I am cultivating myself in the palace

Prince Yan's Mansion, Leng Yard.

Because there were strange bloody patterns on Qingyan's hands where the white sable had bitten them, the master and servant invited the doctor in the mansion to rectify them, but unexpectedly learned that Lord Yan's wrists and hands were swollen.

Hearing this news, Qingyan held back a laugh--let you show off!General Feng Shao was taught by a decent family since he was a child, and his internal strength can be counted among the top even in the Jianghu. If King Yan went to fight with him, it was purely asking for trouble.Now it's just swollen, it's Feng Yi's mercy, if he really moves.It is possible to injure muscles and bones.

Qingyan thought casually, no wonder Mu Zheng was so honest when he left the palace, he ran to get into the carriage without saying a word.There was no mention of horseback riding.

"Although the old man has already prescribed a prescription for dispersing swelling and stasis for the prince, the effect cannot be seen immediately. It is estimated that the prince's right hand will be quite inconvenient in the past few days." The doctor sighed.

Qing Yan curled her lips, saying that it is inconvenient.Anyway, there are plenty of people to serve.

The concern for Lord Yan was nothing more than that, Qingyan stretched out her arm, Yu'er stepped forward and helped her roll up her sleeve, the left hand bitten by the white sable was exposed, and Yizheng's attention was immediately attracted: "this is??"

The pattern on Qingyan's hand spread out a little more, spreading half the back of the hand, looking like a manjusawa flower in full bloom.

"Mr. Zhang, please show me what's going on with the princess's hand?" Yu'er asked eagerly, "My princess was accidentally bitten by a mink two days ago. Such a thing looks creepy?"

Qingyan grinned and said, "I think it's quite pretty, like a flower tin."

"Miss!" Yu'er stomped her feet angrily, "Can it be the same! Why are you always like this, you don't care about yourself at all, just like before..." Seeing that Yu'er was about to find out about her back again, Qing Yan hurriedly begged for mercy. Those who coax and deceive are the ones who appease the maid.

Over there, Dr. Zhang was carefully examining Qingyan's hand. During the period, he asked Qingyan a few questions, including when he discovered the pattern, whether it hurts now, and whether there is any strange feeling. Qingyan answered truthfully.

The old doctor frowned, and ordered Yu'er to fetch a white porcelain bowl, add clean salt for [-] cents, and dissolve it with well water.Afterwards, he turned around and took out the silver needle from the medicine box, said offendingly, he chose the acupoint with intertwined pattern on the back of Qingyan's hand and stabbed deeply, and pulled out the silver needle.The wound soon oozes blood, and he carefully picked the blood into the water, held it up and looked at it carefully, the more he looked at it, the more he frowned, and he said to himself: "Is this...how is it possible..."

Seeing him like that, Qingyan must have some clues about the disease, so he asked: "Mr. Zhang has something to say, but it's okay to say, what is this pattern?"

The doctor was deliberating for a moment and said: "I'm not going to lie to my princess. This old man has never seen this disease before, but when he was young, he heard a similar symptom mentioned by a barefoot doctor who traveled all over the world. Tin, take flower blood, it will change color when it meets salt soup, please see..." he said.Lifting the white porcelain bowl in front of Qingyan, he saw that the drop of blood that dripped in just now turned into a faint blue, and scattered in the water.It seemed that what dripped in just now was not blood beads, but blue dye!

Yu'er exclaimed, "How could this happen!"

Qingyan was also very surprised. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that red blood would turn blue when dripped in salt water.

"That old man. What kind of disease is this thing? What harm does it do to our princess? How to cure it? How long will it take to cure? Are there any sequelae?" Yu'er threw out one question after another like a cannonball. Zhang Yizheng didn't even have a chance to interrupt, but was disgusted by the maid: "Oh, you should speak up!"

Qingyan patted the servant girl's hand comfortingly: "Yu'er, be quiet and listen to Mr. Zhang."

Only then did Yizheng get a chance to speak: "You two, to be honest, I don't know what kind of disease it is, and I don't know how harmful it is, so I talked about treatment." The old doctor said with shame: "Back then, I was young and vigorous, He claims to have read ancient and modern medical books, and has never seen this disease in classics, so he doesn't believe what the barefoot doctor said, only thinking that he is sensationalizing. He made it up. Sigh..."

"Then, what should I do then!" Yu'er panicked immediately, and stepped forward to grab the doctor's arm: "Mr. Zhang, if you think about it carefully, there must be something else!"

Seeing this, Qingyan hurriedly pulled Yu'er back: "Okay, Yu'er, don't make things difficult for Mr. Zhang."

She was actually a little disappointed in her heart, but Qingyan knew that Mr. Zhang was a benevolent doctor who would do his best for everyone. One winter in her previous life, she was misunderstood by Mu Zheng and made her kneel and hurt her knee. Just came to see.She asserted that Qingyan would never stand up again, she was in despair at that time, it was Mr. Zhang who tried his best to heal her leg, so that she was not disabled.So now that Mr. Zhang said he didn't know about the disease, Qingyan believed that he was really helpless.

"The old man only vaguely remembers that the barefoot doctor said that this symptom is not a disease." Dr. Zhang was thinking hard for a long time: "It seems to be a kind of mark..."

"Sign?" The master and the servant looked at each other. After a long time, Mr. Zhang could only remember a limited number of things, and he couldn't think of anything else. The only thing is that it spreads faster, so Mr. Zhang had to temporarily seal Qingyan's veins with needles, hoping to relieve it. Before leaving, Mr. Zhang assured Qingyan that he would search ancient medical books to find a solution.

Sending off Mr. Zhang, Qingyan's master and servant returned to the house, Yu'er was quite depressed, Qingyan laughed and said: "Tsk tsk, you look like a mourning concubine, people who don't know, think that the princess is about to die suddenly It's over!"

"Bah, bah, bah!" Yu'er bawled a few times, jumped up and covered Qingyan's mouth: "Don't say unlucky words! Miss will not die, you will live a long life!"

Qingyan was stunned, she lived a hundred years... She was only 22 years old when she died suddenly in her previous life, and before that, she couldn't survive several times, struggling to sink deeper and deeper into the treacherous abyss of the palace, and live a hundred years Years old, what a luxury wish is that??

"Miss?" Yu'er saw her in a daze, and felt uneasy again: "Did the servant say something wrong again? The servant is stupid, just wanting you to be well..."

Qingyan smiled softly, and held the servant girl's hand: "I know, Yu'er is right this time, and I will definitely live a good life this time." Longevity may not be possible, but in this life, no one will think about it. Take her life easily!

"Besides, I haven't seen my little Yu'er get married yet, so how can I close my eyes!" Qing Yan rolled her eyes, and began to tease the maid again.

Yu'er stomped her feet and said coquettishly, "Miss is teasing the servant again, so the servant should not marry, but serve the lady for the rest of her life!"

Qingyan pretended to be disgusted and said: "I don't want old girls to serve you."

This made the servant girl angry, she stretched out her hand to scratch Qingyan's itch, the master and servant fought together, the dull atmosphere was swept away, and the worry was hidden in her heart.

During the fight, Qingyan glimpsed out of the corner of his eyes, the figure of the white sable passing by in the corner of the door...