"Out?"

The crown prince Li Cong leaned over the bed, holding a large pillow filled with cotton and brocade in his arms, and when he turned to ask Qu Fang, he pulled the wound and bared his teeth.

"Your Highness, don't move." Qu Fang hurriedly stepped forward and glared at the medical officer who was giving Li Cong medicine. The medic's hands trembled, and he became more cautious.

Qu Fang leaned down and said in a low voice: "I went out two hours ago, and I used Zhang Yinbao's waist card." Now the palace gate is about to be locked, and the old slave is afraid of ......"

"Afraid of what?" Li Cong pursed her lips and laughed: "If she dares to go out, she naturally has a way to come back." ”

Qu Fang saw that Li Cong was not angry, and boldly continued: "Xiaohe, the servant daughter of Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess, is now lying in the side hall, and there is a word that there is no need for dinner, and she probably wants to hide it from her subordinates like this. ”

The smile on Li Cong's face deepened a little, and he glanced at Qu Fang's cautious expression, and said with a smile: "Go to the side hall, just say that the palace invites the crown princess to come to the main hall for dinner." ”

Qu Fang answered yes and retreated carefully. After a while, he came back again, bowed his head and said: "I didn't let the old slave in, the mother-in-law at the door said that the princess had ordered it early in the morning, and if she didn't pass on dinner, she would lie down more if she was unwell." ”

The mother-in-law in Qu Fang's mouth is the upbringing of the East Palace. I don't know what means Su Qiang used to make these stubborn people on weekdays willing to hide it for her.

Li Cong suddenly became interested.

"Are you done?" He said a little impatiently: "After wiping the clothes of the palace, the palace is going to see if the crown princess is unwell." ”

There were still some wounds that were not ointended, but the medical officer did not dare to delay, and hurriedly whispered to help Li Cong up. The wound on his body was pulled when he got up, and Li Cong shrank his brow in pain. The medical officer carefully wrapped Li Cong's wound tightly with white silk, put on a dirty garment, and was about to put on a middle coat, but Li Cong was no longer patient and waved his hand to stop the medical officer's hand.

"It's just a few steps to the main palace, do you want to face the saint?" He stood up and took a step through gritted teeth in the pain of his soul being torn apart. Qu Fang hurriedly took out the medicine bottle from his sleeve and presented it with both hands.

It was a small silver-gray porcelain vase, tightly sealed with a cotton cloth dipped in wax. Inside is an ointment made of poppy and mandala flowers, which can be analgesic when smelled.

Li Cong subconsciously took the medicine bottle and sniffed it against the mouth of the bottle, only then did he feel that his legs and feet had listened to the call, and although his forehead was sweating while walking, his expression was as usual.

Walking to the side hall only a hundred steps, Li Cong was already sweating.

Qu Fang screamed bitterly in his heart.

Seeing the prince like this, he is going to demolish the princess in front of him and make the princess ugly. But the prince said one moment ago that he didn't care how the princess was, and the next moment he endured the pain and came to inspect it. How is this thinking and acting more and more different from the usual?

The young lady married by the Su family is even more strange and unpredictable.

The prince walked to the door of the side hall with the support of Qu Fang, and the palace maid standing on the side hurriedly knelt down to greet him. Li Cong looked at the closed door of the palace, and said with a smile on the corner of his lips: "Open it to the palace." ”

The guarding Xuan Xi did not have the courage to refuse the orders of His Royal Highness the Prince, and when he heard this, he looked left and right, but he still stepped forward and opened the door of the palace.

Li Cong gestured to the others to stop, and he stepped into the side hall with his own feet raised.

Entering the side hall, turning the vestibule surrounded by eight-sided screens, the living room with the swaying bead curtain on the left is where Su Qiang has lived for the past few days.

Lifting the beaded curtain, he stepped in.

A white light came to his face, and it turned out to be a sharp long knife.

……