Chapter 4 Bamboo Stick

Qingzhu sat next to Qin Zheng, his body seemed to be a little shaken, and his heart was restless as if he had been scratched by a cat's paw.

Although he was respectful, he still asked with a smile, "Your Majesty, we slaves dare not disobey the emperor's will. Why don't you undress yourself!"

Qin Zheng's stiff body was a little shaken, but he still maintained an impatient expression on his face. "Father, don't worry about it. The child is not well, and he has already let Zhuer bandage it to reduce inflammation." He knew that paper could not wrap the fire. As long as his father ordered him to forcibly check, the truth of his injury would come out. He had to admit it first and then find a way to solve it.

"It seems that the leg injury is true!" The king of Qin's eyes were dark and dark, "How did Zheng'er get the injury?"

Qin Zheng saw his excited eyes, and the lazy smile at the corners of his lips was extremely cold. He pointed to the bamboo stick leaning against the table and said, "I'm really a little embarrassed. A few nights ago, I went to the bamboo garden to meet my concubine. When my concubine talked about her love for my martial arts, Zheng'er cut off a green bamboo and took bamboo as a sword. After practicing the new skills recently, who knew that the last move he practiced was not proficient and accidentally inserted the bamboo stick into his legs. I knew that if other servants in the house knew about this, it would make people laugh. The child was born with good face, so he didn't dare to publicize it. Just let Zhuer help me simply bandage it.

A fake smile was highlighted on his face. He picked up the green bamboo stem and carefully observed the incision below. Sure enough, he saw some blood stains. "In this way, the slave should see it more. The political princess is not good at the art of Huang. She is really worried that she will not deal with it properly and clean it up!"

Qin Zheng smiled, as warm as the autumn waves of Pinghu, and turned his searching eyes to the King of Qin. "Father, the wound has just healed. I'm afraid it will hinder the recovery of the disease if you check it again."

The king of Qin was serious and deeply, and ruthlessly put aside the sentence, "You have to check it only for the thought of Zheng'er's body. If it is really hurt by a bamboo stick, there is naturally nothing to say, but if there is a frozen poisonous snake sleeping on the emperor's pillow, I will never tolerate rape."

With the permission of the king of Qin, he bent his knees and squatted half on the side of the bed. Before asking Qin Zheng for instructions, he anxiously lifted his underwear, took off his tight trousers, and a dense layer of thick white gauze wrapped on his thighs.

The milky gauze cotton has already been stained with blood, and it can be seen at a glance that the injury is not light.

"How is Zheng'er's leg injury?" The king of Yan said suddenly anxiously, and a worried look suddenly appeared on his face.

Everyone looked sideways with a confused face, saw the deep feelings of the king of Yan, conveyed their eyes to each other, and then looked at Qin Zheng in surprise.

Qin Zheng's pale cheeks were suddenly replaced by a blush because of blood loss, and he smiled awkwardly, "Your Majesty the King of Yan's love, such care has made Zheng'er flattered."

Qingzhu, who stood aside for a long time, was finally unable to hold back. His heart was awe-inspiring and said loudly, "Your father-in-law, the prince's leg is seriously injured. I have finally wrapped it well, and I should take good care of it. Didn't you open it so rashly to make him feel pain again? In order to see an insignificant wound, do you have the heart to ignore the prince's pain?

After listening to Qingzhu's words, she smiled strangely, "Long pain is not as good as short pain. If you don't treat the wound well and let others deal with it at will, then the wound will not be cleaned properly, ulceration and inflammation will not be a joke!"

Qin Zheng gritted his teeth and frowned, and then said, "Then do it quickly!"

I started carefully and quickly. After a moment, the blood-red gauze completely faded and the wound was exposed.

Everyone exclaimed.

The wound on the leg is extremely uneven, the skin and flesh are turned out, the flesh and blood inside and outside are blurred, and the meat exposed outside is a little white, which looks extremely terrible and ferocious.

Qingzhu's heart trembled and his heart beat significantly accelerated. All this made the eunuch who pretended to examine the wound look in his eyes. He pretended to be creepy and said, "The prince's leg was not seriously injured. How could he not inform the imperial doctor at that time? This bamboo in the bamboo garden has caused a lot of trouble.

After seeing the terrible wound, Qingzhu's face was extremely ugly, and his eyes were a little sharp. After carefully looking at the green bamboo that Qin Zheng had been used as a walking stick, his heart was already clear. If it was a knife wound, it must be a long-line knife, but the wound in front of him was a round wound. Qin Zhengguo was really a cruel man. He actually inserted bamboo branches into the wound, thoughtfully and thought about her everywhere.

"Since the wounds have been seen, this father-in-law is proficient in medical skills. At a glance, you can see that the prince was injured by bamboo! Then please repackage it for the prince as soon as possible, or what else do you want?" The bamboo is sharp.

The heart is ominous, and the originally excited charming face was instantly replaced by disappointment. Qin Zheng is indeed not a simple person, and he will have to be more afraid of him in the future. Looking closer, he asked suspiciously, "The prince's injury seems to be stabbed by bamboo, but all the results still need to be checked inside to make a conclusion."

