Qianjiu looked at Muyeyes eyes and blinked: "What are you thinking? Why do I feel a chill down my spine?"

  Muyexiao glanced at Qianjiujiu, and Qianjiujiu suddenly chuckled and looked at Muyexiao.

  "By the way, Prince Wang, Ive been in the palace for a day now and found that youre sitting here all day?"

  Muyē Xiǎo furrowed his brow: "Whats wrong? This kings legs are both crippled, cant stand up. If not sitting here, where else can I go?"

  Qianjiu flipped her eyes: "Isnt there...?"

  Speaking of which, I thought there might not even be a silver needle here, let alone a wheelchair, so Ill just try saying it first.

  "My point is, isnt there any tool available?"

  Muyexiao looked at Qianjiujiu: "Tool? Whats that thing?"

  It seems its really gone, Qianjiu couldnt help but shake his head: "Tsk tsk, what a pity."

  "Alright, bring me paper and pen, Ill draw it for you."

  Dong Chen quickly got ready with paper and pen, Qianjius painting skills were very good, all thanks to her grandfather.

  When theres nothing to do, Qianjiu Jiu would draw various medicinal herbs. Some medicinal materials require very subtle distinctions, and Qianjiu Jiu was not allowed to make any mistakes.

  So in the long run, Qianjius painting skills are quite good.

  Soon, with a wave of Qianjius hand, a vivid wheelchair appeared on the paper. After blowing on it gently, he handed it over to Muyexiao.

  "Look, how is it? Now lets find someone to make it for you, Ill take you out shopping."

  Muyexiao looked at Qianjiu: "Your brain is quite impressive. Is this the method you said can cure my legs?"

  Qianjiu shook his head: "How is this possible? What I said about being cured means relying on your own two legs to stand up. As a person, I always keep my word."

  "Dont measure a gentlemans heart with a petty persons yardstick."

  Muyexiao looked at Qianjiu with a somewhat amused expression: "You still know what it means to be a gentleman? Not bad, not bad."

  Qianjiu blinked: "What do you mean? Why does this sound so strange?"

  "Arent you looking down on me for being uncultured? Or do you think Im illiterate?"

  At this point, Qianjius long eyelashes fluttered, and he suddenly remembered that the original owner seemed to be illiterate.

  Looking at Pastor Yes enigmatic smile, Qianjiu blinked awkwardly.

  "Thats right, I learned in secret, I grew up next to Zhuangzis academy, and I was always learning on the side."

  "Whats wrong with you, anyway?"

  "Isnt this wheelchair good? I drew it with great effort, dont you want to appreciate it?"

  Hong Liang looked at Qianjiu with some worry, fearing that Wang Ye would get angry and blame Qianjiu.

  Although she hasnt spent much time with Qianjiu, Honglian thinks this princess is quite good.

  Muyexiao looked at Qianjius appearance and simply raised an eyebrow: "Dongchen, go find a carpenter."

  For being able to leave this room without anyone noticing, Mutsuki Akatsuki expressed that he still had some expectations.

  After all, if these legs were good, they shouldnt be so fast either.

  Dong Chen quickly took orders and left, and Mu Ye Xiao only then discovered that Qian Jiujius expression was somewhat strange.

  "Whats wrong with the princess? Dont tell me you have something else to say?"

  Qianjiu glared at him: "Of course I have something to say, wasnt I saying it for you to detox? Now it seems well have to wait two more days."