A generation of enchantresses bewitched the harem

Chapter 97 Fighting against the black-bellied prince 2
It shouldn't be a serious problem, but I still have this mood to bully me, what could be the matter? !

Thinking of this, I felt a little clearer, and a little less afraid. I suddenly became playful, and I cried even more, until I walked to the side of Zizhe's bed, and I buried my head in infinite sorrow. , laughed at an angle that only he could see, Zizhe looked at my expression with despair in his eyes.

But my voice was full of crying: "Eighth Prince, Nian Nian, I am really worried about you. You must have nothing to do. Otherwise, there will be no joy going up and down in this palace. You are like the girl from that day. Sun, we must not lose your joy."

Everyone beside him, including the Queen Mother, was so moved that they secretly wiped their tears.While everyone was not paying attention, I hurriedly pressed Zizhe's injured leg and pinched him hard. He bounced up with an "oh roar", and I was also taken aback. eyes on me.

And he comforted everyone who was frightened by his exclamation: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm touched, I'm touched."

The Queen Mother beckoned me to go over, saying: "Nian Nian, come here quickly, let the imperial doctor give you medicine quickly, we know in our hearts that you are related to the eighth child."

Zizhe hated being supported and lay down again, his eyes were full of unwillingness.I was already happy in my heart, but there was a calm and mournful expression on my face.

I went back to the Queen Mother and sat down with her.

The two imperial physicians discussed again, and finally agreed that Zizhe's foot was dislocated, and he only needed to connect it so that he could keep it alive.

The Queen Mother breathed a sigh of relief, and so did I.

However, is this kid smart or stupid?If you are stupid, why do you always make fun of me?If he is said to be smart, how could he really dislocate his foot?

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a very thin "click", followed immediately by Zizhe's howl like killing a pig. Everyone was frightened. Get wet.

"Eighth Prince, it's done." The imperial doctor finally said with a sigh of relief when Zizhe's howling sound became weaker, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

The imperial physician went to prescribe the medicine again, and called two more maids, and went down to decoct the medicine together.

PS: moning! It was updated early in the morning, oh also
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