Chapter 44 I Want to Fly Higher
This wheelchair was obviously specially processed. Jiang Zhiyu stared at He Yanting's right hand on the armrest and sneered in his heart.
[That's it?]
He Yanting's smile was instantly retracted, and his heart was alarmed: "Three..."
Before he finished speaking, he and the whole wheelchair flew out like a sword from a bow!
There were many servants in the general's mansion. Everyone who saw them opened their mouths wide and stood there in astonishment.
What flew over? !
With such a strong force, the wheels of the wheelchair did not move at all. Jiang Zhiyu relied on the fact that he could not see it, and the smile on his face was extremely exaggerated.
[Fly! I want to fly higher! Fly higher! ]
[The wings rolled up a storm, and the heart was roaring. 】
He Yanting: "..."
He held the button tightly, the wind blowing in his face made it difficult for him to open his mouth, and his breathing quickened rapidly.
This Third Miss! How can she be so strong!
Jiang Zhiyu wanted to make him suffer, so he turned around several times, and slowly stopped among the servants who were kneeling on the ground.
She stood obediently, blinking her eyes, revealing her little fangs and pear-shaped lips: "It's okay, Master He, I have a lot of strength, and I accidentally used too much force just now. Master He, are you okay? Are you dizzy? Do you want to vomit?"
He Yanting, whose heart was beating like a drum: "...No, nothing."
His voice was hoarse, and the veins on the hand pressing the button bulged, and it took a while for him to recover.
The hair that was bound by the crown was also crooked at this moment. The whole person looked like he had just experienced a level 10 typhoon, extremely pitiful.
The servants surrounding him couldn't help but look at Jiang Zhiyu again, they saw that she was dressed neatly, even the hair on her temples was not messy, and she looked at He Yanting with concern.
The servants: What a ghost.
"I just tired the third lady! My bedroom is just in front, I think everything has been prepared, the third lady can just walk slowly."
He gritted his teeth and said tired and slowly, Jiang Zhiyu turned a deaf ear: "Thank you for your concern, I'm not tired, I'd rather push you."
[It feels a little good, do it again! ]
He Yanting: ???
He said "Hmm?", and the guards beside him didn't dare to let her take action. They rushed to stop her, and almost knelt down to beg.
Jiang Zhiyu withdrew her hand with a lingering feeling.
He Yanting's bedroom seemed to be separated from the general's mansion. It was extremely simple. There was nothing else except a bed, a table and a bathtub in the middle.
He Yanting put his hands on his belt. He never asked anyone to help him dress or undress. The servants withdrew one after another, and only Jiang Zhiyu stood there, staring at him with burning eyes.
The burning gaze beside him could not be ignored, so he exhaled lightly: "Miss San, I am going to undress."
Jiang Zhiyu nodded repeatedly: "I know."
He Yanting continued to smile: "Men and women should not touch each other, Miss San, why don't you wait until I have undressed before coming in?"
Jiang Zhiyu shook his head: "Mr. He, there is no distinction between men and women in front of a doctor. Besides, I may be able to find the cause of the disease from you."
[This figure is very good at first glance! I can't let it go! ]
He Yanting: "..."
Where is the girl's modesty? !
He put his hand on the belt and pulled it hard! Anyway, no matter what, he is not the one who suffers, he just takes off his clothes!
[Wow, you are really pretending to be paralyzed, you must exercise hard! Eight abdominal muscles, shashaha! Lick lick lick! 】
He Yanting's hands trembled slightly as he undressed, and he stared at her in disbelief.
【Why are you looking at me? Go on! 】
【You're shy, right? It's okay. You won't be shy if you can't see his face! 】
Jiang Zhiyu lowered her head slightly. She couldn't see his face, but she could see his figure clearly.
【This angle is just right. Not bad. Now he can take off his clothes with peace of mind. 】
He Yanting: "..."
He really thanked her!
In order to maintain his paralyzed persona, after he took off all his clothes except for his underpants, he called the servant in and put him in the bathtub.
How to say it, Jiang Zhiyu felt that his expression now had a kind of speechlessness and collapse, and collapse and indifference.
Anyway, it's extremely complicated.
Jiang Zhiyu was grinding herbs while thinking about how to mention that matter. Before she could open her mouth, He Yanting said directly: "Miss Third came here this time, not only to treat my leg, you can tell me what's the matter."
Anyway, he would not agree to her. Want Jiang Wenjing to return to Beijing? Dream on!
Jiang Zhiyu: "Mr. He is really smart. I wonder if you have heard that the emperor is going to send troops to the north?"
This kind of thing is not something the servants can listen to. Before He Yanting can say anything, the servants rushed out.
Jiang Zhiyu: "..."
Envious tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.
[Look at how well they are trained, and then look at what's in the prime minister's mansion! ]
Jiang Zhiyu sighed slowly.
He Yanting: "...I have heard of it."
The attendant stopped, what is there to envy?
Jiang Zhiyu threw the herbs in his hand into the bathtub, "Since you have heard of it, I will not waste my words. I hope you can persuade the emperor to stop sending troops."
He Yanting chuckled: "Miss San really thinks highly of me. How can I shake the emperor's will?"
Jiang Zhiyu said in a low voice: "Of course you can, Your Highness the Crown Prince."
He Yanting's eyes fixed and chuckled: "Miss San is talking nonsense. If someone with ulterior motives hears it, the Prime Minister's Mansion may be in danger."
"Your Highness, there is no need to hide. Since I can say it directly, I must have evidence. Otherwise, how could a girl from a noble family know such royal secrets? Don't you think so?"
He Yanting: "..."
He tilted his head slightly, supporting his chin with one hand, his lips slightly raised, his eyebrows smiling, his long eyes slightly narrowed, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
He replied in the same tone: "I underestimated you."
Jiang Zhiyu chuckled.
[Who told me the plot? Hahahaha. 】
"If you want to stop the troops, there must be a reason. Even if I have the favor of the emperor, it does not mean that he will listen to me."
"A week later, there will be an earthquake in Mobei. Of the 100,000 troops heading to the north, nearly 70,000 will be buried underground. These are all the people of Tianqi, Your Highness."
He Yanting's eyes moved slightly, staring at her suspiciously: "How do you know what will happen a week later?"
"I was once possessed by a fairy in the sky. Not only did I gain a magical medical knowledge, but I also knew about the future and everyone's fate."
"For example," Jiang Zhiyu looked at his legs: "Your Highness's legs are fake. In fact, Your Highness is not sick at all."
He Yanting originally wanted to reject her, but when he heard her say that, his mind moved slightly.
If her voice was true, he certainly would not have killed 70,000 soldiers of Tianqi for a moment of anger.
"Okay, I'll go and convince His Majesty. If there is no news of an earthquake in Mobei in a week, then Miss Three will be fully responsible for this matter. If it is true, I will also report it to His Majesty and appoint Miss Three as the Imperial Preceptor."
"Miss Three, do you agree?"