My Dear, She is Always Unmotivated

Chapter 622 Injury

The emperor just watched, and the princes spent all their time in Liaocheng Mansion, counting all the treasures.

 Except for the naturally courageous sixth prince and the silly eighth prince, everyone else was quite nervous.

 But people, the more they try their best to express their own benefits, the more deliberately they become.

  Clumsy.

Mei Xiuyi responded.

Now she regrets more and more that she should not have used this cruel trick.

Fuyue didn't see anything as she knelt down, but Fushu, who was standing in front of her, was already frightened.

 But the imperial doctor said at the beginning that there would be no scars.

After finally finishing washing, the imperial doctor asked someone to go back and get the ointment for her again, but she was not allowed to use it now: "Don't apply the ointment yet, let it dry. It's even worse to apply the ointment now."

The imperial doctor sighed: "Where is this thing I gave you this afternoon? Don't you think it tastes wrong?" The imperial doctor died unjustly.

I called the imperial doctor all night long, and the imperial doctor was also shocked: "What is this smeared on?"

 This is a really bad idea.

Thinking of this, I started to hate Fuqin again. It was all the plan of that stupid girl. Things were fine for a while, but not long after falling asleep, Mei Xiuyi woke up in pain.

 Otherwise, how could she find out about this?

  She even clearly felt what her situation was at this time. This is called being surrounded on all sides.

Logically speaking, Mei Xiuyi’s wound should have healed long ago, but it just never healed.

 “This...what is this?” The imperial doctor was surprised.

 After dawn, she must go to find the queen.

 He frowned after smelling it: "What was added to this?"

Mei Xiuyi took a deep breath: "Then give me good medicine."

Mei Xiuyi’s forehead jumped suddenly: “Look at my injuries first.”

 Fuyue came from home, so she is naturally trustworthy.

 “Back...back to the master, the slave has moved.” Fuyue knelt down in a hurry, and she was also very shocked.

Mei Xiuyi knew more clearly than ever what situation she had fallen into at this time.

"Call the imperial doctor." Mei Xiuyi took a deep breath. After all, she was smart. She had been a ghost and harmed others. How could she not think that she was being harmed by others?

 The wound on his forehead was not very deep originally, most of it was just a scratch, and only one place was slightly deep.

The main thing is that Mei Xiuyi has done a lot of things these days. Although there is no reason for it, the emperor and empress are not stupid.

 Who knows what it is.

"Master, it's made in the dining room..." Fuyue sighed: "The servants have asked before and said that you didn't give special instructions here, and they have already avoided some things."

"Master, please calm down. The imperial doctor said it was due to the diet. Those who couldn't eat were replaced." Fuyue said hurriedly.

The girls came in and lit lamps to take a closer look, and they were all shocked.

"What does it mean to be innocuous? Is it just a matter of leaving a scar? Just tell me. I am just a Xiuyi, so I won't kill you." Mei Xiuyi said angrily.

 But now, the words of the imperial physician are different.

 She also vaguely knew that there would be scars.

"Yes, you must pay attention to your diet and do not stain your hair. You must not eat food with too strong colors." The imperial doctor added.

Fuyue hurriedly stood up and followed. She was relieved, at least her master still trusted her.

 The master's wound... saw bones.

The emperor is not in the imperial city, but even if he is, will he make the decision for himself?

 Who attacked her?

Yeon So-won?

Concubine Jingxian?

 Concubine Li De?

 Yi Jieyu? Too much.

 She was the only one who moved in the whole room.

Mei Xiuyi, who was in trouble before, has now fallen silent and is staying at home in the name of recovering from her injuries.

 There is even an increasingly bad trend...

Mei Xiuyi looked at the wound. She had just applied the medicine, but it still hurt, and half of her forehead was swollen.

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 “Fuyue, follow me.” Mei Xiuyi said.

"You brought this medicine, and now you are taking it back. If I feel any discomfort, the imperial doctor will know." Mei Xiuyi said calmly.

Mei Xiuyi smashed an expensive mirror.

Even under the dim light at night, one could see that Mei Xiuyi's forehead was even more swollen, and the wound was almost invisible.

 It’s too scary. Being willing to pay for meals is the biggest trap. Unexpectedly, that’s just the beginning.

Soon, strong wine was brought. Mei Xiuyi screamed in pain, but if she didn't wash it, the wound would be even worse.

Mei Xiuyi was stunned for a moment, then became furious: "Who has touched it?"

It seems to be festering, but it wasn't as serious as it was during the day.

Mei Xiuyi shed tears of pain: "Don't you know what you brought?"

She took a deep breath, thinking that she couldn't care about it for the time being, and it was prudent to heal her injuries first.

 Isn’t it convenient to take care of the dining room?

The imperial doctor thought that he couldn't hide it anymore, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "I'll try my best to treat him. I think it won't be a problem."

Mei Xiuyi took a deep breath: "I didn't tell you..."

 Small handle mirrors like this are still rare.

"The slaves really can't find out about this, and the people in the kitchen are also very weird." This is not a mistake.

Hurrying to find the ointment, the ointment is still there, but the content in the ointment is not the same as in the daytime.

 She naturally knew that the imperial physician would do such a thing, but at this time she wanted to tie up the imperial physician.

The imperial doctor sighed and had no choice but to respond: "I will go back and find out what this is."

“Oh, I still don’t know this. I just asked the dining room to do this openly. Who is so bold?” Mei Xiuyi asked.

Because of this, even playing the piano was blocked.

 The imperial doctor sighed: "This must be washed away with wine."

 He knew what Mei Xiuyi wanted to know, so he said.

"Master, I'm afraid someone is plotting against you later." Fuyue said with fear.

 At this time she has fallen out of favor.

The entire Changle Palace was also as silent as a cicada.

 In the imperial city, the harem was quiet.

 After all, she is not someone who knows medicine, has good food, and doesn’t know everything she should eat or not.

So these days, I have been eating hairy things but I don’t know it, and neither do the servants in Changle Palace.

The imperial doctor naturally couldn't see it, and he didn't mention any scars.

This was a reward from the emperor before.

After sending the imperial doctor away, she took a deep breath: "What happened to the food some time ago?"

Soon, the imperial doctor arrived, and Mei Xiuyi said bluntly: "Does this injury of mine want to leave a scar?"

Now I'm afraid it's not about leaving scars. If there's something wrong with the ointment, will she be in any other danger?

The weather was getting hotter. At the end of May, she looked at the mirror irritably: "Isn't it just a small wound? Why can't it heal over and over again?"

 Screaming and covering his forehead.

Mei Xiuyi herself didn’t even ask.

The imperial doctor sighed: "To talk about Xiu Yi, this was not a problem originally. It's just that you didn't pay attention to your diet these days. It's hard to say now. Taking medicine properly can help. I can't say for sure that it will leave scars."

 She must help her master find out who did it. It’s terrible.

How many people in Changle Palace have ill intentions toward their master?

 (End of this chapter)