Chapter 309 Burns

In an era of scarcity of information, a gossip often triggers an impulse.

"The little princess's hand was burned!"

"The little Princess' hands are swollen!"

"The little Princess' hands are cooked!"

"The little Princess' hand was scalded and ruined!"

"..."

"What did you say?!"

Fang Xing grabbed Jia Quan's collar fiercely and asked viciously.

Jia Quan said with a 'sorrowful' face: "Mr. Fang, the little princess's hand was scalded!"

"Who did it?"

At this moment, Fang Xing's eyes were red, reminding Jia Quan and Xiao Dao, who was serving beside him, that on the grassland, when they saw those brothers being rushed into the battle line by the Wacha cavalry, Fang Xing's reaction was the same as at this moment.

Jia Quan shook his head and said, "I don't know, I just heard that someone reported to Taisun, and His Highness Taisun asked Xiaguan to come and inform you."

"Damn it!"

After swearing, Fang Xing disappeared.

"Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang?"

Jia Quan stared at the back door where Fang Xing disappeared, and thought to himself, don't play with me! If you don't go, Taisun has said that he wants to cut me off, Jia Quan, and give him to Liang Zhong as an apprentice!

"Walk!"

Just when Jia Quan felt sorry for himself,

Fang Xing appeared from the back door as if he had never disappeared. There is an extra box in my hand, which is tied with a belt and can be carried on my back.

Fang Xing rushed out, and Zhang Shuhui, who was bathing the bell with Xiaobai in the yard, saw it and asked, "Husband, do you want to go out?"

"Wanwan's hand was scalded, I will go to the palace."

Fang Xing left like a whirlwind, Zhang Shuhui and Xiao Bai stared blankly at the gate until the bell shook their bodies violently, splashing water out.

"Who is so cruel..."

"The young master should throw that man into the glazed kiln and burn it into a colorful lump!"

Thinking of Wanwan's situation at this time, Xiaobai felt sad, and when he saw the bell looking at Fang Xing's direction with a confused face, he pushed it into the basin.

"Take a good bath, or I'll send you to the glass kiln too!"

The bell jingled and splashed water on Xiao Bai's face again.

Four horses rushed out from Fangjiazhuang and galloped towards Zhengyangmen at high speed.

Zhuang Jing also heard about this today, so he specially went to the Qinhuai River to celebrate.

It was mid-afternoon, and the sun shone lazily. Just as Zhuang Jing got off the boat, his whole body softened and he remembered what that person said when he was drinking, and the gloom in his heart couldn't dissipate.

Zhengyang Gate, Zhuang Jing and the sergeant guarding the gate had long been familiar, so they stayed for a while and asked them if there was anything noteworthy today.

Of course, the sergeant guarding the gate did not dare to offend the celebrity in front of Ji Gang, so he said something with a smile.

"The little princess heard that she was scalded yesterday, but the palace blocked the news. If His Royal Highness Taisun hadn't rushed to bring a doctor to treat the burns today, we wouldn't have known about it!"

Zhuang Jing leaned against the edge of the city gate, and said weakly: "Do you know what kind of burn it is?"

The sergeant took a look at Zhuang Jing's hand, but he didn't find any sign of a reward, so he shook his head and said, "I don't know, it's good if we can hear something like this."

Zhuang Jing wanted to curse, but just as he opened his mouth, he heard the sound of horseshoes.

"Fang Xing...I was just about to trouble you, but I didn't expect you to come to my door!"

Zhuang Jing drank a lot of wine at noon, squinted and saw that Fang Xing was leading the way, he untied his waist knife, put the sheath in the middle, and shouted: "Stop!"

Fang Xing was buried in the horse, but when he heard that he looked up and saw that it was Zhuang Jing, he felt a killing intent in his heart.

"roll!"

With a flick of the horsewhip, Fang Xing rushed into the Zhengyang Gate, while Jia Quan behind him threw a sign to the sergeant guarding the gate and shouted: "If you are in a hurry to enter the palace, don't stop it!"

"It's Taisun's people! Spread out!"

After seeing the sign, Xiao Qi, the leader, ignored the sluggish Zhuang Jing, and hurriedly dispersed the subordinates who were about to chase Fang Xing.

Jia Quan cast a disdainful glance at Zhuang Jing who had been whipped to the cheek by Fang Xing, and entered the imperial city with Xin Laoqi and the knife.

Zhuang Jing's alcohol-numbed brain reacted at this time, he suddenly howled, and after he let go, the welt mark on the left side of his face made people startled.

The whip marks swelled up quickly, and the burning pain made Zhuang Jing shout: "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

Fang Xing forgot about it after he shot in anger, and when he was outside the Forbidden City, no matter how brave he was, he would have to dismount.

"faster!"

Fang Xing ran towards the crown prince's womb with the medicine box on his back, Xin Laoqi and Xiaodao behind him could keep up, only Jia Quan fell behind.

When Fang Xing saw Zhu Zhanji out of breath, a doctor happened to come out of it.

"Be careful with the burns of the princess. Change the medicine every three days, and it may heal in a dozen days."

"Brother Dehua..."

Zhu Zhanji turned around and saw Fang Xing, and said in surprise, "How did you come here so fast?"

Fang Xing frowned and said, "Didn't it mean that Wanwan's hands were scalded?"

Zhu Zhanji said awkwardly: "That's just a rumor, Wanwan just got a few blisters."

Fuck!

Fang Xing lamented the power of gossip party rumors, "Where is Wanwan? Take me to see."

"It's inside."

Zhu Zhanji took Fang Xing in, but the doctor muttered to himself in confusion: "Who is this man? He is carrying a medicine box, but His Highness actually called him brother..."

This is a suite. Walking through the outer room where more than a dozen maids were standing, Fang Xing smelled a medicine smell as soon as he entered the inner room.

The inner room is not big, it seems to have been tidied up temporarily, even the curtain of the bed looks new.

Liang Zhong was standing by the bed, looking at Wanwan on the bed with a distressed expression. Seeing Fang wake up, he hissed, signaling to speak softly.

Fang Xing leaned over to take a look, Wanwan on the bed was pale, her two little hands were held by two maids, she was sleeping.

No gauze?

Fang Xing looked down at Wanwan's palm, which was covered with a layer of ointment.

"Is it disinfected?"

After coming out, he woke up and asked.

Liang Zhong asked incomprehensibly, "What is disinfection?"

Fang Xing slapped his forehead, "Did that doctor clean Wanwan's wound?"

Wash the wound?

Liang Zhong shook his head and said, "No, it's just the ointment."

"Did someone wash it with cold water when it was first injured?" Fang Xing asked with the last glimmer of hope.

But Liang Zhong continued to shake his head: "No, I was so scared and stupid at the time, I just prescribed the medicine when the imperial doctor came."

Fang Xing noticed the difference in Liang Zhong's dialect, and asked, "Isn't that person an imperial doctor just now?"

Only then did Zhu Zhanji interject: "That's a doctor I invited from outside. He is very famous in burns and scalds."

Tsk! Have experts these days learned to be vague? It actually said that it might take ten days to recover!

Fang Xing was a little hesitant. He originally wanted to use burn ointment to apply on Wanwan, but now that the doctors have already used it, it's not easy to change it!

Zhu Zhanji saw Fang Xing's hesitation, so he smiled and said, "Brother Dehua, you don't need to think too much. After Wanwan wakes up, let's see what she has to say."

Fang Xing looked at the surrounding environment, frowned and said, "How did Wanwan get burned?"

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