"Get up. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info Pu Zhao still looked at her, and there was no emotion in his voice.

"Lord Wang." Lao Dao spoke, "Since the apprentice followed the poor road, he has also learned a little bit about the art of Qihuang, and he may not be able to cure the stubborn diseases on the prince's body!" ”

"Oh! The stubborn illness on this king's body has not healed for many years, and the imperial doctors in the palace have said that it is very tricky, she is young..."Puzhao stroked his beard, and his tone revealed a faint question.

Yichen stood up and arched his hand, "Luo Fan, please give it a try!" ”

Pu Zhao looked at Lao Dao, and when he saw his forehead, he stretched out his hand and put it on the pulse of the table next to him.

Yi Chen took a step forward, put three fingers on the puzhao vein, and after half a cup of tea, he slowly spoke, "Wang Ye's qi stagnation and blood stasis, going up will not cause it, resulting in blood pressure and blood congestion, so that he coughs all day long, this disease is not serious, it only takes a moment to get rid of the disease, and please go into the inner room to lie down." ”

Lao Dao was not convinced when he saw Puzhao, and stood up, "Lord Wang, Poor Dao guarantees his life, this son will never harm your heart, and Poor Dao is willing to accompany him." ”

Seeing Lao Dao say this, Pu Zhao could only stand up, take the minions around him, and lead Yichen and Lao Dao into the bedroom, and under the service of the minions, he relaxed his shirt and lay on the bed, but his heart increased his vigilance by twenty points.

Yi Chen took out the gold needle from the cloth jacket he was carrying, and pricked it on the acupuncture point on Pu Zhao's back, about a stick of incense, Yi Chen received the needle, "How does the prince feel now, is it much easier to breathe?" The stuffiness in the chest has also been evacuated a lot? ”

Puzhao got dressed, and really felt a lot more comfortable, the look on his face was somewhat softened, and he nodded slightly, "Yes, it's a slight improvement." ”

Yichen packed up the golden needle and arched his hand, "This is the first step; The second step is to push the palace blood for the prince to recover. Seeing that Puzhao nodded, knowing that he agreed, Yichen started to be lucky, and after being lucky, he slowly raised his palm, aimed at the Tianmen acupoint on Puzhao's back, and slapped it with ten percent of his strength.

Pu Zhao didn't have a little mental preparation, and suddenly a powerful force rushed into his back, only to feel a sweet throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of a "poof", this time Pu Zhao was furious, didn't care about wiping the blood at the corner of his mouth, opened his mouth and shouted, "Come on, arrest these two assassins to this king!" ”