Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

Gu Panxia did not ask what happened, but took out a small bottle from her sleeve, dropped the water inside on the handkerchief, and then gently wiped the wound on Zhou Zheng's forehead.

When the prince saw the bottle, he raised his eyebrows slightly. If he remembered correctly, this small bottle seemed to be exactly the same as the one that the fourth child gave to the third child before, right?

Gu Panxia actually has one too. Did the fourth child give it to her, or did the fourth child get it from her?

The efficacy of this thing is simply miraculous. At that time, he witnessed Lin Rui's process from bad to good in just an instant.

At that time, not only them, but also the fourth child was shocked.

But looking at Gu Panxia's calm face, it seemed that he already knew the efficacy of this thing.

Did the fourth child lie because she didn't want people to know she had this thing in her hand?

However, if you think about it, it was at a banquet and there were a lot of people who knew martial arts at that time. If anyone knew that Gu Panxia had such a magical thing in his hand, his life would be in danger.

"Brothers and sisters, I'm afraid this place is not suitable, right?"

He looked at the people around him and whispered.

Gu Panxia was startled, then looked up at him and said, "I might have to trouble the palace... Brother, please do me a favor."

The prince was startled, then understood. He smiled bitterly, sighed and nodded.

"Just heal him and leave the rest to me."

Gu Panxia nodded, "Thank you very much!"

The prince sighed quietly and thought to himself: Old Fourth, Old Fourth, if you don't come back soon, I, the majestic prince of the country and the future heir apparent, will have to act as a guard for your sweetheart.

"Everyone, it's late at night, it's time to disperse."

His expression was very soft. It didn't look like he was chasing someone away, but rather like he was saying goodbye to an acquaintance.

But the sharp cold air emanating from his body made people afraid to get even closer. Some people still wanted to watch the fun, but were frightened by the prince's look, and they turned around and left in a hurry.

Gu Panxia poured all the remaining spiritual spring in the small bottle onto Zhou Zheng's forehead, and the wound gradually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The prince couldn't help but admire it, and at the same time he felt a little distressed. Gu Panxia poured out such miraculous medicine so casually, it was simply a waste of natural resources.

Aunt Liu stood aside holding the little bun with her head bowed, while Mrs. Fang was comforting Xiao Jiangyun who was already asleep, so she didn't pay attention to the situation here.

Zhou Zheng moved his fingers and slowly opened his eyes.

When Hao saw it, he rushed over and cried loudly: "My son, you are awake, woo woo woo..."

Gu Panxia patted her back and comforted her: "Grandma, don't worry. Uncle is fine. Everyone is tired. Let's go back."

Zhou Zheng smiled weakly, "Mom, I'm fine. My head doesn't hurt anymore. I just feel a little tired."

"The doctor is here!"

At this time, Jiang Qing was seen dragging an old doctor who was sweating profusely over. After seeing Zhou Zheng wake up, he couldn't help but be slightly startled.

"Hey, this isn't right! Azheng, how did the injury on your forehead heal?"

The old doctor wiped his sweat and said angrily: "You brat, where is the patient?"

Jiang Qing looked at him innocently, pointed at Zhou Zheng and said, "Isn't it here?"

The old doctor grabbed Zhou Zheng's hand and made a careful diagnosis, then said: "Except for some blood loss, there is nothing wrong with you. You kid, you brought me here in the middle of the night just to show him the blood loss?"

Jiang Qing was ashamed. He swore that Zhou Zheng was obviously seriously injured and unconscious. He was just afraid that something would happen to him, so he ran the old doctor away for a long time. Who knew that he would be fine when he got here.