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It was already midnight when Ling Wenze woke up, the maid by his side quickly helped him to sit up, and another maid went to fetch the medicine that had been warming.

"Your Highness was frightened, and the imperial physician said that you must drink the tranquilizing medicine as soon as possible when you wake up."

After drinking the bitter soup in one breath, Ling Wenze waved away all the maids in the room, and sat on the bed, rubbing his forehead to sort out his thoughts.

Pulling the obscene clothes on his body, and then looking around the quaint house, Ling Wenze had to accept a reality: he had really time-traveled.The pictures that appeared in his mind just now are the past memories of this timid and frail Third Prince.

If he remembers correctly, the third prince fainted from fright because he witnessed a young lady's right hand being cut off by the second prince, and then... probably died.Although he didn't know the scene after the third prince fainted, he knew that King Jia's birthday banquet must have been completely ruined.After dawn, these few royal children would probably be called by the emperor to give them a lecture.

He checked the sea of ​​consciousness and confirmed that the laboratory came with him. Although he didn't know why the laboratory changed from a huge physical building to a part of his sea of ​​consciousness, Ling Wenze was very relieved that there was a laboratory here. Times will not feel lonely and helpless.

With a thought, Ling Wenze, who was in the laboratory, looked around at the familiar equipment, feeling excited.It's just that the third prince's body is really weak, and he felt dizzy when he got emotional.Rubbing his forehead, Ling Wenze suddenly thought of something. He came out of the laboratory, made sure that there was nothing unusual about him, called the maid and asked, "Where is that young lady now?"

The maid froze for a moment before realizing who he was asking: "Bringed back to the palace by His Highness the Second Prince, it should be still in the Palace of the Second Prince."

Tong'er sat curled up in the corner, afraid to look but couldn't help but keep looking at Zhiyuan on the bed.

When Zhi Yuan was carried back, he was in a comatose state, and the blood gushing out from the severed hand almost stained half of his body red.Who knows who pulled a piece of cloth and wrapped the severed hand indiscriminately.

The guard who brought Zhiyuan back threw him on the bed and left. No imperial doctor came, no one else came.

The dim candles on the table were flickering, making the room even more gloomy.Tong'er didn't know what happened, but she was so frightened that she could only sit like this, not daring to approach Zhi Yuan on the bed.

After staying up in the middle of the night in a daze, there was a sudden sound, as if a group of people had entered the yard.

When the door was pushed open, Tong'er screamed and hugged his head.

The second prince glanced at Tong'er in the corner, then at Zhiyuan on the bed, yawned and said, "Third brother, this is the person you want."

Ling Wenze leaned over to the Second Prince and cupped his hands like he remembered, "Thank you, Second Prince."

The second prince watched with great interest as Ling Wenze sent someone to carry Zhi Yuan away, and asked: "You woke up many people in my palace in the middle of the night, really because you want to leave this little lady?"

Ling Wenze looked at him: "Yes."

"What do you want him to do?"

Ling Wenze lowered his head and didn't speak. Of course, he couldn't tell his true purpose.

The second prince seemed to know something, and teased, "Is it because this bastard made you faint in public?"

The title "slut" made Ling Wenze feel a little uncomfortable, but in this dynasty, Xiaowan really had no status, so he just lowered his head, as if acquiescing to what the second prince said.

The second prince laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "My brother, don't mind, you have been weak since you were young, and that's okay." The obvious ridicule in his tone didn't bring any trauma to Ling Wenze, and he wasn't the one The timid third prince.Thanks to the second prince's own imagination, Ling Wenze was able to take Zhiyuan away smoothly.

The second prince continued: "I promised Chen Shilang to give him this bitch to play with. Since the third prince is interested, just take it away."

Ling Wenze thanked him, and asked someone to carry Zhiyuan away.

The second prince watched Ling Wenze take the people away, and thought cheerfully: I promised my uncle that I would throw it to him after listening to my father's admonition and making sure how to deal with this young man, but now I have to renege on my promise.But it doesn't matter, he didn't look down on the Minister of Rites who did more than fail.Looking back at the terrified Tong'er in the corner, he gave instructions to the eunuch beside him, "Clean him up and send him to Chen Shilang."

Ling Yong, the emperor of the Ling Dynasty, was looking at the second prince kneeling below with a gloomy face at this moment.

Waking up in the morning and hearing such absurd and chaotic news, Emperor Yong was naturally in a bad mood. He didn't go to court this morning, so he called his three sons who had already started to go to court to be disciplined.

"You actually gave your elder brother a little girl at his birthday party."

The unique majesty of the emperor made the second prince lower his head even more, knelt on the ground and said, "I want to report to my father, that is a pure gentleman, and he is also the number one of Yuanyang House..."

"Bullshit!"

"Father calm down!"

Emperor Yong said angrily: "Calm your anger? Why can't you not provoke me to be angry! A young man, just dragged down and beheaded, why did you cut off his right hand in public! You have completely lost the face of the royal family!"

