Zhao An stared at Xiao Tian who was still standing beside the bed unhappily, "What are you still looking at?"
Xiao Tian was startled, "No, do I want to go out too?"
"if not?"
What a face you have!
Does he still want to see a girl? There are no doors!
Xiao Tian was hit by a soft nail and had to turn around angrily. Before leaving, he left a message in a nonchalant manner, "Master Zhao, you have to do your best. This is the person your Majesty wants to win. If anything goes wrong, Be careful of officials impeaching you."
The door slowly closed, blocking his gloomy face.
Zhao An couldn't help but spat, "Bah, that's a dead thing."
When he was in Chenzhou, this kid was nodding and bowing like a grandson, but now he dared to threaten him face to face and drag him as hard as 2,500 to 80,000 yuan!
Could it be that the empress had promised him something secretly?
Okay, since I am worried that the darkening cannot be carried out, I will start with this kid. The more the empress uses him, the more she will kill him. He should be used as a certificate of submission to the "baby sister".
Thinking like this, I suddenly found that Wang Siyuan's eyes looked strange.
Zhao An coughed, took out the silver needle he carried with him, and wrote a prescription, asking Li Hongni to take the medicine and cook it. He had to keep an eye on it while it was being cooked, and be careful of anyone poisoning it.
Li Hongni said contemptuously: "You think that we Nanliang people are as despicable as you Central Plains people, we will not plot against our own people."
After complaining, she took the prescription and ran away.
Wang Siyuan asked softly: "Master Zhao, may I ask where Mr. Zhou is?"
Zhao An was a little stupid, "No, you are about to die of illness, is there anything else?"
"I want to meet Mr. Zhou. The new saint who can write countless ancient quatrains must be an unparalleled genius. If I can't meet him before my death, I will not be able to rest in peace."
As she spoke, Wang Siyuan covered her mouth and coughed violently again, wanting to cough out her lungs.
When he finished coughing, he opened his hand, and his palm was covered with delicate blood.
Zhao An was startled and hurriedly helped her lie down, then sterilized the silver needles and inserted them into her lung meridian points.
After only a moment, her ugly face because she couldn't breathe eased a little. She said in surprise: "Master Zhao's medical skills are really great. Just acupuncture makes my body feel comfortable."
She was still claiming to be a subordinate, but Zhao An simply refused to point it out and said, "I have an ancestral massage and fingering technique that can soothe the lung meridian. Sir, would you like to give it a try?"
Wang Siyuan nodded without hesitation. Naturally, she would be happy if it could relieve the pain.
However, she soon regretted it because Zhao An lifted the quilt underneath and exposed her feet.
She was suddenly startled, and pulled her legs back into the bed as if she was electrocuted, and said dullly: "What are you going to do, sir?"
Zhao An's face turned red, "Massage, the acupuncture points are on the feet..."
"Then it's better not to use it." Wang Siyuan was shy.
Feet are a woman's private parts and should not be touched casually.
Zhao An looked at her delicate appearance, rolled his eyes, and said sincerely: "Did you misunderstand me, have you forgotten? I am a eunuch. I have been serving the Queen Mother and the Emperor in the palace. The Queen Mother even praised our craftsmanship." Good."
Wang Siyuan was stunned when she heard this, and then remembered this.
The factory supervisor of the black factory is just a eunuch!
Speaking of which, she was the one who overcame those who served the emperor and the queen mother to condescend to serve her.
After thinking about this, Wang Siyuan bit her lip and slowly let go of her legs.
Zhao An carefully took off the pair of silk white socks, revealing a pair of shining feet.
Tsk tsk tsk!
I have to say, this foot is awesome!
She doesn't travel often and stays in bed, so her feet look whiter and more delicate than those of ordinary people.
Zhao An just stared and admired it, as if looking at a work of art.
Wang Siyuan's big eyes flashed suddenly, and she couldn't help it, so she called "Sir."
Zhao An turned around and saw her perverted expression. He was embarrassed on the spot and quickly started to massage the Yongquan point on the soles of her feet and the Taixi point on her ankles.
The room became quiet as Zhao An massaged and assisted with the silver needle.
A blush appeared on Wang Siyuan's pitiful little face, and she said weakly: "Master Zhao, please tell me about Mr. Zhou."
Zhao An's face turned dark when he heard this, "What's good about Mr. Zhou is that he can write two sour poems."
"Don't talk nonsense. I've sent people to inquire about the country these days. Mr. Zhou is good at literature and martial arts. He is good at poetry and poetry. He is even proficient in medicine and business. By the way, he has also made many strange things, such as The perfumes and soaps in the market were all invented by him. Well, there were also papermaking and printing..."
When talking about Zhou Huang's various things, Wang Siyuan couldn't stop talking about his treasures. She even had a gentle face filled with longing, just like a little girl who was obsessed with him.
Zhao An also didn't expect that he would have such a fanatical fan in the royal family of Nanliang.
Of course, Wang Siyuan is not such a superficial woman. What she loves more is Zhou Huang's talent.
"I heard that Mr. Zhou told a story called the Three Kingdoms. Can Mr. Zhao tell me about it?"
Wang Siyuan's face was filled with anticipation.
Zhao An pouted and said, "If you have anything nice to say, why don't I tell you about me?"
"Oh, Mr. Zhao, just tell me. I beg you."
Wang Siyuan seems to have forgotten the fact that she is disguised as a man, her voice has become that of a soft girl, and she is acting coquettishly.
Such a weak girl begging Liu Fufeng, which man can bear to refuse.
Zhao An had no choice but to talk to her.
Sure enough, Wang Siyuan was mesmerized by what she heard, especially when she heard the part about "Taishui Yin". She said excitedly: "It is said that Mr. Zhou once played the Tao Shui Yin with his own hands and even sang it. I wonder if I am lucky enough to be able to hear it with my own ears. .”
"What's so difficult about this? I'll tell him later and let him sing to you." Zhao An patted his chest and confirmed.
Wang Siyuan was overjoyed, her pretty face was filled with red clouds, and for a moment she was as beautiful as a dream.
However, this beautiful and blushing color also has a hint of retrospect.
In fact, her illness is not easy to treat because it takes too long. Without proper treatment, she will probably die in three to two months.
To be honest, Zhao An suspected that there was something wrong with the top management of Nanliang Kingdom. What was the meaning of sending her to the capital?
Do you plan to let her die in the palace?
Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and Zhao An immediately covered himself with a quilt.
Wang Siyuan also quickly calmed down her emotions and seemed to lie down obediently, but her big eyes were full of gratitude.
It was Li Hongni who came back, holding the medicine with her hair frizzy like a wild monkey.
"Mr. Zhao's medical skills are good, and he looks much better."
Li Hongni was a little surprised when she saw Wang Siyuan's expression, but it was impossible for her to thank her, after all, she had helped herself.
In addition, I agree, but the purpose of their coming to Beijing is to enter the palace, so there is no need for Master Zhao to ask her to be an attendant, unless the young emperor agrees.
