Mo Wenhuan's body was covered with dense silver needles. He couldn't wait to get up, but Chu Yingluo held him down: "Third prince, don't be anxious, there will be a while."
"How long will it take?!" Mo Wenhuan was so angry that his whole body was pricked like a hedgehog.
This Chu Yingluo was definitely playing a trick on him. If he had known earlier, he shouldn't have let Chu Yingluo treat him.
"The third prince's kidneys are deficient in yin and yang. This acupuncture can improve your symptoms of mental fatigue, insomnia and dreaminess. The third prince is afraid of the acupuncture, so should I stop?" Chu Yingluo asked his opinion while fooling around. While doing some tricks on the silver needle.
When she said this, Mo Wenhuan became entangled in his heart, gritted his teeth and said, "Tie."
Chu Yingluo curled her lips and shouted outside the courtyard: "Jiaojiao."
"exist!"
Wu Jiaojiao ran in quickly and stood in front of Mo Wenhuan in an instant. Her strong and burly figure made Mo Wenhuan a bit smaller.
As soon as Mo Wenhuan opened his eyes, he felt frightened and uneasy when he saw this ugly girl.
Chu Yingluo ordered to Wu Jiaojiao: "Help me hold him down, and I'll give him the injection."
Wu Jiaojiao stretched out her two dark hands, but she didn't know how to start. She turned around and asked with a confused expression: "Princess, where should I press?"
Chu Yingluo: "Whatever, just hold him down so he can't move."
"Okay princess."
After Wu Jiaojiao reached out and made some gestures, she saw that there was no needle on his chest, so she grabbed her hands and pressed them directly on his chest.
Mo Wenhuan stared at the two claws on his chest and stared with anger: "You damn girl, take your hands away."
With that said, Mo Wenhuan kicked his legs and was about to kick her with his free foot.
Unexpectedly, Wu Jiaojiao pressed his upper body firmly, and even pressed his legs. She said plausibly: "The third prince is offended. It was the princess who asked me to hold you tight."
Wu Jiaojiao pressed down on Mo Wenhuan and Mo Wenhuan lay on the chair, feeling like he had been insulted. The key was that Wu Jiaojiao was surprisingly strong and could hold him easily.
Mo Wenhuan refused and struggled to get away. After a lot of struggle, he was defeated and his face turned red and his neck was thick with anger.
When Chu Yingluo saw that Wu Jiaojiao had already pinned her down, she picked up the silver needle that had been burned red by the alcohol stove, and pricked Mo Wenhuan's acupuncture point with the needle.
The next second, a pig-like cry sounded in the courtyard: "Ahhhh-"
"It hurts!!!"
The third prince screamed heartbreakingly and began to struggle like crazy, but Wu Jiaojiao obeyed the princess's instructions and held him tightly.
After a lingering sound, Mo Wenhuan had a convulsion in his throat and fainted from the pain.
Wu Jiaojiao was so frightened that she quickly let go and said anxiously: "The princess is not good, the third prince seems... seems to be dead."
Chu Yingluo glanced calmly: "It's okay, he just fainted."
Wu Jiaojiao stretched out her hand to test the Third Prince's breath, and exhaled instantly: "Huh...it's not bad."
With a stick of incense, Chu Yingluo withdrew the needles she had just inserted. One of the needles was glowing with black color. On the surface, it looked like she was treating the Third Prince, but in fact, she had left something in his body. .
Mo Wenhuan convulsed again and woke up from his chair. After opening his eyes, he was in a daze for a while before he remembered what had just happened: "Damn girl, I am going to kill you."
But after taking a closer look, wherever there was Wu Jiaojiao, she had already disappeared.
At this time, Chu Yingluo's voice sounded from behind: "How did the third prince sleep?"
Mo Wenhuan was startled, but he didn't say it was okay. When he said it, his whole body became sluggish. He asked Chu Yingluo: "How long have I slept just now?"
"It takes about one stick of incense."
Mo Wenhuan looked shocked, and it only took him a stick of incense?
But why did he feel as if he had slept all night? He had never slept so soundly before. When he woke up, he was full of energy and felt like he had endless energy. Now it would be no problem to fight for 800 rounds. .
Mo Wenhuan's brows were filled with joy, and his eyes looked different when he looked at Chu Yingluo. He asked excitedly: "Is my illness completely cured?"
"Third Prince, just try it when you go back tonight. If you think it doesn't work, you can come back to me." Chu Yingluo counted the used silver needles, raised her head and said, "Third Prince, a total of one thousand taels of silver. "
so much?
Mo Wenhuan was dumbfounded. Although he felt that Chu Yingluozha had too many silver needles, he was embarrassed to make people think he was stingy. He gritted his teeth and took out a thousand taels worth of silver notes from his arms with pain. By the way, he warned: "I cannot do without your money, but I must warn you. God knows this and the earth knows it. You know it and I know it. If a third person knows... I will not spare you."
"And the girls in your house, let them keep their mouths shut."
Chu Yingluo took the money and said with a smile: "The third prince is worrying too much. As a doctor, he still has the most basic professional ethics."
Hearing this, Mo Wenhuan was relieved a lot. After the warning, he strode out of the Three Princes' Mansion, feeling energetic and radiant when he left.
He knew very well whether it was effective or not. If it hadn't been useful, Mo Wenhuan wouldn't have given the money so readily.
In the house, Mo Beizhi was sitting in a wheelchair. Through the window, he could clearly see what was happening in the courtyard. Several times, he was worried that Mo Wenhuan would be harmful to Chu Yingluo, but in the end, it turned out to be The third child was punished by Chu Yingluo and left a sum of money...
While feeling incredible, he also felt relieved. It seemed that he had underestimated Chu Yingluo. With her alertness and intelligence, she was the only one who could bully others.
The corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a smile of pleasure.
It wasn't until Chu Yingluo walked in and showed him a thousand taels of silver notes that Mo Beizhi slowly came back to his senses: "Has the third child's illness really been cured?"
