The prince's medicine attracts the foolish concubine

Feng Jialan remembered something that he had forgotten before.

The little fool gave himself a kit he sewed himself.

But he confiscated it and humiliated him.

Facing the prince's terrifying gaze, the guard repeated it again: "His Royal Highness the Crown Princess gave the package to the Fourth Prince..."

Just when he thought he was going to suffocate under such gaze, someone came to save him.

"Report to His Royal Highness, the doctor asks to see you."

Feng Jialan finally returned to normal: "Let him in."

The military doctor saluted and said, "His Royal Highness, the medicinal soup...has been prepared."

Feng Jialan was slightly taken aback, he told him to move as fast as possible, but this speed still surprised him a bit.

He adjusted his facial expression and said, "I know, when can I start?"

"Go back to His Royal Highness, you can do it now."

"Then go down and prepare."

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When Feng Jialan walked into the dungeon, Ke Yunchu was threading a needle.

The light in the prison was very bad, and he felt that his eyes were a bit damaged, and he couldn't get through when he was threading a needle.

When I was in distress, the already weak light was covered by a shadow.

He raised his head and saw Feng Jialan standing outside, his hands trembling slightly.

Does time go by so fast?The little robe he made for the baby isn't ready yet...

The guard opened the door, Feng Jialan said: "Take him out."

Ke Yunchu said: "Brother Jialan, can I finish embroidering this flower? It will be finished soon...just one leaf away!"

Feng Jialan didn't say a word, Ke Yunchu took it as his acquiescence.

The prince did not order, and the guards did not move.

Perhaps because of the tight time, Ke Yunchu's potential exploded. The thread that couldn't be worn just now passed through in one go, and quickly sewed a leaf.

He stood up holding the small robe, walked to the prison door, and said to Feng Jialan: "Brother Jialan, let's go."

After walking two steps, he found that Feng Jialan was still behind him. He stopped and turned to wait for him, but he saw him stretch out his hand and said slowly: "You don't have anything to give me?"

A hint of doubt appeared on Ke Yunchu's face: "What?"

"I heard that you embroidered a brocade bag for the Fourth Prince."

Ke Yunchu nodded: "That was the last time the Fourth Prince took me to buy needlework, and I promised to embroider it for him."

"What about the palace?"

Ke Yunchu was a little surprised, and then said apologetically, "I'm sorry Brother Jialan, I'm too late to do it..."

Seeing that Feng Jialan pursed her lips and seemed to be angry, Ke Yunchu hurriedly said: "If you want a kit, go back and ask Tweety to sew one for you! She taught me my craft, and she is better than me. It’s pretty well done!”

Feng Jialan withdrew his hand and strode in front of him. Ke Yunchu only heard a few words that came lightly.

"Who cares."

Just now, Ke Yunchu was annoyed for a while because he also wanted the kit, but he hadn't had time to make it for him.

Listening to him say that now, I feel relieved.

He was taken to a separate tent.

As soon as he entered, a scent of herbs rushed into Ke Yunchu's nose.

He thought optimistically, such a good-smelling medicine should not cause him too much pain, right?

But looking at the pitch-black medicinal soup, he still showed some timidity.

The medicinal soup is full of extremely precious medicinal materials, but there are unavoidable flavors that can inhibit and produce toxins or even severe poisons. This is why the pharmacist must have such a "container" that is invulnerable to all poisons.

The military doctor said: "His Royal Highness, the medicinal soup is ready? Please hurry..."

Feng Jialan knew what he was trying to say, so she said to the two guards beside her: "What are you doing standing there? Let's start soon."

The ordered guard took a step forward and was about to hold Ke Yunchu down.

One of the guards had already drawn out his saber, looking at his face, there was even a trace of hesitation.

His face was too deceptive, and he looked at people with a pair of water-cut apricot eyes, with a somewhat pitiful feeling, making it difficult for people to lay hands on such a beauty.

Seeing that His Royal Highness didn't want to go back on his word, the guard who drew out his knife became ruthless, and directly cut Ke Yunchu's ankle with the knife.

The guard's knife was fast, and Ke Yunchu didn't feel any pain when it pierced the skin.

But it was only at that moment, and then severe pain came from his ankle.

He bit his lower lip so hard that he didn't let out a sound, and his fingers tightly grasped the little robe made for the baby.

After a few more sharp cuts, Ke Yunchu couldn't control his body shrinking anymore, and couldn't help but want to struggle, but more blood flowed from the wound because of his struggle.

The military doctor said: "Catch all his blood, don't waste it."

Ke Yunchu instinctively struggled again.

