After Zhao Fuling was sent back to Chonghua Palace, Chen Fu immediately invited a doctor for her.

Because of the injury in the back, there is a lot of inconvenience between men and women, so I just hastily checked the pulse of convenience, prescribed some medicine and left.

Seeing this, Peony wiped her tears and cried: "Niangniang's back is bleeding, and the imperial doctor doesn't take a closer look, what if this is the root of the disease?" ”

Yuan Zhi sighed beside him: "You girl is really confused...... Niangniang's identity is special, the injury is in the back, and the doctors are all men, how can you take a closer look? ”

Peony said with tears in her eyes: "But there are also doctors in the hospital, aunt, why don't we invite the doctors again?" ”

Yuan Zhi had already thought of this layer than her, but most of the medical girls were apprentices, no different from the medicine boys.

The people who can really see the doctor are these male doctors, even if they summon the doctors and women, they just help clean up the wounds and apply medicine.

But these jobs can also be done by the little girls around me.

Yuan Zhi didn't say anything more, but only ordered the palace maid behind to hurry up and grab the medicine, and asked Peony to take off her clothes and clean up the wound for Zhao Fuling.

When Zhao Fuling was wearing clothes, she didn't feel anything.

It wasn't until the clothes were completely removed that the injuries were shocking.

The originally smooth and fair back is now bloodstained, even the back to the buttocks are red and swollen, and the two legs are not much better.

Peony has cried several times, but when she saw this scene, she couldn't hold back her red eyes.

She was afraid that it would affect Zhao Fuling, so she gritted her teeth and didn't dare to make a sound, only tears fell down in large numbers.

Yuan Zhi also gasped, he didn't expect the two little eunuchs to be so ruthless, and he thought that Wen Yuan had explained in advance, so he could put a little water.

From this point of view, Zhao Guiren didn't say a word when he was beaten just now, and he was indeed a hard bone.

Even Yuan Zhi secretly admired it.

The way to clean up the wound was explained by the doctor, and he also left ointments and the like, Yuan Zhi and Peony carefully cleaned up and applied Zhao Poria.

Although the back pain was tormenting, after the spirit relaxed, Zhao Fuling was sleepy again.

Before going to sleep, she was still thinking about the affairs of Xuanhua Palace, and told Yuan Zhi in a vague voice: "Remember to make an appointment with the fifteenth princess first, and take her over when I get better in a few days......

Yuan Zhi sighed, and after responding, he covered Zhao Lingling with a thin silk quilt.

There was no movement in the house, Yuan Zhi straightened up, and also retreated lightly with the peony.

……

Li Jingmo had been standing under the tree in the courtyard all morning.

The sun moved from the east to the sky, and slowly moved westward, but it still didn't wait for Zhao Fuling.

Ying Qi packed up his things early, drilled up and down in the tunnel at this time, and after making the final preparations, he came out of the house and asked Li Jingmo: "Master, you and Concubine Zhao have an appointment this morning, right?" ”

Li Jingmo put his hands behind his back, his eyes drooped, and he let out a light "um".

When they left last night, the last thing they said was to see you tomorrow, but now it was noon, and she hadn't come yet.

Ying Qi saw that Li Jingmo's mood was not high, and he rarely comforted him delicately: "Master, don't be sad, didn't Sun Niangniang go to the front hall to see?" Maybe Concubine Zhao is delayed over there, and she will come over later. ”

Li Jingmo frowned when he said this, and his voice was a little lower: "Who is sad?" ”

Ying Qi: "...... It's a subordinate. The subordinates saw that this Zhao Concubine couldn't wait for the left and couldn't wait for the right, and they were really sad in their hearts. ”

When Li Jingmo heard this, he raised his eyes to look at him, and his black pupils seemed to reflect the light, gloomy and compassionate, making people's scalps tingle.

"In what capacity are you sad?"

Ying Qi: "? ”

He snorted: "Then I'm not sad." ”

He's just a big wronged person who just wants to comfort people, what's there to be sad about?