Get the resurrection scroll, and eat melons and meat after entering the book

About a month after the fracture, the injured area began to feel numb and itchy, and sometimes painful. Wu Qing endured it all. But for some reason, the numbness and itching have become worse in the past two days, which she had endured all the time.

While talking to Yongsi, the needle-like pain suddenly became more severe. Wu Qing couldn't help but gasp for a moment because of the pain.

Yongsi noticed that Wu Qing looked unwell, so he came over to take her pulse, but found nothing unusual.

"What's wrong? Let's call the imperial physician over!" Yong Si asked. She believed that her medical skills were not as good as the imperial physician's, so if she couldn't find the cause, she would ask someone more capable.

Wu Qing shook her head. "No need. Just tell Court Judge Bai that I'm seeing a severe numbness and itching on the healed area."

Yong Si was about to stand up and leave, but stopped when he heard this. "You've never had a broken bone before?"

Wu Qing stared with a confused look on her face. She had never broken a bone in her entire life.

Yong Si stepped back and sat back down, looking Wu Qing up and down. "It feels like your flesh is numb and itchy, and there are occasional pains, like needles pricking you, right?"

Wu Qing nodded. "I've been feeling worse these past two days, especially today. You're incredible!" Her eyes lit up. "It's all right!" How did she figure that out? Could it be from taking her pulse?

Yong Si laughed, "That's right, it's going to rain soon. That's what happens when you're recovering from a fracture."

Wu Qing didn't expect this to happen, "Huh?"

Yong Si: "I feel the same way. The area where the bone was broken is particularly sensitive to cloudy and rainy weather."

This time it was Wu Qing's turn to look at Yong Si, such a powerful man, "Have you also broken bones?"

Yong Si said as if it was a matter of course. "As a martial artist like me, isn't this a normal thing?"

Although it was normal, Yong Si still passed the message to Helian Han.

Helian Han ordered Bai Yuanpan to prepare medicinal food according to Wu Qing's condition, and asked someone to find the most cold-resistant skin and send it over.

Wu Qing only knew how bitter the medicine she drank every day was, but she never knew how good the medicine given to her was. Now she didn't know that medicinal food had been added.

If you don’t know these things, your tail will be up to the sky. What will happen if you know them?

Finally she came out of the palace. She had endured extreme pain before, and now she knew what was going on. She no longer took it to heart. Recently, everything went smoothly for her and she was in a good mood.

Sure enough, it started raining in less than an hour.

Judge Bai sent a message saying that the weather was bad and Wu Qing should move less. She was under house arrest again. Now she was curled up in the tent, listening to the sound of rain outside. She was hugging a smooth fur of an unknown animal and sitting on another larger fur, reading the sketchbook given by Yongsi.

When Helian Han returned to his tent, what caught his eyes was such a warm scene.

On the black shiny leather, a furry ball rolled on the ground. Neither the face nor the body could be seen clearly. Only the long hair like a waterfall was draped over the silver-gray fur, and there was a giggle.

The rolling thing stood up, its two tiny feet, so white they were almost transparent, stepped on the inky leather. Its equally tiny hands clapped the inky leather again and again, its face filled with joy.

Wu Qing saw something interesting and rolled around on the ground, hugging her silver-gray fur. She sat up and continued laughing. It turns out that the things modern people play with are just leftovers from the ancients. Oh, these forward-thinking ancestors!

Noticing someone approaching, Wu Qing looked up, "Ninth Prince?"

Helian Han glanced at Wu Qing's feet, looking dissatisfied. "What does it look like without socks?"

Wu Qing suddenly realized that the person in front of her was also an ancient person. Were the woman's feet also some kind of hint?

She had just seen a man holding a woman's feet in the picture book, and her heart trembled. She threw aside the uncomfortable ancient socks.

She hurriedly got up, found her socks, sat down and put them on. She was busy for a long time, putting them on and tying the straps, and she didn't look up for a long time.

Helian Han brought back a few memorials, sat on the Arhat couch, put the memorials on the low table, and was about to read them when he saw the man putting on socks not far away across the low table.

He said with a cold face: "How shameful is this?"

Wu Qing realized that she might not be standing against Helian Han, and she hadn't been afraid of him for a while. She didn't take this advice to heart at all. She tied her socks, looked around for shoes, put them on, found them, and took her sketchbook to sit on the other side of the low table to read.

The firelight danced in the tent, it was warm and quiet, with only the occasional crackling of wood.

It was not until Xiao Luzi tiptoed in that Helian Han looked up.

