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"Treatment can be cured, but the effect is not great. The red itching has to wait for it to disappear on its own."

Doctor Liu answered honestly.

Meng Chuji was going crazy, he was itching like this, and he still had to wait for it to go away by itself?

Isn't this going to kill him alive?

"How many days will it fade?"

"This... three or four days, or seven or eight days?"

"How many days?"

"Three four five six seven eight days, no more than ten days."

Meng Chuji gritted his teeth bitterly, thinking that a quack doctor misunderstood me, and said: "Prescribing medicine and prescribing medicine, it is better to have little effect than nothing."

Doctor Liu prescribed another prescription for Meng Chuji, and asked Ah Fujian to drink it for Meng Chuji. After drinking the black juice and bitter medicine, Meng Chuji lay on the bed, his eyes were distracted, and he had nothing to love.

Ah Fu tickled him, gently scratching, up and down, and asked: "Master, scratch it for seven or eight days, the skin is going to rot, if you have to bear it, master, it will only be seven or eight days." Eight days will be fine."

"Don't, don't stop!" Meng Chuji was extremely anxious and unbearable, "It's better to die from scratching than itching to death. Is this itching unbearable? Even if I don't want to scratch it, I can't control my hand."

Alfred shut his mouth.

Meng Chuji scratched the front by himself, scratched and heard the muffled guttural voice behind him, got up and turned around, his face darkened: "You stupid girl, what are you laughing at!"

Ah Fu tried his best to hold back his laughter, but after he said this, he burst into laughter, he was out of breath from laughing, as if he was suffering from epilepsy.

"Young...young master, I'm sorry, I...hahaha...can't hold back..."

Because it's just too funny.

Meng Chuji faded his clothes down to his waist, his back was as red as Guan Gong's, and there was an unpainted part that was white, which looked really ridiculous.

The more I look at it, the more I want to laugh, the more I look at it, the more I want to laugh...

Meng Chuji was so angry that he vomited blood, picked up the pillow and threw it on his face, cursing: "Stupid girl, young master, if you don't sympathize with me when I become like this, just laugh at me, get out!"

"Master, I'm sorry!!"

Ah Fu was chased and smashed, and had to escape from the bedroom all the way.

Meng Chuji drove away the people, threw the pillow down, said "Ouch—" and started to scratch it again and again, scratching whenever he could, and rubbing against the edge of the bed if he couldn't, so as to relieve it a little.

……

Meng Chuji fell asleep from scratching until he was exhausted, and woke up from itching helplessly.

Opening his eyes and falling into deep torture, Meng Chuji's mood was worse than a dog gnawed.

On the other hand, Ah Fu had a good night's sleep, and his face was flushed early in the morning. He came in excitedly and said, "Young master, the prince has gone to court. He left at Maoshi, and he hasn't come back yet!"

Meng Chuji rolled over and sat up on the bed, his eyes were bright, he couldn't even care about the itching for a while, and asked happily: "Going to court?"

"I went to court, but two guards came and said they wanted to protect your safety, young master, so they stood outside the door."

Ah Fu pointed out the door and lowered his voice.

Scratching his body, Meng Chuji followed his fingers and looked towards the door, showing a nice smile, and said, "It's okay, how many guards my father sent to follow me back then, didn't I get rid of them all? These two count as What, hurry up, wait for me to wash up."

"Oh oh oh."

Ah Fu hurriedly stepped forward to help Meng Chuji get up, while helping him get dressed, he scratched his itch twice, and it was quickly cleaned up.

Meng Chuji didn't stop his hands. After rinsing his mouth, Ah Fu gave him hairpin flowers. He swept away his gloom, and happily said: "Today, let's go to the most famous flower garden in Dasui, and call the daughter of the golden oiran. Then--"

"To tickle you?"

Meng Chuji's laughter stopped abruptly, the veins on his forehead twitched, and he shouted angrily, "Shut up."

Ah Fu is very innocent: "But you are like this, young master, you can't do anything!"

Although I haven't done it before, I love to run into the powder pile.

Meng Chuji turned his head and glared at him angrily, "How did you live so long?"

Ah Fu flattened his mouth in grievance, and said weakly: "It's all because of Madam's kindness. My mother suffered from a heartbreaker. She fainted on the side of the road while pregnant with me in winter, and was picked up by Madam back home..."

"Stop!" Meng Chuji rubbed his forehead, "Okay, okay, I'll be here after I have a good time with the young master. I'll enter the garden later and pick a good-looking girl by myself. Here, here is the silver ticket."

Exactly, it was the blackmail last time... Ah bah... It was the kindness that spared the gaffe fees charged by those bastards who dared to molest the princess.

There is a large pile of tens of thousands of taels.

Don't say hey, those bastards' families are really rich, no wonder they dare to go out and flirt with girls from good families.

Ah Fu stared straight at the eyes, Meng Chuji took out one from the big stack, patted it in front of him, and said, "One is enough, the rest will be used slowly later."

Ah Fu was so happy that he quickly put the baby into his arms, and praised happily: "Master, you are so kind."

Meng Chuji snorted, remembered something, and ordered: "By the way, don't use the money from the Prince's Mansion when you go out, and the silver from the General Meng's Mansion we brought."

"Why?"

Ah Fu was puzzled.

"We can't leave any loopholes for the prince. If he finds out on a whim one day, we will be out of luck."

Waves return to waves, life is still the most important thing.

The last time I asked those little bastards to pay the gaffe fee, I thought of today.

He, Meng Chuji, is smart and clever!

Ah Fu looked adoring: "Master is witty."

"Isn't that right?"

Meng Chuji tidied himself up, gave Ah Fu a wink, and asked Ah Fu to open the door. Meng Chuji followed behind him while tickling, and walked around to the outer room to open the door. As expected, there were two guards standing at the door, both in brocade clothes Dressed in black boots, with a sword slung around his waist, his face was expressionless, and he looked very airy.

"Miss."

The two guards clasped their fists together and saluted.

Meng Chuji responded, without looking at them, striding forward, glanced back from the corner of the eye, and the two guards consciously followed, neither far nor close, as if they were well-trained.

Ah Fu followed closely beside Meng Chuji, and whispered in a decibel that only the two of them could hear: "Master, they look so powerful!"

Meng Chuji endured the itch, restrained other itch and scratched the most itchy place, raised his chin, and said in a proud tone: "Wait and see, young master, I am even stronger."

Hearing what he said, Ah Fu was very relieved.

Meng Chuji was not in a hurry to go out, since Pei Jing didn't come back anyway, he would leave soon after he was full, so he went to the main hall for dinner first.

The head of the Prince's Mansion was there, a middle-aged and elderly man in his fifties, not at all old, with a thin face, twinkling eyes, and a smile on his face, not majestic but kind.

Seeing him, the steward greeted him respectfully, and told him: "Your Majesty, Princess Qinghe came to visit, and because His Royal Highness ordered her not to enter the mansion, she is still waiting outside. I'm lost, madam, do you think you want to meet the princess?"