Chapter 41

Murong Jie raised his narrow eyes, "tired?"

Zi an subconsciously replied: "tired!"

"If you're tired, sit down. You've really worked hard." Murong Jie said genially.

Zi an was coy for a while, and he was really tired, so he sat down in the chair beside him.

As soon as his butt touched the chair, Murong Jie raised his voice and said, "who let you sit flat with me?"

Zian suddenly stood up and looked around. There was no chair shorter than he was sitting.

"Sit on the ground!" Murong Jie stretched out his foot and nodded on the ground in front of him.

Zi an cursed secretly. Isn't that the sole of his foot?

She replied humbly and politely, "Lord, if you are not tired, just stand."

"Not tired?" Murong Jie stretched out his hand and rubbed the temple, "if you are not tired, it's just right. Come and knead your shoulders and head for me."

"Is the Lord sick?" Although Zian knew that he was deliberately trying to embarrass himself, he had supported her since yesterday, and now he tolerated his unreasonable making trouble.

"Headache!" Although Murong Jie was deliberately teasing her, it was really a headache.

His headache symptoms have lasted for more than two years. Every attack occurred after the high-intensity discussion of politics. These two days, he was quite busy. In addition, something happened in the court this morning, and he began to have a headache after the next court.

Zi an thought he was pretending, but his face and lip color showed that he had congestion.

Traditional Chinese medicine stresses that pain is impassable, and general pain is not. There are all kinds of body problems, many of which can be seen from the face, eyes, lips and tongue.

Zi an expected that Murong Jie's cervical vertebra should be blocked, leading to the inability of blood supply to the brain, causing headache.

She asked mother Yang, "do you have medicine oil?"

Mother Yang said, "the royal doctor should have mint cream. Is that ok?"

"Yes Zian said.

When the imperial doctors in the palace are free, they like to make some trinkets. These ointments and oils are very popular with the concubines in the harem.

Mammy Yang took mint cream and handed it to zi'an. Murong Jie frowned, "these things are useless. I have used them, and I don't like the smell."

Zi an said, "if it's useful or not, I'll know in a moment."

She turned back and said to mammy Yang, "I still use a little wormwood in the middle of the night. Please help me roll it up with oil paper and stuff it tightly."

Murong Jie is about to say no, Zi an's fingers have fallen on his eyebrows, two fingers apart, in the save bamboo acupoint rub down.

Comfortable feeling spread from the top of the head, Murong Jie's "no" word, was submerged in the voice.

"Be more forceful." Murong Jie command style tunnel.

Zi an explained: "this acupoint can't be too hard. Don't worry. There will be a time when you feel pain."

"You are more and more daring." Murong Jie said displeasantly, but closed his eyes and enjoyed it slowly.

Zian has been a man with his tail between his legs since he entered the palace. Now he can't say that he has no fear, but he can at least relax to the Regent.

So, she quoted the empress dowager, "don't question your doctor."

Murong Jie muttered: "isn't it the empress mother who praises you? And I'm ecstatic. "

Zi an didn't speak. He put his finger around his temple and pressed it hard. Then he slid down his neck and pulled down the collar. But he saw a scar on his right shoulder blade.

The scar is very dark. I think it's not long after the injury. The wound should go deep into the bone. Judging from the shape, it should be a sword wound. There is some black deposition around the wound. It can be inferred that the sword is poisonous. After the toxin is removed, some silt will remain in the skin around the wound.

Her fingers just stay for a while, then dig up some mint cream and apply it to massage.

There are two lymphatic lines in his neck. His lymphatic lines are blocked very seriously. Some of them bulge slightly. No wonder he has a headache.

Zi'an pushed his lymph from behind her ears to the part of Dazhui. As soon as she pushed it, Murong Jie said angrily, "you can do it gently."

Zi'an said softly, "bear it. The Lord's lymph is blocked seriously. If you don't push it through, it will continue to hurt."

Zi an's voice is soft and soothing, which is the tone she always used to soothe the patients. However, Murong Jie has a strange feeling.

This strange feeling made him feel painful, but he could not bear to scold again.

The queen and the princess sat not far away. Looking at this scene, she laughed, "look at this young girl, it's very good, isn't it?"

Your imperial concubine looks in the past, but her eyes are full of hatred. It's just that the Empress Dowager says so. She's hard to refute. She says insincerely, "her medical skills are very good."

"Yes, both the court judge and the imperial doctor said that ah Xin was not saved, but in one night, she brought ah Xin back to life. Maybe, she is really a descendant of Wen Yi."

"I'm afraid it's not," said Princess GUI faintly, "the prime minister's daughter, if the gate doesn't come out, where can it be the descendant of Wen Yi? My younger sister didn't have any opinions about Xia Zian, but she didn't like the fact that she risked to be a descendant of Wen Yi. She didn't have good character. No matter how good her medical skills are, what's the use of it? "The Empress Dowager waved her hand, "no, you are a preconceived person. With such a capable daughter-in-law, what else can you complain about?"

The muscle on her face shakes twice. Her eyes tightly lock Zi an. Her eyes are full of venom and almost stab Zi an out of several holes.

Even Zi an could feel the intensity of these two eyes. She didn't see it and knew it was Princess GUI. Now in this palace, the only people who would complain about her like this are princess GUI, but the prince is not there, so it's Princess GUI.

"Concentrate!" Murong Jie can know her distraction from the strength of her finger pressure. He opens his eyes and just sees the expensive imperial concubine staring at zi'an.

He slowly closed his eyes, tone indifferent way: "you just do yourself on the line, other things do not need you to worry."

Zi an knew that he had a point, but he didn't dare to talk about marriage. He just said softly, "yes!"

Murong Jie pause for a while, and said: "your father let people inquire about your affairs in the palace."

Zi an's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his fingers stagnated for a moment, but then he continued to push, "the Lord can't bow his head for a long time in the future, the neck and head should do proper exercise, if you look at the fold for a long time, you have to go out to move your muscles and bones."

Murong Jie's lips sparked a faint smile. Good enough, tough enough, forbearing enough, and smart enough. If ordinary people can't bear it, they would have told him about prime minister Xia for a long time.

Moreover, she should also know that any request she makes to save the king of Liang will be supported by the royal family within a reasonable range.

But she said nothing.

However, she is also very stubborn to refuse to take over, it can be seen that she did not intend to whitewash peace.

"Xia Zian!" Murong Jie suddenly asked, "if you are pointed out to be married to the king, will you repent?"

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