Wu Qing knew that someone had come in, but she thought it was someone delivering a memorial, so she didn't even raise her head.

Xiao Luzi handed the thing over with both hands. Helian Han realized it was not a memorial, so he took it and opened it.

Unexpectedly, it was a visiting card from the Qian family. When he opened it, he saw a beautiful and graceful calligraphy with flowers on it. Helian Han's heart skipped a beat. It was her handwriting!

Only then did he realize that he hadn't thought of her for some time.

Wu Qing was looking at a sketchbook opposite. She didn't pay attention to what was sent in, but she immediately noticed something unusual about Helian Han.

Sitting up straight and stretching his head to look at the calligraphy in Helian Han's open post, the characters were compact, soft and fresh, each word was like a pearl or a flower, so beautiful! It was as if he saw a dignified and elegant lady in the boudoir right in front of him.

Wu Qing, who was good at calligraphy, also praised "good" in her heart!

But inside the note was a message: "It has been a long time since I have seen your Majesty's face. I wonder if you are well..."

I somehow feel that the font and the tone of voice have an indescribable ambiguity.

It was a bit troublesome to read traditional Chinese characters. Wu Qing glanced down and saw a dark-patterned word "Qian" on the post - this was a post from the Qian family!

The handwriting was obviously a woman's. Wu Qing was slightly stunned before she guessed who the person was.

Mockery instantly surged in her eyes, and she wasn't polite to Helian Han at all. "When you saved her that day, you were frozen in the water. If I hadn't found you, you would have drowned. So what? Did she only remember you jumping into the water to save her now? What the hell?"

Wu Qing thought of Yongsi's words about the Qian family's "something" hurting the Hua family and that it would eventually come back to bite His Highness. She didn't know what that meant. She knew it without even reading the letter.

He Lianhan's expression turned cold when he heard this. "Shut up."

Wu Qing sat up straight, putting away her laziness. She refused to shut up and just wanted to stir up trouble: "When she doesn't need you, she's very cautious about men and women. When she does, she'll immediately say 'I wonder if the prince is doing well'..."

Helian Han frowned, his eyes like knives: "Yong Si, send her back to her own tent."

Wu Qing leaned forward on the low table in front of her, stretched out her left hand, grabbed the visiting card from Helian Han's hand, and raised her right hand to tear it up.

Even if that person really had feelings for Helian Han, Wu Qing would not react so strongly. It was obvious that she was taking advantage of his feelings, and he still jumped in. It really made Wu Qing angry to death.

Helian Han stretched out his hand in front of Wu Qing and said in a bad tone: "Try to tear one off?"

With His Majesty the Ninth Prince speaking like this, who would dare to disobey?

Not to mention the tone, once the aura of commanding thousands of troops on the battlefield is released, who dares to challenge him?

Sorry, when Wu Qing wants to commit suicide, even the Lord can’t stop her.

She stared into Helian Han's eyes, tilted her head, and used both hands to force herself, "I'll tear it apart for you to see" - damn! It didn't tear it apart at all...

She didn't know if there was something added to the paper or if her left hand was not strong enough, but she didn't tear it open and there was not even a scratch.

Even though her left hand wasn't strong enough, she still had teeth! Wu Qing bared her white teeth, biting one end of the post, and pulling the other end with both hands, tearing it apart.

I used all my strength and finally tore up the visiting card.

She kept looking at Helian Han provocatively the whole time, never taking her eyes off him.

I'm telling him: Watch out, I'm going to tear it apart!

Not only did he tear it up, he also threw the two halves of the visiting card on the ground and stepped on it, stepped on it, stepped on it!

Staring at Helian Han, who was so angry that he didn't move, he shouted to Xiao Luzi without looking away, "Go and report: The prince doesn't want to pay attention to her."

Helian Han narrowed his eyes, and the air around him suddenly dropped several degrees. He grabbed Wu Qing, and their noses were almost touching. He took two heavy breaths, "Who gave you the courage to be my master?"

It is naturally impossible for Xiao Luzi to go out and reply to the letter just by listening to Wu Qing's order, but Your Highness, what do you want to reply? Please tell me!

Seeing the two men fighting, he stood there, not knowing whether to leave or stay.

Yongsi, who was watching from outside the window, was very happy. She was optimistic about Wu Qing and felt that she could educate her troublesome prince.

He Cui brought the medicine over and was horrified: "Sister... Prince..."

"Get out." Wu Qing was asking for trouble, but she didn't want He Cui to be the victim.