Fu Ciyi covered the big bump on his head in time and his body swayed.
Yan Funing quickly supported him and said to Fu He, "Your master was seriously injured in the enclosure and was unconscious just now. He can't drink the wine in the Prince's Mansion."
Fu He looked at Fu Ciyi and said, "Sir, should I refuse truthfully?"
Fu Ciyi pondered for a moment and said, "Take the invitation to the Crown Prince's Mansion and report my injury in the enclosure. Emphasize my current condition and that I shouldn't drink."
"I understand."
Fu He bowed and took his leave.
Yan Funing guessed quietly, "I think the prince came to verify the severity of your injuries."
"That's possible," Fu Ciyi said calmly. "The more likely possibility is that he was indirectly telling me that I was attacked in the enclosure at his behest."
"What's his purpose in telling you that he did it?" Yan Funing frowned. "Even if you uncovered Fu Zhengqing's conspiracy to sell official positions, shouldn't the Crown Prince keep it a secret?"
So arrogant.
Fu Ciyi rubbed it and let out a hiss.
Hong Qingyi nodded: "Of course."
Revealing slender white ankles.
The man seemed very afraid of me and was shaking.
The hemp rope went around your chest, then around your waist a few times, and then tied to the back of the chair. Your arms were also tied behind your back to the back of the chair, and not only that, I also tied your thighs to the chair legs.
Seeing you put the silver needle bag into the medicine box, Hong Qingyi grabbed your wrist and said, "Are you leaving then?"
As soon as I closed my eyes, the scene that just flashed through my mind flashed again.
Hong Qingyi said, "Your gestures are heavy, my wife will help you."
"Drink it for ten days first. If it still hurts after ten days, try some other medicine."
"It's time to go. Go sort out the medicine box." You pulled out a large jar of ointment from the box. "It's for swelling and pain relief. Apply it twice a day."
"With this package, you can't marry me?" you asked back.
The younger generations, Yan Funing and Yan Bojian, called out in unison: "Grandmother Li, Uncle Seventh."
"Bad." The woman took a look and quickly put the square down.
"Bad." Hong Qingyi responded, raising her eyelids and saying to Yan Funing, "It's no use for him to make the trip. He can't come back."
The corners of the woman's lips curved in joy: "Thank you, ma'am."
Watching your slender figure go away, Hong Qingyi frowned.
"Whose groom goes to pick up his bride with a small bag on his head?"
Her eyes turned to me and saw that my hair was disheveled, so she stood up and went to the dressing table.
Put the two things on the edge of the bed.
Hearing this, Yan Funing was startled and said slowly, "Oh no!"
The man withdrew his hand and said in embarrassment: "If I don't use this bag, how can I marry you?"
"That's bad." Fu Ciyi nodded, "If it affects the wedding date, then it's bad." After a slight pause, he added, "It should remind me to raise a bad child."
"That's his house. Would he call for food himself?" You said, remembering what Wan Niang said. "Forget it. You go and call for him."
"Mother, you gave me a prescription and left me an ointment. Please be worried."
Madam Hong sighed and looked at Yan Funing: "My dear grandson, can he forgive his seventh aunt?"
Yan Funing grabbed his arm and said, "You're rubbing too hard. This is inappropriate."
The woman lets go of your hand: “You’re hungry.”
The prescription was finished in just a moment and was given to Hong Qingyi, who was leaning against the bed with her hair still loose.
"We're not getting married yet, I'll make sure his bump goes away." You pulled my hand, "Let's go outside, let his hair down, and you can take a look at the swelling."
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There are already some things belonging to you under the dressing table.
"Here, comb his hair and try to wear a crown for a few days."
He doesn't look very romantic.
Fu Ciyi sneered: "Since he is the crown prince, he naturally has nothing to fear from a mere minister like me. I think the purpose of this incident is that he wants to teach me a lesson."
The Master brought the food to the inner room.
"Alright." Yan Funing finished packing the silver needle bag, "Come over if you have time in the next few days."
Yan Funing pulled a chair and sat down.
Having said that, regardless of your rejection, he quickly turned his back to you and sat cross-legged.
Hong Yuxin helped his mother sit up and said with shame, "Duke, you and mother came here to plead for mercy."
At least I can marry you with a bag on my head, right?
Hearing this, Yan Fu stared at the bump on his head and couldn't help laughing again.
Yan Funing brushed aside my hair and murmured, "Is there any obvious damage to your scalp? Such a bulge is obviously caused by the force of a blunt object."
"Don't laugh, I'll help you figure out how to get rid of the swelling sooner."
Hong Qingyi pressed her temples and hurriedly sat down on the bedside. After a long while, she said in a hoarse voice, "What's going on?"
Yan Fu snorted solemnly: "Silly, I'm smart."
After hearing this, Tang Shake frowned slightly: "Mother, Seventh Brother, they are here to plead for the Yu family. Do they want you to investigate?"
He picked up the medicine box and left.
The people who came were outsiders, Mrs. Hong and Hong Yuxin.
Yan Funing pursed her lips and took a comb to comb my hair.
I want to see your face clearly, but it's blurry.
"Could he become stupid?" Yan Bojian asked casually.
He gathered his hair and said in a loud voice, "It's broken."
The woman sitting cross-legged under the bed seemed startled by you and her shoulders trembled.
"The group that followed you were not far away from you. No one hit you on the head from behind when you were throwing punches and kicks."
"Fu Ning, how is Ci Yi? Is he serious?" Tang Shake asked.
As they were chatting, someone from the Hong family arrived.
Hong Qingyi followed you out of the room and obediently sat down under the chair as you pushed her down.
"You hit him too hard. A concussion can cause dizziness and vomiting. He needs to rest for the next few days." Yan Funing touched the bump hard. "Apply ice for the first two days, but don't use cold compresses before that. This will reduce the swelling."
"What's wrong with him?" you ask.
"It's really been beaten up. It's become like this."
Also check if the skin is not broken.
Yan Funing left the main courtyard, said something to the person guarding the gate, and went back to the study to write a prescription.
After taking a look, you smiled deeply: "That young man is not good-looking. It would be a pity if he disappeared."
You looked around, opened a drawer beside you, moved a few hair crowns, took out a navy blue hairband, but didn't take out a comb for my hair.
Yan Funing took the jade crown on my head, and her black hair spread out like a waterfall, which matched with my red lips and white teeth, making her look very beautiful.
"Sir, the food is here."
Yan Cheng's face showed some expression: "Mother-in-law and Seventh Uncle are here, are they here to beg for mercy?"
"Does he want you to come?"
The room was very quiet.
I don’t know if it’s because your hands are soft, or because you combed my hair so hard and fast that my scalp was stretched and I quickly closed my eyes.
"There are no mountains or forests in the enclosure. Suddenly, more than seventy masked men burst out from the foot of the mountain, each armed with a club, and they all rushed towards you."
Yan Funing tied my hair in front of my head with a headband. To avoid pulling on my small bun, I combed my hair loosely, and the rest of my hair was all spread out in front of my head.
So little happened during those few days that it felt like a long time had passed.
"Will he come to give you the acupuncture?" I asked.
"The infection looks mild, but the concussion is serious."
I tied the man under the chair.
Half an hour ago, Yan Funing returned to the Yan family.
"No one is following him?"
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