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Fishy rubbed her nose and lifted the curtain that was hung on the window. Night Demon walked out from inside, looking at the two as if deep in thought. "Are you still not coming in?"

The three of them went in, but there was no sign of Ye Langmei. No one brought him up either.

Xiaoyu snatched it over and asked, "How do I use it?"

"Wash your wounds with hot water and apply it."

"I'll go get hot water." Since they were already here, naturally, there was no lack of hot water.

The few princes of the Ye Clan were acting as if they were being sold cheaply that day, and they instantly swarmed in front of her, so she didn't feel much. It was still better to see two or three of the handsome princes of the Ye Clan just like that, but this Night Gentleman's eyes weren't as sharp as the others', and his lips were a bit thicker as well. Of course, compared to the other princes of the Ye Clan, he didn't look down upon them at all.

"The Seventh Prince knows medicine?" Little Fishy could not help but ask.

"How can he not know a little about medicine when he manages such a huge medical room?" Night Empress couldn't help but close the book. She looked at Fishy, her voice gentle and gentle.

"In that case, is there any way to cure Little Nine's leg?" Noticing that no one was paying attention to her, Little Fishy couldn't help but whisper to Night Demon when she saw fifteen pails of hot water come in and help her clean her wounds.

Night Nine's legs weren't polio, at least, Little Fishy could see that they were no different from a normal person's.

When he had just learned medicine, he had indeed thought of taking care of Xiao Jiu's legs. Now that he thought about it, back then, he really did not know how high the heavens were and how deep the earth were. All of the imperial doctors practiced medicine for generations, and which one was not stronger than him by a hundred times, he truly did not know his limits.

When Fishy saw his instantly dimmed eyes, her initial fervent gaze also dimmed.

Even in modern times, if a person wanted to stand up again, he would have to undergo a hellish recovery, not to mention that Ye Jiumei had already lived in a wheelchair for more than ten years. Fishy sighed and patted her shoulder, "It's okay, you don't have to be sad. I'm just asking."

The Night Gentleman touched the spot where Little Fishy had slapped him in a daze. He suspected that what she said was true. It was very possible that she was the one who had slapped him in front of Little Nine and seduced him behind his back.

The little fish walked in front of Night Nine, silently taking the wet handkerchief from her hands, carefully cleaning the mud stains on her hands. The little fish walked in front of Night Nine, silently taking the handkerchief from her hands, carefully cleaning the mud stains on her hands. The little fish walked in front of Night Nine, silently taking the hot water from her hands, carefully cleaning the mud stains from her hands.

"It's just that the sky is falling. Aren't there still tall people holding on? It won't hit you first, so why are you in such a hurry? In the future, I won't allow you to hurt yourself like this. " Little Fishy softly said as she cleaned up the wounds on Niu Mei's body.

"Never again." Nine Night Demon promised as she looked at the pain in Little Fishy's eyes.

Although Nine Night Demon had promised, she didn't think that way. He suddenly felt that if Little Fishy cared about him every day, it wouldn't be too bad.

"I will definitely hurt you again." Even if he never gets up, he doesn't have to hurt himself all the time.

Although she did not have the ability to get Night Nine to stand up, she could at least reduce the chances of him being injured.

Because of the country's family planning, in her generation, her family would be considered extinct. Her grandfather had no choice but to pass the inherited acupuncture and moxibustion to a woman like her, which was why she asked that question just now. The Chinese medicine was profound and profound, and Little Fishy clearly felt that Night Demon's legs could be cured.

However, this matter couldn't be rushed, so she had to carefully observe it.

The little fish gave the Night Nine the medicine, took the clean white cloth, wrapped the hand of Night Nine, did all this, the little fish is so careful and considerate.

"Since the Seventh Prince knows about medicine, that's good. I have a prescription for it. I'll have to trouble you to get some medicine for it." As Little Fishy spoke, she walked to the place where the ink was placed and reached out her hand to write a prescription.

When Little Fishy finished writing the recipe and blew the ink dry, he took a look at it and saw that it was only an ordinary health care recipe. He was slightly disappointed, but when Little Fishy saw his disappointment in his eyes, she helplessly shrugged her shoulders.

With the wrapped up ingredients in hand, they returned to the mansion. The messenger on the door said that the "Pure Cloth Workshop" had sent someone for an audience.

"Bring her in." Night Nine spoke up.

Night Nine had already chosen several of the best materials, and was waiting for the person from the plainclothes shop to come and cut out the clothes for Little Fishy.

Seeing Night Nine carrying out a hill-sized piece of cloth, Fishy was shocked, "You can't be thinking of making clothes for everyone in this mansion, right?"

Well, it must be.

"As the imperial concubine of my Ninth Marquis' estate, you don't even have a decent set of clothes. What do you mean by that?" Nocturnal hymn pulled the small fish to the cloth.

"These, make me some clothes."

"How about these? How many spring dresses do you want?"

"These are for your summer attire."

The little fish cut off the words of the night, "You can't have done all my spring, summer, autumn and winter, right?"

"Why not?" Night Nine blinked her phoenix eyes in a very natural manner.

"I don't mind, but are you sure I won't get fat?" Little fish a bit uncertain, you know, eat well dressed, people can't help but be generous body fat.

"Fat is better." Seeing the slim figure of the little fish, Night Nine asked lovingly.

Little Fishy rolled her eyes. She remembered once seeing a picture of a thief pulling a fat woman into a bed, causing the bed to collapse.

Little Fishy resigned herself to her fate and handed her clothes to the owner of the clothing store. She picked out a few pieces of cloth and sent someone to move the material to the clothing shop.

"Prince, the clothes that I made for the wangfei have already been prepared." Brightmoon and the others came over to report as well, their eyes filled with jealousy and envy. Xiaoyu suddenly realized why she hadn't seen any of the maidservants fall into their trap. It turned out that they had been assigned a mission by Little Nine.

Night Nine personally shook off the undergarments and underpants they had made for Little Fishy. Since they were wearing clothes, they didn't need to be so troublesome to embroider. Night Nine only gave them the most soft and comfortable silk that he had ever bestowed upon them, so they could do it with care.

Although the little girls' hearts were filled with resentment, their needlework was not sloppy. Seeing the Ninth Prince touching the needlework, the maids' faces turned red. They felt as if the Ninth Prince's hands were on them, and their bodies warmed up.

"Little Fishy, do you think it's appropriate to give it a try?" Night Nine raised his face and smiled brightly at Fishy.

As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them in the past three to nine days, everyone looked at Little Fishy with resentment in their eyes. Why did it have to be her? Why couldn't it be them?