote to Jiang Xuecheng should be almost eaten, so he and Chun Yuchen sneaked to the prince's mansion.

This time, I hid from everyone and sneaked in.

Instead, Jiang Xuecheng was lying on the bed and asked the guards to give him medicine.

The injury was so severe that he didn't even have the strength to get out of bed, and he lay on the bed all day and chirped.

However, the plum blossom cake on the plate has already bottomed out......

"It's only been a few days since I saw you, how did you become like this?" Ye Qingwan jumped in from the window, followed by Chun Yuchen.

The man was carrying a medical kit in his hand, he was tall, and his facial expressions were really scarce, so he looked very serious.

Jiang Xuecheng was not wearing clothes at this time, and he didn't even have a quilt on his body.

This also caused him to be surprised when he saw Ye Qingwan, almost subconsciously sat up from the bed, and before he could speak, he was covered by the sudden curtain.

Cover it tightly.

Jiang Xuecheng: "......"

"What is this?" Jiang Xuecheng tore off the curtain and looked at the initiator - Chun Yuchen very dissatisfied.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, please also dress well and pay attention to your image."

He was afraid that the eldest lady of his family would see something that should not be seen and stain her eyes.

The guards were about to dress Jiang Xuecheng when Ye Qingwan, who had been silent, spoke.

"I've got some medicine, so let's wipe it on him."

Ye Qingwan felt that it was nothing, under the mask, her face was not red and she was not panting, after all, ...... Jiang Xuecheng's figure is not as interesting as Jiang Wumian's.

She watched calmly as the guard gave Jiang Xuecheng medicine.

Jiang Xuecheng snorted lightly, the ointment was applied to the wound, the cool feeling seeped through the skin, the hot feeling dissipated a lot in an instant, and the whole person felt a lot more comfortable.

He also smeared the medicine yesterday, but it was the best gold sore medicine, but it was not as comfortable as the medicine that Ye Qingwan gave him.

"Doctor Ye, this medicine is a good medicine, I wonder if I can leave a little for this palace?"

"I only have this bottle, and it's very troublesome to refine." She doesn't have helpers, and refining medicine is really troublesome.

And this medicine, she still wants to keep it for Jiang Wumian.

Jiang Xuecheng: "......"

Ye Qingwan: "You are not seriously injured, you can see that those people have left their hands." ”

The corners of Jiang Xuecheng's mouth twitched slightly, and he was almost shut up by Ye Qingwan.

He said his injuries — not serious?

Ye Qingwan naturally added: "It didn't hurt your muscles and bones, it just taught you a lesson." ”

Jiang Xuecheng: "......"

Ye Qingwan attached his hand to his wrist, and after a while, he spoke: "The effect of the medicine has accumulated too much, you have to insist on taking this medicine." ”

As he spoke, Ye Qingwan put another bottle on the table.

Jiang Xuecheng's face suddenly became ugly, and it could even be called distorted.

"Can't you get rid of the poison in a different way?"

Why do you have to spit?

Every time he vomited, he felt like he was going to vomit out all his internal organs, and not to mention this, the smell alone made him want to bang against the wall.

It's terrible!

"It's the quickest and gentlest way to do it."

"What's the least gentle way?"

Ye Qingwan: "Want to know?" ”

Jiang Xuecheng nodded.

Ye Qingwan: "Lock it up, tie your hands and feet, and endure it if you are addicted, it really can't be done, chop your hands and feet, you have to quit after all." ”

She once saw a video of drug rehabilitation on TV, and it was much worse than she said.

Jiang Xuecheng's body stiffened, and he subconsciously protected his hands and feet, this divine doctor was simply a devil.

When he said such a thing, his face was not red and he was not panting.

Ye Qingwan instructed him a few more words and left.

Outside the Prince's Mansion.

"Chun Yuchen, go and send someone to find out who is the person who injured Jiang Xuecheng."

"Why didn't the eldest lady ask when she was in the house just now?"

Ye Qingwan glanced at Chun Yuchen: "If I ask, will he say it?" If he wants to say it, he will say it if I don't ask. ”

Although she knew that it was not good to investigate other people's secrets, she needed to make sure of something.

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Walking on the street, Ye Qingwan was hanging her head and thinking about things, when a figure suddenly rushed towards her.

Chun Yuchen reacted faster than her, and kicked the boy in the abdomen directly, and the boy whimpered and knocked down a stall before stopping his body.

"Don't, don't hit me, I'm obedient, don't hit me."

"Don't hit me......"

The boy's voice snorted, curled up, his clothes tattered and exposed on the outer skin, not a single one intact, all scars.

When the little trader saw that his stall was knocked over, he suddenly became angry, they were just ordinary people, doing a small business to support their families, and they had not made much money today, so they had to pay first.

He went up and kicked the boy a few times, kicking and scolding, as if he wanted to kick the boy to death.

Ye Qingwan didn't plan to care, but Yu Guang suddenly saw a mark on the boy's neck, this is not-

She went to the merchant, took the money, and said, "I will pay for how much." ”

When the merchant saw the silver, his eyes lit green, "That's enough, that's enough." ”

"Little ghost, someone helped you today, count yourself lucky, otherwise you will be killed today."

