Chapter 37 Uncle, you and Qinghuan?
The Regent gently put her and her clothes into the hot spring. He saw that she was still holding the plum blossoms in her hands. He stared at her pale little face for a long time before he got up and left.
"Go to the mansion and call Doctor Han."
Shu Feng was outside and dispersed all the people in the village, ordering them not to come out.
After hearing the prince's order, he replied, "I have already sent someone."
It was obvious that the prince was not confident in the doctors outside, and the imperial physician was not suitable either.
"Your Majesty, please go back to your room and rest. You are freezing too."
The Regent didn't say anything and didn't move, obviously wanting to wait for Miss Bai to come out.
The Regent took off the beads on his wrist and spun them quickly.
It was dark in the snow cave and I couldn't see anything, but I smelled blood and knew she must be injured.
Just now, by the candlelight, I could see that her clothes were torn, and it was obvious that her skin must be covered with countless wounds of varying sizes.
He is really not afraid of death. He is willing to sacrifice his life for a few plum blossoms.
Inside the house
Biyun no longer cared about the distinction between master and servant, and jumped into the hot spring to take off the girl's clothes that were torn by the branches.
Looking at her fair skin, there were scratches all over it, many of which were bleeding.
She was so heartbroken, she knew how much the girl cherished her body.
What if it leaves a scar?
And my ankles are swollen like steamed buns. How painful must it be.
Princess Changle helped from the side: "Qinghuan, I'm sorry, it's all because I wanted to pick the plum blossoms."
"When you wake up, I'll punish you as you please. Please wake up soon, okay?"
But Bai Qinghuan didn't react at all, like a porcelain doll that was about to break. If there wasn't a breath of air in her nose, she would have thought she was dead.
Because she had wounds on her body, she couldn't soak for too long. After Bai Qinghuan warmed up, Biyun and Princess Changle worked together to pull her out, dry her, and change her into dry clothes.
When the Regent heard the noise, he wrapped her in a quilt and personally carried her back to her room.
Princess Changle is now focusing on the Regent. My uncle just came back with Qinghuan in his arms, right? Is he happy about Qing Huan?
Hehehehe...
If there was no story between the two of them, she would never believe it even if she was beaten to death.
Yun Yuyan will be so mad that she will die. This may really come true one day in the future.
An hour later, Doctor Han finally arrived in a hurry, his old bones almost falling apart.
Regardless of his old body, he checked Bai Qinghuan's ankle under the prince's majestic gaze and said, "The bone is dislocated and needs to be straightened."
He grabbed Bai Qinghuan's feet, shook them a few times, found the right position, and pushed straight in.
Although Bai Qinghuan was dizzy, perhaps because the pain was too severe, her eyebrows were furrowed and almost stood up, which showed the extent of the pain.
But he still didn't wake up.
Whose girl is this that makes the prince so interested in her?
Then, Doctor Han took out a can of medicinal wine from the medicine box: "Apply some, massage until absorbed, three times a day."
"I'll prescribe some cold-dispelling medicine. You'll drink it and sweat a little bit, and you'll be fine."
Biyun listened carefully, and when she saw Doctor Han was about to leave, she chased after him and said, "Doctor, please leave some more medicine for the wounds. The girl's body is covered with wounds from the branches."
Doctor Han naturally had no choice but to respond: "Remember to clean the wound and apply medicine."
The Regent seemed to want to see through her clothes and see the injuries on her body.
"Go get some scar-removing medicine."
Doctor Han secretly glanced at the face of the girl on the bed, lowered his head and frowned: "Yes."
The prince is not just concerned about it.
The Regent did not leave either. He just stood by the bed and watched as Biyun rubbed medicinal wine on the girl's ankle and massaged it with stiff hands and feet.
This is the Regent. She was scared to death. If the girl’s injuries weren’t so serious, she would probably be too frightened to move.
Don't put your feet into bed until your skin turns red and the medicinal wine is completely absorbed.
It was time to apply medicine to the girl, but she felt a little embarrassed as the Regent was present.
"My Lord, it's time to apply medicine to the girl."
The Regent turned around and walked out, but his face looked extremely ugly, and his red and swollen ankle was really an eyesore.
Princess Changle followed out, not daring to breathe, and stood behind the Regent like a quail.
"What's going on today?"
Princess Changle shuddered, stuck her head out, and whispered, "Uncle, I was the one who said I wanted to pick the two-color plums, but I didn't expect Qinghuan to fall."
"You stay at the manor for a few more days. I will take Bai Qinghuan away tomorrow."
Princess Changle couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, you and Qinghuan?"
"This is not something you should ask. Wait for news on when you will return to Beijing, and tell others that Bai Qinghuan is staying with you for a few more days."
"I see."
We can only ask Bai Qinghuan about this afterwards. With my uncle's concern, there is definitely hope.
The Regent strode away with heavy steps. Snowflakes from the sky fell slowly and hit his shoulders, adding a bit of loneliness.
"A-choo..."
She stayed outside for a long time today and felt a little cold.
The maid was worried: "Princess, go back and rest."
"I'll go soak in the bubbles too."
It would be very uncomfortable if you really caught a cold.
On the official road back to Beijing, a horse-drawn carriage waited from the afternoon until dark. The north wind was blowing, but the carriage could not keep out the cold.
The girl tightened her clothes and said, "Miss, is the Regent not going back to Beijing today?"
"No, there is news from the camp that the Regent has left the camp."
It was too cold at night, even in the carriage, and it was snowing. The girl couldn't get sick from the cold.
"Could it be that he is going somewhere else? Otherwise, why hasn't he arrived yet?"
Yun Yuyan lowered her eyelids, she couldn't understand why he hadn't come back yet.
Maybe, he really went somewhere else.
After another half an hour, Yun Yuyan finally said with resignation: "Let's go back to Beijing."
If you don't return to Beijing, the city gates will be closed.
......
The next day, the weather was gloomy and the snow continued to fall.
The north wind mixed with snowflakes hit the windows sharply, making a rustling sound.
Bai Qinghuan opened his eyes and was a little confused for a moment.
Biyun, who was standing by the bed, cried with joy: "Girl, you finally woke up, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"Biyun?"
"Miss, I was so scared yesterday. How could you fall off the cliff? If anything happens to you, how can I explain to my wife?"
When Princess Changle arrived at the door, she heard Biyun crying. Could something have happened to Qinghuan?
She ran in and anxiously lay beside the bed: "What happened to Qinghuan?"
Later she realized that she was lying there well and awake, and she suddenly felt deflated.
He hugged Bai Qinghuan and cried for a long time before he stopped.
"Okay, I'm fine, stop crying."
"You scared me to death, you know that? I will never take you hiking again."
Bai Qinghuan also knew that she was scared this time. Thinking of the feeling of falling off the cliff, although she was a little scared, she felt it was exciting more.
It was just like skydiving. The feeling of weightlessness made her blood boil and she couldn't help but scream.
The feeling that I never experienced in my previous life has been realized in this life.
If I could learn martial arts and be able to climb walls and fly over rooftops, wouldn't that be awesome?
Speaking of martial arts, she thought of Pearl, but after looking around she didn't see her.
"Where's Pearl?"
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