Chapter 7： If it can't be cured, hit me

Chapter 7 Hit me if it can't be cured

Changyang Palace

The housekeeper led the old and the young into the mansion, looked back from time to time, and thought in his heart, the old lady from the country really knows how to be tall, and if she can't be cured, she will be punished according to the prince's temper.

When the time comes, hey...

Thinking, he turned his head and looked at Ye Qianning sympathetically, the poor little girl...

Seeing him turning his head, Ye Qianning called out sweetly, "Grandpa."

The housekeeper who called was even more distressed, and kindly reminded: "Our prince and princess have stayed up for a few days because of the princess's illness. If it can't be cured, we should say some pleasant and auspicious words."

"Okay." The fourth wife responded quickly.

The prince and princess of Changyang were overjoyed when they heard that someone had revealed the notice, and hurried to the front hall to wait.

The housekeeper led the two of them to the hall, and saluted them: "My lord, my concubine, we're here."

The fourth wife's heart was beating violently, the threshold of the hall was very high, she almost tripped when she raised her foot.

Ye Qianning was pulled suddenly and nearly fell down. When he stood up and raised his head, he saw Prince Changyang who was sitting on the main seat. He was about forty years old, and his appearance could be considered handsome. .

The concubine next to her is even more of a classic beauty, she looks like a young lady in her twenties.

The prince and concubine of Changyang were slightly taken aback when they saw the old and the young.

"Are you the ones who released the notice?" Prince Changyang obviously didn't believe that this woman was good at medicine.

"Yes." The fourth wife timidly responded.

"Where are you from?" Changyang Prince asked.

"Nanyuan." The fourth wife didn't dare to raise her head.

"A doctor?"

The fourth woman nodded: "Yes, yes, it is normal for children to have rashes in Nanyuan, as long as the right herbs are used, the rash will disappear."

"If it can't be cured, it will be punished." The prince of Changyang threatened.

The fourth wife trembled in fright and dared not speak.

"It can't be cured, the prince will just hit me." Ye Qianning raised his head and stared at his big watery eyes and said seriously.

The Prince of Changyang looked at Ye Qianning with scrutiny in his eyes.

Ye Qianning was not afraid of him either, he just raised his head and looked at him like this, a newborn calf who is alive and well is not afraid of tigers.

"Okay, now that the notice has been released, it's good to see if it can be cured or not." The princess secretly pushed the prince.

The Lord Changyang then withdrew his gaze and agreed: "Then you can take them to have a look."

Princess nodded, got up and walked out.

"Please, both." The servant girl said.

The fourth wife was very nervous, and the hand holding Ye Qianning was sweating.

Ye Qianning felt a little guilty. If it wasn't for the inconvenience of her small body, she wouldn't have made the fourth wife so frightened. From now on, she would have to find a substitute.

The palace is very large, with pavilions and pavilions, and the long corridor turns and turns. Passing by the huge garden, it took about ten minutes to enter a courtyard named Lanxuanyuan.

"Princess, don't scratch, don't scratch..."

As soon as they entered the yard, they heard the anxious voice of the servant girl.

Princess heard the voice quicken her pace, opened the door and entered the room: "Xiang'er."

"Princess, the princess has been scratching since she woke up, and her whole body is scratched..." the servant girl cried.

Princess went up and pressed the child's hand: "Xiang'er, be good, bear it, bear it, it won't itch."

"Mom... I hurt, I itch..." The princess kept crying.

"Xiang'er is good, the itching will stop soon..." The princess was so distressed, she turned her head anxiously with tears in her eyes, "Come and see, how to stop the itching."

The fourth wife's face was probably uglier than crying, so she bit the bullet.

(end of this chapter)