The vendor's vicious words made the boy tremble even more.

Ye Qingwan glanced at the vendor coldly, and the vendor suddenly stopped talking and walked away.

Ye Qingwan squatted down in front of the boy, "It's okay, he's gone." ”

She reached out and tried to ruffle the hair from the boy's face, it was too dirty for her to see him.

The boy shrank his body suddenly, and behind his hair, a pair of frightened eyes looked at Ye Qingwan timidly.

When he saw the mask on her face, his eyes shrank even more like a frightened deer.

He muttered, "Don't hit me......"

"I'm obedient, don't hit me......"

"I'm obedient ......"

Ye Qingwan raised her hand to take the mask on her face, a delicate little face was exposed in front of people, she hooked her lips, making herself look more gentle.

"I'm not going to hit you, can you get up first?"

"Fairy, fairy sister ......"

After the boy finished speaking, he threw himself directly into Ye Qingxuan's arms, holding her and not letting go.

"Sister Fairy, are you Sister Fairy?"

Ye Qingwan stretched her hands, she didn't know what to do, she had nowhere to put it, she had rarely been so close to people, and she was a little resistant to the boy's touch in her heart.

In the end, seeing the boy's pitiful eyes, she could only symbolically rub the boy's head and say, "Will you come home with me?" ”

Ye Qingwan put on the mask again.

On the way back to the palace with the boy, the boy was also eager to hang on her, holding Ye Qingwan's sleeves tightly with both hands, as if he was afraid that Ye Qingwan would be unhappy and leave him behind.

In the Fu'an Temple.

Ye Qingwan called the maid over, wanting them to wash the boy and change into clean clothes.

But as soon as the boy saw them, his emotions were uncontrollable and he began to shout and make trouble, but as soon as he saw Ye Qingwan, he instantly died down.

"Sister fairy, don't you go, okay, don't leave the little slave?"

Ye Qingwan looked at the little guy who was only on his chest and said, "You go and ask them to bathe you and change your clothes, and I won't leave you." ”

The boy hung his head, carefully tugged at Ye Qingwan's sleeve, and asked timidly, "Really?" The little slave asked them to bathe the little slave, and the fairy sister didn't leave the little slave, okay? ”

"Okay."

After receiving an affirmative reply, the boy was taken to the side hall by the maid step by step.

Ye Qingwan looked at him and disappeared in front of him.

Little slaves?

His name?

After a while, a maid came over to report, "Doctor Ye, go over and take a look." ”

"What's wrong with him?"

The maid said as she walked, "There are too many wounds on his body to wash." ”

Ye Qingwan pushed open the door of the side hall and saw the little slave standing there barely.

All over the body, there were knife wounds, sword wounds, burns, whip wounds, and even small wounds, as if they had been pierced by something.

Ye Qingwan's eyebrows condensed slightly, the little slave looked no more than ten years old, and the long-term malnutrition caused him to be thin and small, with general skin and bones, such a wound was attached to it, and it made people feel suffocated when they looked at it.

"Go get my medicine kit."

Ye Qingwan walked over and took his hand and let him sit on the bed.

Most of the wounds had already scarred, leaving deep and shallow marks on his body, and she patted his hand and said, "I will give you medicine, and if you take medicine, it will not hurt." ”

Some places have been stained with dirt, and Ye Qingwan can only scrape them off with a knife and apply ointment.

After finishing this, half a day passed.

There were too many wounds on his body, and Ye Qingwan didn't know how he survived.

New wounds, old wounds, layer upon layer.

After applying all the ointment, he waited for another half an hour before Ye Qingwan let him soak in the medicinal bath.

When I came out, it was already dark.

Only then did Ye Qingwan see his face clearly.

Xu is because of his weak body, the boy's face is very pale, but his face is exquisite, and he looks soft and glutinous, which makes people feel pity.

Jiang Wumian only learned that Ye Qingwan had brought back a little beggar from outside, and he was a man.

He went directly to the Fu'an Hall and saw Ye Qingwan eating with a strange boy.

The boy devoured it, and there was no beauty at all.

Jiang Wumian stared at the boy for a long time, pursed his lips, and said, "This is the person you picked up from outside?" ”

The boy raised his head, his amber pupils flickered slightly, and smiled softly at Jiang Wumian: "Brother Immortal." ”

Jiang Wumian frowned, isn't this a fool?

Jiang Wumian said, sat next to Ye Qingwan, and asked; "What's his name?"

"Little slave."

"It's ugly." Jiang Wumian glanced at the little slave with disgust.

The little slave pursed his mouth, lowered his head, poked the rice in the bowl with chopsticks, and said, "Does the fairy brother not like the little slave?" ”

Ye Qingwan also felt that the word "little slave" was too insulting, so he said: "Then you will have my surname in the future." ”

"Ye Xiyang." Jiang Wumian almost blurted out.

Ye Qingwan looked at Jiang Wumian with some surprise in his eyes.

"Doesn't sound good?"

"Sounds good." Ye Qingwan nodded subconsciously.

Ye Qingwan looked at the boy beside him, "In the future, you will be called Ye Xiyang." ”

The boy listened and laughed happily.