With system support: What's wrong with clicking like crazy?

The system twisted its fat pink buttocks: [Wow... you idiot, why are you crying so ugly? Seeing you cry makes me want to laugh. ]

Ye Xiumo cried loudly all the way, attracting many people's pointing and talking.

"Look, isn't that the fool prince?"

"Yeah, who is he carrying? Why is he covered in blood? It's so scary!"

"Who knows? Let's go, let's stop talking about the royal family's affairs."

…………

At this time, Song Shu was making osmanthus pastry.

Wang Chun and Wang Qiu helped on the side, and Xia Ling pestered Dongxue to teach her martial arts, so Dongxue became her master in the yard.

Wang Chun smiled and said, "Madam, these are enough. They are too much."

Song Shu smiled and said, "It's okay, Ah Chun. Let Ah Jiu eat more. She kept talking about osmanthus cake when she went out!"

Suddenly, the door of the cozy courtyard was opened with a bang, followed by a deafening cry.

Song Shu stopped what she was doing and wiped her hands: "What happened outside? Who is crying?"

“Madam…Madam…Ah…!” Xia Ling ran into the east kitchen in a panic and almost tripped over the threshold.

Wang Qiu scolded: "Don't be so reckless, what happened, who is here?"

Xia Ling's eyes were filled with tears: "Madam, the young lady is injured! The prince is carrying the young lady on his back, and it's all bloody."

"What?" Song Shu staggered back a few steps.

“Madam…!” Wang Chun hurriedly supported her.

"Achun, I'm fine...!" Song Shu's body trembled with fear and she trotted out.

Ah wine...

At this moment, there was only one voice in Song Shu's heart, that is, Ajiu would be fine.

Wang Chun and Wang Qiu looked at each other and ran out as well.

…………

When Song Shu arrived at Feng Qingjiu's boudoir, she saw her daughter covered in blood, her face pale and bloodless.

Seeing Song Shu, Ye Xiumo hiccuped and cried: "Aunt Song, the fairy sister is injured...!"

Song Shu pushed the man in front of her away, walked unsteadily to the bed, and stretched out her trembling hand to gently stroke the blood at the corner of her daughter's mouth.

“Ah…!” He opened his mouth and tried to make a few sounds, but for some reason no sound came out.

When the Wang Chun sisters saw the young lady covered in blood, they covered their mouths in disbelief.

"How could this happen? The young lady was fine when she left."

Song Shu calmed herself down and took a deep breath: "Aqiu, go get the doctor."

Wang Qiu bowed hastily: "Yes, Madam, I will invite Doctor Lin as quickly as possible."

“Wow, wow, wow…! Fairy sister…!” Ye Xiumo stood aside and cried.

The crying made Dongxue a little irritated, so she pressed a few points on his mute point.

Ye Xiumo lost his voice instantly, his mouth opened wide but nothing came out.

Dongxue bowed and said, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, your crying is really too annoying."

The system released its two front paws that were covering its ears: [Oh my god, the world is finally quiet, Dongxue, you are such a good person.]

Song Shu looked at Dongxue, her voice choking with sobs: "By the way, Xiaoxue, don't you know a little bit about medicine? Can you please take a look at Ajiu?"

Dongxue nodded, looked at the Fengqing wine on the bed, walked over to take her pulse, and then frowned.

"Madam, I know a little bit about medicine. The young lady has serious internal injuries, but her life is not in danger for the time being."

After hearing Dongxue's words, Song Shu's heart finally settled down.

"But...!" Dongxue paused for a moment and continued, "The young lady has run out of internal energy. She may have to start from scratch."

Song Shu didn't care that her daughter had lost all her inner strength.

"It's okay. If you lose your martial arts skills, you can practice them again. As long as you are okay, it's fine."

Dong Xue looked at the shocking scar on Ye Xiumo's face and said, "The wound on the prince's face must be treated as soon as possible, otherwise it will leave a mark."

"Prince...Prince...!" Just as Dongxue finished speaking, Seventeen's anxious voice came from outside the door.

Dongxue looked at Song Shu: "Madam, the young lady needs to have a good rest now!"

"Okay..." Song Shu looked at Xia Ling and said, "Go boil some water. I'll wipe Ah Jiu's body and change her clothes."

Several people walked out of Feng Qingjiu's boudoir one after another, and just in time saw Seventeen jogging towards them.

"Prince...Prince...Are you okay?" Seventeen asked anxiously while pulling his own prince.

"Your Majesty, how did you get that wound on your face? Who is so bold as to hit you in the face?"

After Seventeen finished speaking, he did not see his own prince reply, and asked in confusion: "Prince, why don't you speak?"

Ye Xiumo pointed at Dongxue and then at his own neck.

Seventeen looked at Dongxue and said in a gentle tone: "What did you do to my prince?"

Dongxue straightened her cuffs and said, "Nothing, it's just that the prince was too noisy just now, so I pressed his mute point."

"You...!" Seventeen wanted to get angry, but facing the girl he liked, he didn't get angry.

He unblocked the acupuncture points for his own prince himself.

"Ah...!" The moment the acupoints were untied, Ye Xiumo let out a few moans.

"Your Highness, what happened to your face?" Seventeen continued to ask.

Ye Xiumo shook his head: "Seventeen, Ah Mo is fine."

Dong Xue said, "You should take your prince to see a doctor as soon as possible. I don't think the wound on his face will heal easily."

Seventeen took a closer look at the whip wound on his prince's face and said, "I think it's okay. I think it will be fine after applying some golden medicine."

Dong Xue rolled her eyes at him and snorted, "You are ignorant. If you don't want your prince to become an ugly monster in the future, go back and take a look. Of course, it's up to you whether you believe it or not."

After hearing this, Seventeen suddenly realized: "There's no poison in this wound!"

Dongxue: "It seems that you are not hopelessly stupid yet."

Seventeen pulled up his own prince and said, "Prince, let's go back and summon the imperial physician."

Ye Xiumo looked around the room: "But Fairy Sister...!"

Seventeen interrupted him: "Oh, my prince, you are going to become an ugly monster, and you are still a fairy sister!"

"Shiqi, Amo won't go back!" Ye Xiumo shook off Shiqi's hand.

Oh, could it be that this prince has been bewitched by Miss Feng? Why has he lost all his dignity now?

Looking at his own prince's appearance, Seventeen said speechlessly: "Prince, it seems that you are really bewitched by a ghost! You have to leave today!"

"Let's go...!" Seventeen quickly carried his own prince on his back and flew away using his lightness skills.

Ye Xiumo patted Shiqi's back: "Shiqi, put Ah Mo down quickly, Ah Mo won't leave, Ah Mo won't leave."

"Pa!" Seventeen slapped his own prince's butt and complained, "Prince, be honest. Do you know that you are very heavy and it is very difficult for your subordinates to carry you to fly? You really should lose weight!"

Looking at the figure walking away, Dongxue sneered: "What a talent."