Yan Funing held her hand: "Don't touch it, I'll help you handle it."
"Okay."
He nodded in agreement and was pulled to sit down by her.
Yan Funing took clean cotton to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, and then carefully applied the medicine on him.
Suddenly a drop of hot tears fell on the back of his hand.
Only then did Fu Ciyi realize that she was crying.
"Why are you crying?"
"I just feel sorry for you. You were beaten by your own father and you can't fight back." Yan Funing had tears in her eyes. "Actually, I was wondering whether it was right or wrong for us to move into the palace like this."
You need to always be wary of others trying to frame you. This kind of life is completely different from living in the Fu Mansion.
Fu Ciyi caressed her little face: "I've wronged you."
Yan Funing shook her head: "I'm not wronged, I just feel sorry for you. It's not easy to be a royal child, and that's how human relationships are."
In the Yan family, in her impression, her father was excellent.
She and he did not grow up next to their biological father, but the two fathers' attitudes towards their children were completely different.
"It's enough for you to feel sorry for me." He stood up and took her into his arms.
He had to pull the prince down as soon as possible.
No matter whether the second prince succeeds to the throne or the third prince ascends the throne, he will be the master at that time.
He has great power, so there is no need to be afraid of Long Yi.
At that time, there will be a head-to-head confrontation, and it is not impossible to reveal what happened back then and let the people of the world comment on it.
Not only was what happened back then important, but his mother could no longer be wronged, and his Ning Ning could not suffer with him.
"Sometimes I think, if we don't go to Beijing, it would be nice to live a good life in Qingshan Town, Ling County." He put his chin on the top of her hair and murmured.
Yan Funing responded softly: "It's true, it's true, and your life is warm, but the truth of the matter will always be a thorn in your heart."
"My wife understands me."
"You left Beijing when you were five years old and made up your mind to return to Beijing. Now that you are back, you are getting closer and closer to the truth. Let's just move on, okay?" She looked up at him, "When the truth comes out, have you ever thought about it?" No matter what the day, I will follow you.”
"Really?"
She nodded: "Really."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Yan Funing hurriedly came out of Fu Ciyi's arms.
"Come in." Fu Ciyi said.
Leng Feng pushed the door open and came in, lowering his eyes to report: "Sir, young madam, Prince Jin has left Mingzhu Garden."
"Okay." Fu Ciyi said.
"Prince Jin wanted to stay in Mingzhu Garden, but the princess refused. Prince Jin insisted on staying, but the princess refused because her son was beaten. She was so sad that she refused. Upon hearing this, Prince Jin threw up his sleeves and left. However, the princess took over the palace. The medicine sent by the doctor was said to be applied on the hands. "Leng Feng presented the medicine, "Young lady, take a look at it to see if it is poisonous."
Yan Furing took the ointment, opened it, checked it, and said, "It's non-toxic. It's a burn ointment and can be applied."
Lengfeng took the ointment back and said, "Well, I will go down and return the ointment to the princess."
"Yes." Fu Ciyi warned, "Pearl Garden must be strengthened."
"Yes, Master."
The cold wind retreated and left.
Fu Ciyi pondered for a moment, and then said to Yan Funing: "I plan to go to Beauty Village tomorrow night, and I have to leave the affairs of Mingzhu Garden to you."
"What do you mean, please?" Yan Funing sighed, and then added, "It's okay to go to Beauty Village to check things out, but you have to be careful and remember that you have a wife."
"I know." He looked at her with a smile, "Then please help me tonight, so that my husband can be more calm when facing others."
Hearing this, Yan Funing suddenly blushed.
She held out a finger: "Only once."
"Yeah, once." As soon as he finished speaking, he picked her up and went straight to the clean room.
The clean room in the palace is quite large.
There are not only bathtubs for bathing, but also small bathing pools.
There is a charcoal fire under the bath, and the water temperature is always stable, which is very comfortable.
Yan Funing sat in the small bath and joked: "The things next to the palace are annoying, but this bath is quite good."
"I don't think it's good enough." Fu Ciyi sat down next to her, "In the future, our mansion must have a large bathtub with not only armrests but also a recliner."
"Reclining chair? Why do you need a reclining chair in the bathtub?" Yan Funing smiled.
Smiling, she realized when she saw him staring at her intensely.
"You, you don't want to be on the recliner..."
I can't speak any more.
He clasped her wrist and played with her fingers carefully: "What did you say you were doing on the recliner?"
She glared at him: "What?"
"Think about it, the lounge chair can't be too low or too high, and there must be a certain depth of water. This way, the lady won't slip into the bottom of the pool, and she can lie down and take a bath comfortably, right?" The man laughed softly and tapped her lightly. forehead, "Or are you thinking of some tricks in your head?"
Yan Funing choked up: "What move did you think of?"
The man laughed again: "Let's not think about it for now. Let's do something for my wife."
How dare Yan Funing refuse?
Tomorrow he was going to Beauty Village, so naturally she had to take good care of him.
Fortunately, the water temperature is constant, which makes it much more comfortable than in the tub.
My hands are just sore.
Tired, she returned to bed and fell asleep.
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The next evening.
Fu Ciyi made an appointment with Yan Xinghe to go to Beauty Village that night.
Yan Xinghe agreed.
After the two of them got off duty, they first returned to their own carriages, and then drove away from the entrance of the palace in different directions.
Two quarters of an hour later, the two met in a remote alley.
Yan Xinghe got into the Fu family carriage.
Fu Ciyi took out the human skin mask and put it on his face in front of him.
Seeing this, Yan Xinghe frowned: "Can you be any more ugly?"
Fu Ciyi threw him another human skin mask: "How about this one?"
"It's even uglier. The eyelids are still hanging open." Yan Xinghe threw the human skin mask back into the box.
Fu Ciyi smiled and said: "Your sister has worn it."
"Fu Ciyi, you are so wicked." Yan Xinghe cursed, "My sister is as beautiful as a flower, and you actually gave her such an ugly thing."
"Aren't you afraid that she is so beautiful that others will see her true appearance?"
"That's true." After a slight pause, Yan Xinghe said with a smile, "Our titles must be consistent. Tonight you pretend to be my follower. You have to call me Master, and I will call you Agou."
"You're the only one." Fu Ciyi shook his head, "I won't compete with Li Xinheng for my name."
"Here, a name collision? Then I can't call you Agou." Yan Xinghe laughed so hard that his chest swelled, "Then let's change the name to something more tacky to match your appearance."
Fu Ciyi glanced at him: "Why don't you call me silly second brother?"
"Silly second child?" Yan Xinghe smiled, "I remember you were a third-level employee in Prince Jin's Mansion."
Fu Ciyi said in a calm voice: "Aren't you the second child? I have taken the second place for thousands of years and the number one scholar in Hui Yuan. You are also the second child in your own house."
Yan Xinghe was angry when he heard it, and suppressed it: "Okay, the weirder the title, the more suspicious it will be. You don't have to call me master. I lose to you."
"Call you my lord." Fu Ciyi made the final decision, "You call me A Ming, it means the truth is clear." (End of Chapter)