Ling Wenze complained in his heart: This Emperor Yong is indeed the biological father of King Jia and the second prince, so he said "just drag it down and kill him", did Zhi Yuan do something heinous?Human life is really worthless in this era.Of course, he couldn't say these words, and he couldn't even show it on his face. There was still a gloomy Jiawang standing beside him.

The second prince quickly said: "Father, my son just felt that that bitch broke the strings of the zither on purpose to prevent the emperor and son from coming down in public, so he gave this warning. What's more, my son originally wanted to It was the one who killed him, but the third brother asked the young man to leave overnight."

Emperor Yong looked at Ling Wenze who was standing on the side as the background board, and King Jia also looked at him with a little surprise.

Ling Wenze walked over and knelt beside the second prince, bowed his head and said, "It's my son, I want that young lady to leave."

Before Emperor Yong could speak, the second prince said, "Father, the third brother probably sent him away because he felt ashamed when he was stunned."

"Shut up!" Emperor Yong yelled at the second prince, picked up the paperweight and threw it at the two kneeling people, but the paperweight hit Ling Wenze's head straight, and a trail of blood slid down his forehead, Ling Wenze endured the pain. stood still.

The third prince's body was already weak, but he was frightened last night, his face was still pale at this moment, with the bloodstain on it, his whole face looked weird like a ghost.

Emperor Yong realized that he had acted a bit harshly, and seeing Ling Wenze's miserable appearance, he cleared his throat unnaturally: "What do you want that young man to do?"

Ling Wenze said brightly: "My son is somewhat interested in him."

Emperor Yong snorted coldly, agreeing with the second prince's statement in his heart, inexplicably felt that this timid and cowardly son finally began to understand how to be cruel, and he was even a little relieved about it.

"Both of you, I will contemplate for seven days behind closed doors, and you will be punished for three months and copy the ceremony twenty times! Get lost!"

The second prince and Ling Wenze were kicked out by Emperor Yong, while King Jia was left behind, so it was natural to appease them.

After leaving the door, the second prince looked at Ling Wenze who took the handkerchief handed over by the eunuch to wipe his forehead, and said falsely, "Indeed, I have troubled you."

"Second Brother, you don't need to worry too much." Ling Wenze saluted him, and then respectfully sent him away.

implicated?Looking at Emperor Jia's punishment of "equal treatment" of the two of them, one can see how biased this emperor is, and the third prince is indeed unpopular.But it doesn't matter, Ling Wenze has no interest in the battles of the royal family, he just wants to go back to his palace quickly and see the young lady who lost his hand.

When Zhi Yuan woke up, there was no feeling at the severed hand, and he even thought his right hand was still there.After being in a daze for a while, he lifted the quilt with his left hand and stared at his tightly bandaged wound.Not dead, he just lost a hand.The piano that has followed me for many years may have been dealt with at will, and I don't know what will happen to me next.

After calming down, Zhi Yuan realized that she was not in the room where the second prince arranged for him to live.This is obviously a much more luxurious house, but it doesn't look like the second prince's bedroom he has seen.

Could it be Prince Jia's Mansion?

Zhiyuan's heart tightened, she struggled to get up and wanted to find someone to ask her clearly.

When Ling Wenze entered the inner room, he saw that the person on the bed was struggling to stand up, but he fell back down because of the excessive blood loss before his eyes became dizzy.

Ling Wenze rushed to hold his kite, and he put his strength to let him lie on the bed again, and built him with the quilt.

Zhi Yuan stared blankly at this person, and vaguely remembered that she had seen this person at last night's birthday banquet—the Third Prince Ling Wenze.

Seeing Zhiyuan's astonished expression, Ling Wenze said: "I am... the third prince, Ling Wenze. I brought you here from the second prince."

Ling Wenze's stature is not low, and his appearance is not bad, but he looks a little thin, his face is a little pale, and with the wound on his forehead that looks like it has just been treated, he looks as weak and pitiful as Zhi Yuan.

Zhi Yuan didn't even think of saluting to him, because he felt that the third prince was very strange, he even introduced his name to him, and suddenly heard Ling Wenze say: "You have hatred in your heart."

Zhi Yuan clenched her left hand under the quilt, turned her gaze and said, "Zhi Yuan dare not."

Listening to Zhiyuan's slightly trembling voice, Ling Wenze pondered: I dare not, or I don't have it, well, it's honest, it seems, can we cooperate?

"You let me do experiments, and I will help you avenge."

Zhi Yuan looked at Ling Wenze, not understanding what he meant by "do an experiment".

Being stared at by those eyes, Ling Wenze felt inexplicably nervous. After all, he has always been obsessed with experiments, and he has never been stared at so closely by such a good-looking person, even though it is a man.

Disguisedly pulling a corner of the quilt to cover Zhi Yuan again, Ling Wenze said, "Heal well, you are useful to me."

After that, he got up and left the bed.

it works?Zhiyuan smiled wryly in her heart, the second prince said he was useful, so he broke a hand, and now the third prince said he was useful.A little servant, so useful to the children of the royal family, he is really... three lives lucky...