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"Master, what's the matter?"

Fu An slowly approached Ci and looked around.

"We'll talk about it later."

He casually stretched out his hand and pushed her aside, frowning slightly.

"Oh."

Fu An propped up the brim of his hat, flattened his mouth a little aggrieved, and stepped aside.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely frozen. Ye Zhaoyin stood beside Qingyuan and Luruan with her hands folded, and looked at Xia Qiulian, who was half lying on the bed with a pale and indifferent face, with concern.

"It's okay, the wound hasn't opened, but don't take any more painkillers."

After resigning, he pulled out the last silver needle from Xia Qiulian's arm, put away the medicine box, and then said softly.

"Then...my lady, if she is in pain."

Lu Ruan spoke hesitantly on the side, her eyes flickering as she looked at the most mysterious woman in the palace but respected by everyone.

"Then I can only endure it, but it won't be long."

Liaoci stood up and carried the medicine box on his back.

Fu An obediently stood aside, licked his lips, cast a glance from the corner of his eye and said his words, and then glanced at Xia Qiulian who was pale but forbearing.

I muttered secretly in my heart.

Concubine Xian is so weak, she has been tortured by injuries for a long time, how can she endure the severe pain of the wound.

When the master left, she secretly gave Qing Yuan the pain-relieving powder she had hidden, and if Concubine Xian was in severe pain, she would apply it.

"Don't be petty."

Liaoci suddenly turned around, frowning and glanced lightly at Fu'an.

"what."

Fu'an trembled, and with a guilty conscience, he lowered his head secretly in the piercing eyes of Zhici, and answered reluctantly.

"Oh."

"According to the prescription prescribed before, drink two bowls of medicinal soup every day, and change the dressing on the wound every two days. It won't take long for the concubine Xian's injury to heal."

After resigning, he left one last sentence, as if he was about to leave.

"Excuse me, I will resign from senior."

Xia Qiulian gently propped herself up, trying to get out of bed.

"It's your duty, the Concubine Xian doesn't need to thank you. Don't get up now, let's rest and heal your wounds. Caomin has something important to do, so let's leave first. If there is any problem with the wound, it's better to find Caomin, an unsatisfactory apprentice."

Say goodbye and leave.

"Senior walk slowly."

Xia Qiulian bowed his head slightly and thanked him.

"Sister Qiulian, it's only been a few days, how come you have lost so much weight, my sister feels very distressed when she sees it."

Ye Zhaoyin walked quickly to the side of the bed and sat down, holding Xia Qiulian's hand with pity and distress.

Fu'an moved his body and was about to move closer to Xia Qiulian when he felt a pair of sharp eyes staring at him.

She hurriedly stood at attention, and when she turned her head, she saw Ge Ci who had already walked to the door, looking at her with a smile that was not a smile.

"Fu'an, it's good to come to the Concubine Concubine's Hall every other day to change her medicine, don't stay here all day to disturb her rest, and follow me back to the Imperial Hospital first."

Liaoci narrowed his eyes slightly, with a gentle smile on his lips.

"Oh, then... Concubine Xian is good to rest, and Fu An is gone."

Fu'an swallowed secretly, her heart jumped up and down, she couldn't understand Master's appearance very well.

It seems... annoyed.

She followed Xia Qiulian to say goodbye, and followed behind him step by step.

Liaoci never spoke a word all the way, only occasionally when the little eunuch and maid who passed by saluted her, they responded softly.

Fu An followed behind her, bowed his head like a child who had done something wrong, puffed his face, and looked up at Ci's back after a while.

Walking all the way to a secluded and deserted place, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, and Fu An bumped his head into her back.

The light and pleasant fragrance lingered around his nose, Fuan licked his lips, raised his head and looked at Ci with sparkling eyes, and stretched out his hand to gently wrap his arms around Ci's slender and soft waist.

She twisted her body coquettishly, put her face on Ci's back, rubbed it, and secretly sniffed the fragrance of Ci's body, coquettishly.

"Master Father"

"Why, do you still remember that you have a master, isn't it in Jingling Hall that you don't want to go away?"

Liaoci snorted softly, although there was a smile on the corner of his lips, his eyes were a little complicated and helpless.

"No, I was only worried about the injury of the concubine Xian, so I stayed in Jingling Hall. In fact, I miss my master, and I have to think about it every hour."

Fu An pouted, closed his eyes and hugged him with a smile on his face, and rubbed his hands again.

The small, undeveloped bump on the chest kept rubbing against Ci's back.

"An hour?"

Liaoci froze, and flung Fu'an's hand away without expression.

This little girl still thinks that she is still a child, but at this age, she always hugs people and acts like a spoiled child.

"No, no, it takes as long as a cup of tea to think about Master once."

But Fu An didn't know it, she broke away from her, she stuck up to him like a little tail, put her arms around Ci's waist again, and this time tiptoed her head to Ci's neck, sticking to Ci's neck. Cooperating with Ci's soft and smooth skin, he rubbed it again.

"That's all, I believe you. For such a big man, he is still acting like a baby, so he is not afraid of being laughed at by others."

Liao Ci didn't break free this time, instead he sighed softly, the smile on his lips deepened, his eyes gently covered Fu'an's hand, and gently pinched Fu'an's tender skin.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, even if you are old, you still have to act like a baby with your master, what are you doing if you are afraid of being laughed at?"

Fu An hugged his back to him and twisted his body like a small loach, showing his snow-white front teeth in a grin.

"Little fool."

Liao Ci reached out and touched Fu An's face on the neck, the smile on his face became more gentle and doting.