The guards had been prepared for a long time and pressed him firmly, but the handsome young man apologized to them tremblingly: "Yes, I'm sorry...I don't want to move...but the body moved by itself ..."

The guard heard it both funny and sad.

...how can it hurt so much?

Ke Yunchu red eyes, panting like a kitten, and couldn't hold back the tears.

He thought it would be over if he endured it, but it really hurts...

Ke Yunchu opened his eyes vigorously, but the original big and bright eyes were foggy.

When facing Shangfeng Jialan's beautiful and unfeeling peach blossom eyes, he finally couldn't suppress his pain, and let out a weak cry for help: "Brother Jialan...help me...I'm good It hurts..."

He felt that he was still too squeamish, and he was obviously mentally prepared, and at most he could only allow himself to cry a little bit, but unexpectedly he asked Brother Jialan for help.

Ke Yunchu's blood had already flowed all over his body. At this time, he was like a bloody man, with red eyes, which made the guards who killed the enemy bravely on the battlefield, and the military doctor who had seen countless sick and wounded feel a little compassion. .

But the figure he was looking at was still so heartless.

"Brother Jialan..."

Ke Yunchu no longer wants him to stop them, he just wants him to give him a word of comfort, a reply.

But he averted his eyes and turned his back, not even giving himself a chance to look at him.

He seemed to be stuck in a swamp, the more he struggled, the more he sank.

The only person who could rescue him from it didn't even look at him, letting him be swallowed by the swamp.

The light in his eyes gradually went out, and even the last glimmer of hope was gone.

Soon, Feng Jialan heard the sound of the guard withdrawing his knife, and finally turned around.

Ke Yunchu's face was pale, his lips were slightly parted, and he was panting lightly, his eyes were dull, and he didn't know where he was looking.

"...Ke Yunchu."

Feng Jialan called his name in a low voice, but he didn't respond.

Probably all the strength has been used to resist the pain.

Under the guidance of the military doctor, the guards prepared to lift Ke Yunchu up and put him into the medicinal soup.

Feng Jialan suddenly said, "You go out first, and the rest of the palace will come in person."

The guards paused, and had to carefully put Ke Yunchu down again.As Feng Jialan approached, the wound on his body looked even more shocking.

He slowly picked up Ke Yunchu from the ground, and there was a bit of gentleness in his movements.

Perhaps because he was too familiar with Feng Jialan's aura, when he hugged him, Ke Yunchu opened his eyes in a daze, glanced at the person who was holding him, and didn't know if he recognized him or not.

With a "snap", the little robe that Ke Yunchu had been holding weakly in his hand fell to the ground.

His pale lips due to blood loss spit out some meaningless notes indiscriminately, perhaps because of the pain, he couldn't even speak a coherent sentence.

Feng Jialan distinguishes carefully, the most clear is the word "pain".

His movements paused, but he still firmly put Ke Yunchu into the medicine soup slowly, and said in a low voice, "It won't hurt in a while."

There was even a hint of coaxing, which made Ke Yunchu's trembling body slightly relaxed.

The medicinal soup slowly spread over his body, and the wound was gradually submerged by the medicinal soup.

Ke Yunchu shuddered violently, and began to struggle violently in the medicinal soup.

He looked at Feng Jialan, opened and closed his lips, but couldn't make a sound, he was so painful that he lost his voice.

After a while, he shouted in a hoarse voice, "Don't...it hurts..."

He struggled to escape from the wooden barrel containing the medicinal soup, but Feng Jialan reached out and held his shoulders.

Not to mention that he was injured, he had no strength to struggle at all, even when he was not injured, he couldn't break free at all, and could only be firmly pressed into the medicinal soup by him.

Ke Yunchu's sanity stimulated by the medicinal soup recovered a lot, and he began to struggle again, but his tendons in his hands and hamstrings had been broken, so he didn't need much strength, and he couldn't make any waves.

It hurts so much... I might not be able to bear it myself, let alone the baby in my belly, Ke Yunchu leaned against the wooden barrel, and dripped water from his eyes weakly.

This hour was extremely long for Ke Yunchu, during which he passed out countless times, and was awakened by the pain countless times.

Feeling the release of Feng Jialan's hand on his shoulder, he knew that his first torture was finally over, and he closed his eyes wearily.

Feng Jialan carried Ke Yunchu, who had fainted, out of the medicine soup, and put him on the bed next to him.

Now, because of the soaking in the medicinal soup, Ke Yunchu could no longer see any blood on his body, but the wound was soaked white, it was horrible, and his face was also very pale, so haggard that one could tell how much pain he had just suffered.