"Sang Sang, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Helan Yin asked cautiously.
Facing He Lanyin's gaze, Sang Ning recalled that when he went to court just now, he really had a headache and felt uncomfortable all over.
So Sang Ning nodded naturally and whispered: "I did feel a little uncomfortable just now."
"Your Majesty, look, I am right, right?"
Feng Queyi couldn't help but said happily, looking at He Lanyin, waiting for his reply.
At the same time, I had already made a plan in my mind to take the opportunity to delay medical treatment and use some tricks.
As long as he delayed He Lanyin until he was about to take medicine at night, he could leave first and then find an excuse to return.
At that time, Helan Yin must have been immersed in the illusion and unable to extricate himself, and Feng Queyi could do whatever he wanted.
For the sake of the dignity of the royal family, he bet that Helan Yin would swallow this sigh of relief, and then he and Sang Ning would become a cooked rice.
"Then you come with me." He Lanyin felt unhappy, but couldn't refuse, so he could only agree.
"Follow your orders!" Feng Queyi secretly said, half successful, and followed behind excitedly.
…
Yuesang Hall.
Sang Ning lay flat on the bed of ice silk, feeling her pulse with the Fengque instrument.
He Lanyin sat on one side and watched, his heroic face full of worry.
He was thinking, could it be the reason for the trouble yesterday?
If so, then he feels so guilty.
She only thought about getting together as soon as possible, but she actually ignored her frail condition.
"Your Majesty's illness is not serious, but you still need to continue taking medicine to nurse yourself back to health, otherwise it will easily get worse."
Feng Queyi did not say it seriously, otherwise the emperor was afraid that if he did not take the meatballs, his plan would fail.
"That's good."
He Lanyin breathed a long sigh of relief, and a smile returned to his expressionless face.
So he gave the prescription to Luzhi, who went to grab the medicine and boil it.
"Thank you for your hard work, Master Feng."
Looking at Feng Queyi, although He Lanyin was smiling, he was actually chasing people away.
Fengqueyi was so smart that he could see through the emperor's thoughts, but he slowly said: "Although the empress is fine, I need thirteen needles in my hand to consolidate the qi and blood and regulate the body for the empress."
"Acupuncture?"
He Lanyin asked rhetorically.
Feng Queyi couldn't help but nodded and whispered: "Not bad."
Seeing He Lanyin's expression change, Feng Queyi guessed what he was worried about, so she smiled slightly: "Your Majesty, there is no need to worry, I only need to apply acupuncture on the empress's hands."
"Oh, just having it in hand is enough. Then let's start, dear dear."
He Lanyin immediately breathed a sigh of relief and sat aside to wait patiently.
It has to be said that the Thirteen Needles of Que Hand is indeed a magical acupuncture technique created by Feng Que Yi.
The effect is miraculous and it just fits Sang Ning's symptoms. In fact, Feng Queyi has been reading hundreds of medical books and trying to figure it out.
The purpose was to cure Sanning's illness, but of course he also had other ideas.
Although acupuncture is only performed on the hands, because the hands are too small, there are many acupuncture points and need to be identified slowly before acupuncture can be applied.
Therefore, the time consumption is very long. This is also Fengqueyi's little idea of delaying time besides actually seeing a doctor.
As Feng Queyi took out the acupuncture bag he carried with him, he took out long and slender silver needles one by one.
"My dear, it may hurt a little, please bear with it." Feng Queyi casually reminded her kindly when she was about to place the needle.
Sang Ning looked at him and said angrily: "What are you talking about? Your Majesty, do you care about your beloved? He is teasing me."
Fengqueyi:......
He Lanyin:......
Even Wang Cheng on the side didn't even look at it. Anyone could know that these words had no such meaning.
But since Sang Ning said it, Helan Yin naturally had to express his attitude.
"Master Feng, please be careful with your words." He Lanyin glared at him and said with a straight face.
"Okay, Your Majesty."
Feng Queyi couldn't express her pain, so she could only lower her head slightly and respond.
The next second, Sang Ning winked at him and forced a smile: "I'll show mercy later, you won't retaliate against me, right?"
"Your Majesty is joking, how dare I?" Feng Queyi suppressed her anger with a smile on her face.
At the same time, he secretly thought to himself, Sangsang, just let you be crazy for a while. You just need to wait until Helan Yin takes the medicine in the evening, and everything will be under control.
So Feng Queyi started acupuncture for Sang Ning, and time passed slowly.
In the blink of an eye, the blue sky turned into darkness, and a bright moon hung high in the sky, accompanied by stars.
Sang Ning looked at the backs of his hands covered with silver needles, looking like a hedgehog with an expression of despair.
What's the name of what I'm wearing? I'm suffering from unknown illnesses day and night. I wanted to get rid of it once and for all.
These men were like lunatics and would not let her get what she wanted.
Now Sang Ning just wants to get sick as soon as possible. It is best if the illness is more serious and he can walk without consciousness.
But it should be said that Lao Yin Pi’s acupuncture does have something to offer.
After the piercing, Sang Ning found that her body felt much better. For a moment, she was shocked.
Sang Ning thought she had completely recovered, but this feeling could not last forever, and the occasional pain would remind her that she was a sick person.
Too bad, another day where I want to die!
After waiting for another half an hour, Fengqueyi gave Sanning the injection.
"Go back and rest early, I won't leave you alone."
Looking at Feng Queyi who was sweating profusely, He Lanyin took his hand and walked directly out.
Fengqueyi still wanted to say a few words to Sang Ning, and even watched Luzhi give her the medicine before leaving.
But I didn't expect that He Lanyin, a wife-protecting maniac, wouldn't give her a chance at all. After the treatment, she couldn't help but want to kill him.
As a result, Feng Queyi was pushed out unwillingly.
"Wang Cheng, send the Imperial Master to me."
He Lanyin ordered Wang Cheng.
"Here." Wang Cheng responded, and then made a gesture of invitation, "Master Feng, please."
Feng Queyi clasped his fists slightly: "Thank you, Your Majesty. I will take my leave."
"Yes." He Lanyin nodded, watched Wang Cheng take him away from Yuesang Palace, and then returned with a sigh of relief.
…
But just as He Lanyin sent Feng Queyi away, a person slowly emerged from under the couch in the palace.
A childish baby face, a wisp of green stubble at the center of the body, and a hint of calmness in the youthful aura that rushes towards him.
There is still a few traces of dust hanging on the black official hat. He is tall and strong, with a red face and white teeth, and is extraordinary handsome.
The eyes under the thick and slender eyelashes were filled with tears looking at Sang Ning.
His thin lips were trembling. He wanted to speak but couldn't control his excitement, and his breathing became tight.
The heart started to speed up even more violently.
…
Sang Ning looked at him, very shocked. He covered his mouth with his green-white jade fingers and pinched the cat's tail with his other hand without even realizing it.
"Ouch~"
Xue Tuan showed his fangs, and the hair on his body exploded, and he fled from her body in a swish.
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