Chapter Ninety-Six: Needle for Me
Glancing at the silver needle on my shoulder, I seemed to find the reason. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Immediately regulate your luck and want to suppress the countercurrent in your body. The countercurrent sly, however, passed through my veins cunningly.
"Poof......" A mouthful of heavy blood overflowed, and the mouth was full of saltiness.
Behind me, there was the sound of Concubine Tong's approaching footsteps, but I was lying on the ground and couldn't move.
This silver needle is poisonous.
And it is a very special poison that can mess with people's blood. As long as the warrior is lucky, he will be poisoned......
Poisonous minds......
I know that even if I try to climb out at this moment, I can't escape from Concubine Tong's palm.
It seems that I really underestimated her before, and she has more means than I thought.
Seeing Concubine Tong walking to her side, she was suddenly grabbed tightly by a pair of big hands.
"Let's go." I only heard a firm voice, and I was taken away from Concubine Tong's courtyard with light work.
I can no longer care who is supporting me, but he is good-natured, and that is enough.
Landing lightly, someone carefully held me up, looking nervous: "Niangniang, how are you?" ā
When I heard this voice, I was completely relieved......
"I ...... I didn't ...... As soon as the words ......came out, I couldn't hold back the salty lump in my chest anymore......
"Poof......" I spat out another mouthful of thick blood.
"Not good!" Lu Ran was immediately lucky, and clicked on my acupoint, "Lu Ran immediately went to invite the prince, the mother must hold on!" ā
I was no longer able to answer him, and as soon as my eyes went dark, I lost consciousness.
When I woke up again, I only felt that I was lying on the soft couch, and there was a familiar smell around me.
When I opened my eyes slowly, I found a figure shaking in front of the window.
This figure is not familiar to me.
The eyes were focused, a clean plain shirt, and slender and beautiful fingers made me wonder.
It wasn't until the woman in front of me picked up the silver needle in the brocade box on the side that I made a sound.
"What do you do?"
"Awake?" The slender fingers put the needle back into the brocade box, brushed the hair from my forehead, and covered it, "Hmm...... The fever subsided. ā
The voice, as clean as water, swept through my suspicious heart, and seemed to be clear.
Rubbing his eyes, he finally saw the person in front of him clearly.
It turned out to be Ling Baguio.
Among Dugu Dyeche's concubines, the most low-key one.
I have scarcely seen her appear in the palace, except on necessary occasions.
She never said anything, and there was no desire in her eyes. I've always felt that she was a desireless person. I didn't have any precautions against her.
But at this moment, when she stood beside my bed, holding a silver needle in her hand, and looked at me without desire, I still panicked......
"Don't move," she seemed to see my uneasiness, and tapped my pretty hand on my shoulder, "three stitches have been entered, and three stitches are still to go." Bear with me. ā
I have to say that Ling Biyao has a calming power, whether it is her temperament, her movements, or her words.
I lay down obediently, watching with curiosity as she skillfully and carefully applied needles to me.
"Relax, it won't hurt." Ling Baguio gave me a look and gently rubbed the skin on my arm.
I simply put my mind at ease, and she still had three needles pierced into my three acupuncture points.