Chapter 725 Help him comb his hair Fu Ciyi covered the big bump on his head in time and his body Funing quickly supported him and said to Fu He, "Your master was seriously injured in the enclosure and was unconscious just now. You can't drink the wine in the Prince's Mansion." Fu He looked at Fu Ciyi and said, "Sir, should I refuse truthfully?" Fu Ciyi pondered for a moment and said, "Take the invitation to the Prince's Mansion and report my injury in the enclosure. Emphasize my current condition and that I should not drink." "My subordinate understands." Fu He bowed and took his leave. Yan Funing guessed quietly, "I think the prince came to verify how badly you were injured." "That's possible." Fu Ciyi said calmly, "It's more likely that he was telling me in a roundabout way that I was attacked in the enclosure because of his orders." "What is his purpose for telling you that he did it?" Yan Funing frowned. "Even if you have uncovered Fu Zhengqing's conspiracy to sell official positions, shouldn't the Crown Prince keep it a secret?" So arrogant. Fu Ciyi sneered: "Since he is the crown prince, he naturally does not need to be afraid of a minister like me. I think the purpose of this incident is that he wants to warn me."

Hearing this, Yan Fu stared at the bump on his head and couldn't help laughing again. "It's really a beating. It's become like this." Fu Ciyi rubbed it and let out a hissing sound. Yan Funing grabbed his arm and said, "You're rubbing too hard. This is inappropriate." The man withdrew his hand and said in embarrassment: "If I don't use this bag, how can I marry you?" "With this bag, you can't marry me?" she asked back. "Whose groom carries a big bag on his head to pick up his bride?" "We still have some time before we get married, I promise to make sure your bump goes away." She pulled his hand, "Go inside, let your hair down, and I'll take a look at the swelling." Also check if there is any broken skin. Fu Ciyi followed her into the room and obediently let her sit on the chair. Yan Funing took off the jade crown from his head, and her black hair spread out like a waterfall. With his red lips and white teeth, he looked very handsome. After taking a look, she smiled softly: "This young man has a good-looking face. It would be a pity if the gift could not be removed." "Don't laugh, help me find a way to reduce the swelling as soon as possible." Yan Funing pushed aside his hair and murmured, "There is no obvious damage to the scalp. This bulge is obviously caused by blunt force." "There are mountains and forests in the enclosure. Suddenly, more than 20 masked men rushed out from the foot of the mountain, each holding a stick, and rushed towards me." "Isn't there someone following you?" "The group that was following me at the time was some distance away from me. Just as I was using my fists and kicks, someone hit me on the head from behind." "You hit me too hard. A concussion will cause dizziness and vomiting. You need to rest well in the next few days." Yan Funing gently touched the bag. "Apply ice compress for the first two days, and then apply heat to reduce the swelling." "Will you come and give me the acupuncture?" he asked.

"Do you want me to come?" Fu Ciyi nodded: "Of course." At least you can't marry her with a bag on your head, right? "Okay." Yan Funing began to organize the silver needle bag, "I'll come over if I have time in the next few days." Seeing her put the silver needle bag into the medicine box, Fu Ciyi grabbed her wrist and asked, "Are you leaving now?" "I'm not leaving now. I'm going to sort out my medicine box." She took out a small jar of ointment from the box. "It's for reducing swelling and relieving pain. Apply it twice a day." The man let go of her hand: "I'm hungry." "This is your home, can't you call someone to set up the food yourself?" She said, remembering what Wan Niang said, "Forget it, I'll call for you." The man's lips curled up in joy: "Thank you, ma'am." Yan Funing left the main courtyard, said something to the person guarding the gate, and then returned to the study to write a prescription. The prescription was written in just a moment and given to Fu Ciyi, who was sitting on the bed with his hair still loose. "Take it for ten days first. If it doesn't get better in ten days, I'll change some medicine." "Okay." The man glanced at it and slowly put down the square. Yan Funing pulled a chair and sat down. The room was very quiet. So much has happened in the past few days that it feels like a long time has passed. Turning her gaze to him, she saw that his hair was disheveled, so she stood up and went to the dressing table. There was no longer any of her things on the dressing table. She looked around, opened a drawer beside her, moved aside a few hair crowns, took out a navy blue headband, and a comb he used to tie his hair. Put the two items on the edge of the bed. "Here, comb your hair and try not to wear a hair crown these days." Fu Ciyi said: "My gestures are heavy, please help me, madam." After saying that, regardless of whether she agreed or not, he slowly turned his back to her and sat cross-legged. Yan Funing pursed her lips and took a comb to comb his hair. He didn't know whether it was because her hands were soft or because she combed his hair gently, but his scalp was relaxed and he slowly closed his eyes. As soon as I closed my eyes, the scene that just flashed through my mind flashed again. He tied the woman to a chair. The hemp rope went around her chest, and then around her waist a few times before being tied to the back of the chair. Her arms were also tied behind her back to the back of the chair, and not only that, she was also tied to the legs of the chair. Revealing slender white ankles.

The woman seemed to be very afraid of him and was shaking. He wanted to see her face clearly, but it was blurry. Yan Funing tied his hair at the back of his head with a headband, combed it loosely to avoid pulling at the frizzy part, and let the rest of his hair hang loose at the back of his head. He looks quite romantic. She gathered her hair and said softly, "Okay." The man sitting cross-legged on the bed seemed to be startled by her and his shoulders trembled. "What's wrong with you?" she asked. Fu Ciyi pressed his temples, slowly leaned back to the head of the bed, and after a long while he said in a hoarse voice, "Nothing." "Sir, the food is here." The servants brought the food to the outer room. "Okay." Fu Ciyi responded, raised his eyelids and said to Yan Funing, "Thank you for the trip. You can go back now." Hearing this, Yan Funing was startled, and quickly said yes. He picked up the medicine box and left. Looking at her slender figure going away, Fu Ciyi frowned. - More than half an hour later, Yan Funing returned to the Yan family. "Fu Ning, how is Ci Yi? Is he okay?" Hong Qingyi asked. "The bag looks serious, and the concussion is also severe." "Could he become stupid?" Yan Bojian asked casually. Yan Funing snorted: "He can't be stupid, he is very smart." "That's good." Hong Qingyi nodded, "As long as it doesn't affect the wedding date." After a slight pause, she added, "We should remind him to take good care of himself." "Mom, I gave him a prescription and left him some ointment, don't worry." As they were chatting, someone from the Hong family arrived. The people who came were not others, but Old Madam Hong and Hong Yuxin. The younger generations, Yan Funing and Yan Bojian, called out in unison: "Grandma, Second Uncle." Yan Cheng had no expression on his face: "Mother-in-law and second uncle came here, are they here to beg for mercy?" Hong Yuxin helped his mother sit down and said with shame: "Duke, my mother and I came here to beg for mercy." After hearing this, Hong Qingyi frowned slightly: "Mother, second brother, are you here to plead for Yu Shi, and want us to not pursue the matter?" Madam Hong sighed and looked at Yan Funing: "My dear grandson, can you forgive your second aunt?"