Yan Wanting waited in Ci's pharmacy for a long time, but he never came back.

She paced around the room for a long time, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

Could it be...

Xia Qiulian's injury was really bad, that's why the uncle stayed there for a long time.

Yan Wanting thought for a while, he might as well go directly to Jingling Hall, but he hesitated when he reached the door.

She lowered her head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Those who have been kicked out, how dare they come to the door again.

Xia Qiulian, Xia Qiulian... what should I do with her.

Yan Wanting's frown became tighter and tighter, these days, she was full of melancholy and boredom.

Falling asleep at night, sometimes I can dream of Xia Qiulian wandering alone in the dark in the deep forest that day.

The thin but stubborn person kept calling her name softly, either gently or begging.

She was supposed to be hard-hearted, but deep down in her heart, there was a trace of remorse.

It shouldn't.

"That's what she owes me."

Yan Wanting suddenly murmured in a low voice, her complicated eyes turned cold, she clenched her fists and stood up.

Her footsteps were a little messy and hurried back and forth in the room.

Everything is going according to plan, Yan Wanting does not allow himself to be indecisive.

Not long after, Yan Wanting stopped in her tracks, and her tightly frowning brows eased little by little.

After a while, the voice of resignation came.

"open."

"Don't let it go, don't let it go."

Fu'an's lazy and complacent voice also reached Yan Wanting's ears.

Yan Wanting raised his eyebrows slightly, shook his head, walked to the table and sat down, his face regained his composure.

With a soft sound, the door was pushed open, and he walked in after saying goodbye.

There seemed to be a tail growing behind her, the little imperial physician Fu Anzheng put his arms around Ci's waist with a smile on his face, stepped on Ci's footsteps, and followed her closely.

"Uncle, if you can't get rid of the tail behind you, why don't you let me do it for you, just cut it off with a knife."

With a smile on his lips, Yan Wanting picked up the cold teacup on the table, shook it, and stared at Fu'an who was poking his head after resigning.

"It can't be cut, it can't be cut, I'm the master's darling, if His Highness cuts it off, the master will annoy you."

Fu An pursed her lips, and when she saw the smile on Yan Banting's face, she restrained herself. She puffed up and let go of Ci, but she still hid behind Ci, raising her chin at Yan Banting like a demonstration, Use your nostrils to face Yan Wanting.

"Uncle, your tail can still talk, it seems that you have become a genius."

Yan Wanting joked.

"Master, what is Your Highness doing here?"

Fu'anli ignored Yan Banting, raised his head and grabbed Ci's clothes and acted like a baby to her.

"There is no place in this palace that I can't go to."

Yan Wanting narrowed his eyes and looked at Fu An playfully.

"Hmph, I didn't ask Your Highness."

Fu'an is very courageous today, and with his resignation, he is even more courageous, and dares to confront Yan Wanting.

Yan Wanting raised his eyebrows, snorted, put down his teacup and didn't care about Fu'an.

"Go to the front yard to help Imperial Physician Li dispense medicine. I have important matters to discuss with Your Highness as a teacher."

After resigning, he touched Fu'an, who had an arrogant and provocative face, with a slightly reproachful look in his eyes, and slightly squeezed the hand that was caressing her face.

"Next time if you dare to be so rude to His Highness again, I will spank your ass as a teacher."

"Master!!!!"

Fu An was not happy when she heard that Ci wanted to dismiss her, but she was pinched by Ci and warned, and she was even more dissatisfied, her eyes were as big as copper bells.

"Ok?"

He said his words and raised his eyebrows, pinched Fu An's face, and added a little more strength.

"I hate Master."

Fu An angrily glared at Yan Wanting, who was watching the play, looked at Ci with aggrieved eyes, stomped his feet, and trotted out humming.

"It seems that the uncle will coax you for a long time today."

Yan Wanting smiled lightly at the side.

"Don't gloat, Fu'an, she is still a child who can't grow up."

Liaoci shook his head with a wry smile, and closed the door.

"The uncle dotes on her too much. If I am to discipline her, she will be beaten up if she is disobedient, and she will become an adult after a few days of custody."

Yan Wanting smiled and shook his head.

The uncle spoiled Fu'an too much, he didn't discipline his disciples, he looked like raising a little girl who couldn't grow up.

"You want to know about the injuries of Concubine Xian."

Liaoci smiled and sat opposite Yan Wanting, reaching out to touch the teapot.

The smile on Yan Wanting's face froze a little, she looked down at the teacup in her hand without saying a word.

Looking at the silent Yan Wanting, Liao Ci sighed helplessly, telling the truth.

"The injury on her shoulder will be healed in a few days, but the good thing is the external injury. I have told you that she is already weak, and she suffered such a serious injury. I am afraid that she is now like the concubine Chen. .”

"She is different from my cousin. My cousin has been in poor health since she was a child."

Yan Wanting pursed her lips tightly and turned her head away.

"I know you hate her, but you still have her in your heart. I just told you the worst situation. You have the bottom of your heart. Don't regret it in the future."

Knowing Yan Banting's complex feelings for Xia Qiulian, Liaoci cares about it, but at the same time hates it to the bone.

She couldn't persuade, and she couldn't persuade, the person who untied the bell had to tie it, the matter between Yan Banting and Xia Qiulian should have been resolved by themselves, and no one else could intervene.

But as she said, she didn't want Yan Banting to regret it in the future.

Yan Wanting lowered her head, her face was cold and numb, making it impossible to know what was going on in her heart.