Qingzhu was shocked when he heard his words and said, "Is it possible that the father-in-law wants to open the wound and re-examine it, so that the hard-healed skin and flesh will be separated again. Does the prince hurt it again?"

But he stared intently at the horrible wound, trying to find a trace of being stabbed by a knife. But the knife is small, the bamboo is big, and a small wound is covered with a larger wound. How can we see the original appearance?

Qingzhu still wanted to speak, but at this time, he quickly stretched out his hands, fixed his thighs with iron pliers, and his hands quickly opened the scabbed wound.

"Ah..." Qin Zheng howled violently, sweating suddenly from his forehead, and his face was paler than paper. His two big hands clenched tightly, and his teeth had bitten his lower lip.

"You, bully..." Qingzhu stood up suddenly and waved a loud slap. Five dazzling red marks appeared on his white and tender cheeks, but he did not move, and his face was still indifferent. The corners of his eyes had found the target he had been looking for as he had been looking for in the wound as he wished.

He quickly took out the iron tweezers from his own medicine box and took out the remnants in the wound. After seeing it clearly, his face showed a look of disappointment, and then he hid his displeasure carefully and said with a smile, "The princess is really careless. There are still bamboo pieces left in the wound. No wonder the prince will hurt. The pain is unbearable, and the emperor is still wise, otherwise it may be difficult to keep the injured leg of the political prince if it goes on like this!"

Originally, he was full of joy that it must be a silver needle or hidden weapon, so that the arrogant woman in front of him could not escape the heavy responsibility of the King of Qin, but finally found that it was bamboo crumbs. At this time, a happy heart immediately fell to the ground and fell into shattered debris.

Qingzhu's eyes were full of bottomless hatred. Man said, "Your father-in-law doesn't treat the prince quickly. Do you want him to bleed and die?"

Qin Zheng's chest couldn't help undulating and gasping, but he still clenched his teeth and didn't hum any more.

A pair of big hands were very neat. They immediately picked up the bamboo thorns, applied the golden sore ointment, and carefully wrapped them with white yarn.

After a lot of tossing, he tortured Qin Zheng, who was already in pain, and his body was so cold and hot that he wanted to faint.

After such a sudden incident, several women next to her were about to rub their intestines together, and their knees were weak. They turned around and ran out, leaning on the doorpost with one hand and covering their mouths with the other, spitting on the ground.

In this way, the king of Qin had to order a good palace banquet to end. On the one hand, he wanted Qin Zheng to recuperate earlier, and on the other hand, he did see that everyone had no intention to eat.

In the evening, Qingzhu and his wife stayed in the Star Pavilion. Qin Zheng had already seen that the wound was torn apart. The knife wound was not completely healed, and he added fever symptoms. At night, he became more seriously ill.

The prince was sick, and the body of a daughter was so noble. Naturally, the hospital did not dare to neglect him. He dealt with his injury overnight and boiled some soup. Qingzhu also couldn't sleep all night to feed him, wipe his body, and apply his head with a cold veil.

After several days in a row, Qin Zheng's fever had subsided. His leg injury was so severe that he even forced him to sit up. Qingzhu thought that his injury was caused by himself, so he made some fish soup for him.

When the hot silver soup plate was served in front of him, Qin Zheng's face was indifferent. There was a petite figure in his mind. An ugly woman also made the same food for him. Although the bowl of fish soup in his memory was not even salted, it was light and tasteless, but it was the best food in the world, and he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

Qingzhu saw the hesitation in the man's eyes and was a little annoyed. He cleared his throat and said, "The prince dares not eat it. Is he afraid of poison?"

Hearing her teasing, Qin Zheng just smiled in a trance, "I'm really afraid of you. Since I dare to stab my husband's thigh with a dagger, I may also do a poisonous trick."

Qingzhu was deeply hurt by what he said, sad and angry, and scolded on the spot, "It's really a dog biting Lv Dongbin. I don't know good people. I think you are weak and kind-hearted to help you adjust, but you are jealous of the gentleman's burden with the heart of a villain, and you also blame me for being blind. You think you are a reasonable person, and some good intentions are wrong!"

Before the voice was finished, she raised the soup cup in her hand, took a big sip, and then squeaked her mouth, "If it's really poisonous, poison me first!" After saying that, he looked up with a mouthful of thick soup.

The delicious juice had not been swallowed, but his waist was tightly clasped. Qin Zheng pulled her to his side with his cold thin lips, gently pried open his closed teeth, and took the whole mouthful of fresh soup into it. His lips are extremely domineering, and he hasn't had a facial for a few days, and the stubble on his face is so pierced.

Qingzhu tried his best to break free, but the man around him was like a wolf and a tiger, not giving her a chance to breathe. His wet and soft tongue slowly stroked her cloves and went back in circles without fatigue. She was sucking repeatedly. Honey in the female population. Juice, I think this is the most delicious delicacy in the world. I can't wait for time to stop and hold on to this moment forever.