"Yes, with the support of the young lady, the slave is not afraid."

"Well, you take care of Jiang Shaolan here, I'll go back and get something, I'll be back soon."

"Yes."

During a tea time, Sheng Zhiyao came back with a small glass of spiritual spring water and handed it to Mei'er: "Feed her, let's go home and sleep."

Mei'er hurriedly took it and poured it into Jiang Shaolan's mouth, then covered her with a quilt, and prepared to leave after packing up the medicine box.

"Mei'er, why do I think you're a little abnormal today?"

"What's wrong?" Mei'er looked at Sheng Zhiyao a little bewildered.

"I think you seem to have a very big opinion about Jiang Shaolan, you see that you first knocked her unconscious with a knife, and then asked you to feed water, you directly pried open her mouth and poured it in, don't you have an opinion?"

Sheng Zhiyao raised her eyebrows and stared at Mei'er with a smile.

Mei'er laughed wryly: "County master, the slave maid just thinks that Jiang Shaolan and King Wu should not be saved, and they should let him cut off their children and grandchildren."

"Oh, so you don't like her." Sheng Zhiyao suddenly said, "But what you said is also right, but doctors exist to save people, no matter whether the patient is friend or foe, life is precious."

Mei'er opened her mouth, not daring to argue.

"Okay, let's not talk about it." Sheng Zhiyao stood up, "But if they still want my life, I might as well take his life in order to protect myself."

With that, he waved his hand and walked out.

Mei'er stood there for a moment, and suddenly rushed out to support Sheng Zhiyao.

"Miss, I knew that when you said the first half of the sentence, I thought you were a reincarnation Hua Tuo, saving the world from danger." Mei'er raised her head arrogantly after speaking, and then laughed again, "The words that come out in the back are like my young lady."

"I said it as if I were cruel." Sheng Zhiyao snorted lightly and patted Mei'er on the shoulder, "Okay, let's go home."

"Hmm." Mei'er nodded, and the two walked out together.

As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, Sheng Zhiyao only felt a piercing pain in his right leg.

She couldn't help but bend over and cover her toes.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay," Sheng Zhiyao gritted her teeth and insisted, "Let's go!"

Sheng Zhiyao came out of Jiang Shaolan's room to the door of King Wu's mansion, and no one came to see her off, not even a greeting person.

It didn't matter if she arrived, but Mei'er, who was following behind, was not lightly angry.

Steward Li had been waiting at the door, and when he saw the master and servant coming out safely, he hurriedly walked over: "How is it? Are you alright?"

"Uncle Li, I'm fine, but I just sprained my foot, and now it's a little painful." Sheng Zhiyao's face turned slightly pale, and she reluctantly smiled, "Don't worry, I'll go back and spray some medicine, and I'll be fine after resting."

"Get in the carriage quickly, and I'll get you some bruiser wine to wipe when I go back."

"Okay." Sheng Zhiyao responded with a smile and got into the car.

Merle followed.

The carriage of the Shenghou Mansion left slowly, and Steward Li looked into the distance with a deep gaze.

"What do you say the Martial King's Mansion is doing?" Mei'er sat next to Sheng Zhiyao and complained dissatisfiedly, "Miss, they are simply too much, they will come and ask you when they ask for it, no one will care about us if they are saved, and they don't even have a cup of tea."

Sheng Zhiyao coughed a few times, leaned on the cushion and closed her eyes: "Mei'er, do you still care about the cup of tea in their house?" ap.

"That's not what Miss said, they are simply unloading the mill and killing the donkey, crossing the river and demolishing the bridge." Mei'er stomped her foot angrily, "I see, the Martial Prince's Mansion doesn't take Miss seriously at all."

Sheng Zhiyao opened her eyes: "Mei'er, we don't need other people's recognition, I only do things with a clear conscience."

"Miss, Jiang Shaolan and King Wu are not good people, so they shouldn't save her." Meier was still indignant.

"You girl." Sheng Zhiyao shook her head with a smile, and reached out to pinch Mei'er's bulging bun face, "I know you care about me, don't worry, I'm fine, and besides, I don't care about this."

Mer

muttered, turned around and took a piece of pastry and tea and handed it to Sheng Zhiyao.

"I don't eat, I'm a little tired and want to sleep." Sheng Zhiyao waved his hand.

Merle groomed her things and lifted the curtains to look around through the window.

Sheng Zhiyao leaned on the couch, her eyes gradually closed.

"Miss?" Mei'er shouted.

Sheng Zhiyao didn't react.

Knowing that she was asleep, Mei'er took out a blanket and gently covered her, and then sat outside and drove with Steward Li.

"Is there a stumbling block for you in the palace?"

"No," Mei'er sighed, "she didn't take us seriously."

Steward Li frowned, "Then why did they come to us?"

Mei'er shrugged: "Who knows, maybe the doctors in the Tai Hospital are useless."

"So they thought of Miss?" Steward Li sighed, "Hey, this Feng Chongwu is really ......" He shook his head and didn't say any more, "Don't mention him, you stay with Miss tonight, you must be tired."

Merle nodded.

When Sheng Zhiyao woke up, it was already noon and found herself lying on the bed, and the room was quiet.

Hearing the movement, Mei'er ran in, holding toiletries in her hand: "Miss, I guess you should wake up now."

Sheng Zhiyao rubbed the corners of her forehead and asked, "Why did I fall asleep?"

"You're tired, you tossed all night last night." Mei'er said as she soaked the towel and wrung it out and handed it to Sheng Zhiyao, "Miss wipe your face first."

Sheng Zhiyao took the handkerchief and wiped it casually, then put it between her nose and sniffed.

Mei'er was stunned: "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing," Sheng Zhiyao smiled faintly, "I just think there's a strange smell in the room."

"Oh! It's the smell of wine on your feet, King Chen has already rubbed the medicinal wine with you, and rubbed it, but you didn't react at all when you slept." Mei'er pouted.

Sheng Zhiyao was silent for a moment when she heard this: "So, Feng Yuanchen has been here?"

"Yes! When our carriage returned, he was already at the gate of the house, and when he saw that you were asleep, he carried you into the house."

Mei'er paused: "His Royal Highness King Chen looked quite gentle at that time."

"Heh......" Sheng Zhiyao sneered, "Are you sure it's gentle?"

"No, miss, don't think about it." Mei'er was anxious, "I mean His Royal Highness King Chen is very gentle with Miss."

"Got it! Don't speak for your lord." Sheng Zhiyao snorted and turned over and sat up, "You don't know that he has provoked Yu Manrou back, and he is still talking to him here, you are still my maidservant after all!"

"Miss, how can you provoke you back? That's Miss Yu's own affection, didn't you also see the prince rejecting her that day!" Meier said aggrievedly.

Sheng Zhiyao glared at her: "Anyway, you are not allowed to speak for Feng Yuanchen in the future."