Interstellar Rebirth: Refuse to be a Princess

Chapter 481 I've Never Seen Such Shameless!

Then he said to Ning Fei: "Yuan Bao is careless, please don't blame Little Doctor Ning. I will send someone to deliver ten times the amount of herbs to make him apologize to Little Doctor Ning."

Fu Qingyao had another headache.

Ning Fei was confident, "There is no need for herbal medicine, and I, Ning Fei, are not so unreasonable... Just let him take care of the medicine field for me for a month!"

"You..." Yuan Bao couldn't believe it.This baby face really looks harmless, he was blind to find her cute before! !

"Ingots!"

The voice of His Royal Highness made Yuan Bao stop, and he nodded aggrievedly, "Understood."

Holding back her anger, she glared at Ning Fei, Ning Fei gave him a blank look, snorted coldly, turned around and continued to fiddle with her herbs.

Fu Qingyao sighed, and apologized to King Jing, "Ning Fei was spoiled by me, I hope His Highness will forgive me."

Song Chenhao smiled slightly, there was obviously some distance between the two of them, but Fu Qingyao felt that the atmosphere around her became ambiguous again in an instant, and she felt uncomfortable.

Song Chenhao raised the corner of his mouth, "It's okay."

He said again: "She is your doctor, I can only be grateful to her, how can I blame her for such a trivial matter?" He used "I" instead of "my lord".

Fu Qingyao's breath was suffocated, and she found that her fist was itchy, and she had the urge to hit someone.

She discovered that every time she met His Royal Highness Prince Jing, her calmness could always be easily broken.

The people on both sides dispersed, and Ning Fei "supervised" Yuan Bao to pack the herbs not far away. Yuan Bao dared not speak out, and glanced at King Jing with aggrieved eyes, but saw that his highness didn't even give him the corner of his eye. With half of his attention, he focused all his thoughts on Fu Qingyao alone.Yuan Bao cursed secretly: Emphasize sex and despise brothers!
Then Ning Fei took him to grind the medicine again.

Although there are people around, the distance is just right, so that they can't hear what they are talking about, and it can ensure that they can rush to protect their masters in the first place when an accident occurs.

Fu Qingyao circled around Fu and lowered her voice:

"Jing, Wang, Lord..." She squeezed the words between her teeth, "I saved you 14 years ago!"

The dream that night reminded her of what happened outside the ancient temple 14 years ago.At that time, she was just over six years old, and she was practicing medicine with Dr. Jiang to save lives. The lady in the ancient temple gave birth prematurely, and Dr. Jiang was busy saving lives, so he had no time to care for her.At that time, Ning Fei was still working as his little drug boy in Yueshan, and hadn't been with her yet.

It was rare for her to be free at such a young age. She slipped out of the ancient temple, but met Song Chenhao who was seriously injured at the time and was hanging by a thread.

Song Chenhao was only about nine years old, but the injuries on his body surprised even Doctor Jiang when he saw them.Dr. Jiang rescued two people in succession and slept for a day and a night.

Fu Qingyao followed Dr. Jiang's apprentices and helped Song Chenhao scrub and change the dressing.That scarred body left a big shadow on her at that time, and she had nightmares for a few days after she left.

They stayed in the ancient temple for several days. The lady who gave birth to a baby girl seemed to be of special status, and the guards around her were all highly skilled in martial arts.Thinking about it now, it is probably because of that lady that Song Chenhao was able to heal his wounds in the temple.

That incident left a little trace in Fu Qingyao's memory, and the shadow of that time gradually blurred after Dr. Jiang saw more and more patients.

Dr. Jiang has treated hundreds of thousands of patients, and it is not uncommon for her to see patients who are more serious than Song Chenhao.Now that I think about it, this Prince Jing had a difficult life since he was a child. His mother, stepfather and elder brother died young, Nian Quan was assassinated more than once, and his life was hanging by a thread several times...

I want to come to Beijing, although it is beautiful on the surface, it is also like walking on thin ice in the dark.

Although Fu Qingyao thought so, she didn't focus on it.She whispered: "Prince Jing, if you receive a drop of water, you should repay it with a spring. Qingyao saved your life, and I don't ask you to repay it with a spring, but at least... Your Highness shouldn't..."

"Shouldn't do... such a thing."

After all, she is thin-skinned, she doesn't know whether it's from shame or anger, at this moment both cheeks are a little more bloody, and she looks much healthier than usual.

Faced with the accusation and threat from the savior, His Royal Highness King Jing blinked his smiling black eyes, then lowered his voice, and said in a serious tone: "It is true. But... Miss Fu, there is an old saying, help people to the end , send the Buddha to the West..."

He fiddled with Fu Qingyao's tense nerves word by word, "Since you saved me...should you be...responsible to the end?"

Fu Qingyao looked at him incredulously, she had nothing to say!
I have seen shameless ones, but I have never seen such shameless ones! !
OOOOOO
Recently, a strange event occurred in Danyang City, which was discussed in the streets and alleys.The birthmark on the face of Ji Ziqing, the daughter of a teahouse who sold her body to bury her father at the intersection of the street, suddenly disappeared, and everyone who had only seen the birthmark in the past suddenly discovered that without the birthmark, this girl Ji is so beautiful!

When you think someone is ugly, you only see her flaws.And when her most obvious shortcoming disappeared suddenly, everyone suddenly noticed that this girl Ji's skin was better than any girl in Danyang City, her skin was like snow, her hair was like a waterfall, and she had a good figure...

Even the icy look of the neighborhood women making irresponsible remarks on weekdays has become a unique temperament at this moment.

Sending away another matchmaker who proposed marriage, Ji Ziqing sneered and closed the door.

But when he leaned against the door, the tears that had been suppressed for many years could not be stopped.

Ji Ziqing covered her mouth, sobbing uncontrollably.

She had had that birthmark on her face since she was born.Her biological mother hated her daughter and threw her to Steward Ji. She has not appeared in front of her for more than ten years.Steward Ji treats her like her own daughter, but the neighbors can't help but make irresponsible remarks.She has no friends since she was a child, and people are judged by their looks, even children.In addition, she is different from the children around her. Ji's father taught her to read, read and write, and taught her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child.

She doesn't know how to embroider that ordinary girls learn at home, and she is not interested in the topics they talk about.

Ji's father raised her as a lady of the family and never let her hands get a drop of water.Ji Ziqing knew that those little girls who criticized her behind her back were actually envious of her, envious that she didn't need to wash and cook, envied that she was also born in a poor family, but was pampered like a big lady...

Although she is lonely, she has her own pride.She disdains to associate with these street girls.

Father Ji told her that she was a noble princess, different from these women.So no matter how unpleasant the gossip around her was, Ji Ziqing turned a deaf ear to it.She tried her best to move towards the image her father Ji portrayed, she tried her best not to care about her appearance, and focused on what her father Ji taught her.

At the time of Ji's father, Ji Ziqing was already in despair.Even the rice vat at home was empty. She knelt on the side of the road for three days, and she had already made up her mind that as long as some kind-hearted person would help her bury Ji's father, Ji Ziqing would put down her dignity and repay that person as a slave or concubine.

(End of this chapter)