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Feng Hanyi pointed at them, "Chongyuan, Chongjie, Miss Yu, if you need anything, you can give them orders."
This means that they are the people he trusts the most.
Yu Qingzhi understood, and then ordered the two of them, "Go and help the prince up, I will give him acupuncture. The other person will go to the yard to guard, and take a look at what's wrong. If he can be caught out, that's it." It couldn’t be better.”
The two of them did not make any move when they heard the words. Instead, they just stood there blankly. Even their movements remained as if they were kneeling on one knee just now.
Did they hear it correctly? What the lady just meant was that someone in their prince’s yard had unclean hands and feet?
This news is simply shocking to them!
Feng Hanyi was also shocked by Yu Qingzhi's words, but then he thought of her arrangement just now, and he could understand it.
Chongyuan and Chongjie glanced at their eldest son, and when they saw him signaling with his jaw, they immediately took action.
Yu Qingzhi took out the silver needle from the medicine box and dropped it skillfully. After a while, Feng Hanyi's body and head were covered with silver needles, looking like a hedgehog.
Bai Wan led someone to bring the bathtub and buckets of hot water into the house, and Zisu also entered the door carrying a bucket of boiled concoction.
Seeing the bucket of concoction, Bai Wan immediately understood and quickly mixed the concoction and hot water together.
"Miss, everything is ready."
Yu Qingzhi responded, then looked at the attendant who didn't know whether it was Chongyuan or Chongjie and ordered, "Take the prince in, be careful not to touch the silver needle on his body."
Feng Hanyi glanced at his attendant, a look of uneasiness flashed across his pale face.
“If it weren’t for his own survival, how could he, a seven-foot tall man, be carried around by a man
No matter how helpless he was, Feng Hanyi could only let the attendants carry him into the bathtub. After all, his current body was worse than a cripple.
In order to allow Feng Hanyi to sit firmly in the tub, Yu Qingzhi easily pulled the soft cushion on the tub, folded it twice and handed it to the attendant, "Stuff it behind the prince's waist, and then put that …”
Thinking of those two identical faces, Yu Qingzhi suddenly paused.
When there was only one person, she didn't have to tell who Chongyuan and Chongjie were, but now she wanted to call people in, but she couldn't tell how to call them.
"My subordinate, Chongyuan, has a black mole at the end of his eyebrow. The person in the yard is my younger brother Chongjie. Do you want Miss Yu to call Chongjie in?"
Chongyuan seemed to understand Yu Qingzhi's embarrassment, and took the initiative to explain how he and Chongjie should distinguish.
"Well, you call Chongjie in. I'll need you to use your inner strength to heal the crown prince's injuries later."
Yu Qingzhi relieved her embarrassment and gave instructions hurriedly.
Chongyuan responded and went out. When he brought Chongjie in, Yu Qingzhi was walking towards Feng Hanyi with a dagger in her hand.
Seeing this, Chongjie anxiously wanted to rush forward to stop him, but was stopped by Chongyuan, who shook his head slightly to signal him not to worry.
It’s not that Chongyuan is not worried about the prince, but he thinks that Yu Qingzhi will not hurt the prince. After all, there is a sacred intention. If the prince does not die of illness, but has an accident at her hands, she will not be able to avoid her sin.
Yu Qingzhi didn’t know what Chongyuan was thinking. Of course, even if she knew, she wouldn’t care.
The bright dagger scratched across Feng Hanyi's wrist, and black and fishy blood flowed down his wrist and dripped into the wooden basin next to the bathtub. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com