Chapter 112

Shen Anyan didn't joke with Yin Chenlang and asked, "sleep here? Why?"

"No why, I want to." Yin Chenlang said, looking at Shen Anyan's smile. Shen Anyan had the illusion of seeing a relegated immortal under the background of the surrounding snow.

"If they don't go back to the prime minister's house, they must have something to say." Shen Anyan only thought Yin Chenlang was joking. Even the prince should not dare to do such a thing.

"Then let them talk." Yin Chenlang said, "Zhang Zhenlu is here. Your injury can't be cured two days a day. The plague is rising and the doctor is hard to find. Didn't the one who left the prime minister's house before? Now there is no special doctor in the prime minister's house. Which doctor can be there at any time a day."

Yin Chenlang is mainly afraid that ye qiuni will do something to invite the doctor. Yin Chenlang knows that what happened today was planned by Ye qiuni and concubine Xiao together.

Just

Yin Chenlang looked at the wound on Shen Anyan's face. This should not be arranged in advance. It was purely an accident. Yeqiuni's purpose was to frighten Shen Anyan, while Xiao Anlan's purpose should be to keep Shen Anyan away from herself.

Yin Chenlang thought of it all, but didn't want to tell Shen Anyan everything because he thought Shen Anyan shouldn't think so much.

Around the main hall, towering ancient trees, shady trees, red walls and yellow tiles are resplendent. The golden roof and red gate of the palace, which are solemn and solemn in ancient times, make people feel solemn and solemn.

"Here we are." Yin Chenlang walked in with Shen Anyan. Although no one lived here, it was clean and tidy.

These halls are located in the palaces among the trees, revealing glazed tile roofs, just like a golden island.

Several royal and Prince's houses are connected together and connected with the imperial palace. The style and luxury are very shocking.

After a while, Yu Xin came with Zhang Zhenlu and a group of palace maids. The palace maids began to boil water.

"Oh, how is it you again?" Zhang Zhenlu screamed when she gave Shen Anyan a pulse.

"Zhang Zhenlu." Yin Chenlang stared at Zhang Zhenlu, and Zhang Zhenlu kept silent. After taking the pulse quickly, it was not taking the pulse, but it ended with a simple touch. Zhang Zhenlu began to check the injury on Shen Anyan's face.

In her previous life, Shen Anyan heard that Zhang Zhenlu and Yin Chenlang had a good relationship. Yin Chenlang took Zhang Zhenlu everywhere. He was Yin Chenlang's right-hand assistant, right-hand man and some exaggerated storytellers. It was said that the two people had the love of Longyang and the habit of breaking their sleeves, so they were inseparable.

Seeing Zhang Zhenlu in his life, he was just not serious, otherwise he wouldn't be reluctant to stay in the palace and be bound, followed Yin Chenlang to the outside.

It's much easier in the palace. Sometimes there's nothing wrong. He can study what he wants to study. There are plenty of materials in the palace, and Yin Chenlang is generous and willing. Zhang Zhenlu calls it "blissful".

"I've just done some simple treatment. I'll go to get the medicine later and apply it every day. I'll change the prescription for you in a few days." Zhang Zhenlu was still very serious when she was treated. She just didn't know whether it was normal or frightened by Shen Anyan's wound. "Avoid spicy and spicy, and don't blow cold air."

Zhang Zhenlu said, lowered his head to collect things and was ready to go outside.

"Wait a minute." Shen Anyan has been expressionless. Zhang Zhenlu's last instruction is probably just nonsense. Is she unable to return to heaven. "How big will the scar be?"

Zhang Zhenlu was stunned and turned his back to everyone. He didn't look back. He only left his back and couldn't see his expression.

Yin Chenlang stood up from one side of the chair and comforted Shen Anyan: "don't ask so much, apply the medicine first."

Shen Anyan got up from the soft couch and looked at Zhang Zhenlu's back: "tell me, let me prepare first."

Shen Anyan was disfigured because of poison arrows in the last life. Is there a life?

Shen Anyan is at a loss. What about others? Is there a life to say? Will it work one by one?

Zhang Zhenlu turned around, lowered her head and thought for a moment. Her feet moved uneasily, then looked up and looked at Yin Chenlang.

"You say, she really should have a preparation." Yin Chenlang said.

Zhang Zhenlu nodded when he got permission and said slowly, "the wound is very deep. It's a miracle that you haven't lost too much blood. There are things to replenish blood in the palace. If you feel weak limbs and dizzy and faint now, it's OK. You just lose too much blood. Go to sleep."

Shen Anyan was silent. Zhang Zhenlu didn't mention the scar, that is, she tacitly accepted what she said and would leave a scar.

"About the wound, the possibility of leaving a scar is very large, but since it is inevitable, try to make the scar smaller..." Zhang Zhenlu said about the future treatment plan, but he felt a little unbearable. "If there is no absolute, that is, skin trauma, maybe if you raise well, you won't leave a scar."

Zhang Zhenlu is still hopeful. He hasn't treated many injuries on his face. Most of the people treated before entering the palace are men. He just treated them. He doesn't know whether the other party has left a scar after treatment. If you are a daughter or a woman, you rarely hurt your face. At most, it is a scratch. You can apply the medicine at home by looking for something. However, he has been a doctor for many years. With his experience, such a deep wound is not easy to treat. It is still on the delicate skin of a noble. The skin quality is different, and it is even more uncertain.

Everyone knows what it means when the house is silent. If a woman has an ugly scar on her face, not to mention whether she has a good way out in the future, even if she has a good way out, she will be despised no matter where she goes in the end. With this scar, even if the emperor granted her the county head after the cold epidemic, the one who changed his smile will laugh at her without stinginess.

Shen Anyan stumbled towards a bronze mirror. Yin Chenlang took a step ahead and stood in front of her.

"Don't look." Yin Chenlang's attitude was very firm. When he saw Shen Anyan's desperate expression, his heart seemed to be caught. It seemed that someone took a knife and gouged it out one by one. He refused to stop.

"Get out of the way." Shen Anyan has been crying and living again for a lifetime. Why does her life have the shadow of the past? What is the meaning of living again?

"You take away all things that can shine on people in the house." Yin Chenlang said to the surrounding humanitarians.

Several palace maids hurriedly put away all the smooth things in the house and took them out of the side hall, just in case.

"Let me have a look." Shen Anyan still wants to know what the situation is and how miserable it will be in the future.

If it is a scar more ferocious than the previous life, why should I work hard?

I'm afraid even the bandit and mountain thief will laugh at her.

"Sorry, No." Yin Chenlang stretched out her hand to hold Shen Anyan and let Shen Anyan's head rest on her shoulder. Her eyes were full of heartache.

Shen Anyan leaned against Yin Chenlang's shoulder, familiar with the smell of incense. It was the same on the night of the Mid Autumn Festival. Yin Chenlang held her like there was no disaster in the world. It was the beautiful moonlight and gurgling streams left.

Shen Anyan cried so miserably for the first time. Yin Chenlang didn't say comforting words. He just picked up the handkerchief on the next table, turned his head and gently pressed Shen Anyan under her right eye to prevent tears from infecting the wound. Shen Anyan sobbed clearly in her ear. Her body seemed to tremble slightly. Yin Chenlang took her hand more tightly and wanted to give strength to the people in her arms.