Qingge's teeth kept chattering, and her consciousness began to blur. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The pain that ran through the body seemed to erupt from his mouth, and a terrible cry of grief was suppressed in his throat.

Mengbai held her pale little face tightly, and pressed her forehead against her cold jade forehead, and for a while, the two breaths met, and whispered softly: "Light song, light song is good, don't shout, don't shout, it's okay." ”

The scent of a hollow valley orchid lingered in her nose, calming her tense nerves a little. Her illness in prison is bound to cause a commotion. And Mengbai's whereabouts here will also be revealed. Both of them knew this, so they tried their best to endure it.

Mengbai quickly turned his hand and clasped her wrist, and in a breath, his fingers with a thick true qi did not hesitate to click through the Tianmen, Tiantu, Jizhong, Zhongguan, and Dantian. Everywhere he went, a stream of heat went up the meridians. The torn sharp qi began to slowly entrench and gather in the body as the heat flowed. The pain is also slowly decreasing.

"Light singing, pranayama, listen to my mantra pranayama." Mengbai's palm roamed on her back, feeling the rampaging and undisciplined true qi in Qingge's body.

"Induce qi perineum, rise to the top of the head along the back of the Du vein, pass through the Baihui acupoint, Shangxing acupoint, ......"

Seeing that Qingge did not respond, he put his soft lips to her ear again, and whispered like a child: "Qingge, be good, pranayama, lead the true qi to my acupuncture points, is pranayama good?" ”

Qingge rolled his eyes, not daring to open his mouth, for fear that if he opened his mouth, he would cry. She doesn't know anything about acupuncture points at all!

Seeing that she didn't react, Mengbai could only concentrate his internal force in his palm and forcibly force the true qi in Qingge's body to swim away. The hot palm seemed to be about to burn. Walking up and down her graceful curves, as if caressing affectionately. In fact, both of them were tense all over, highly concentrated, and sweat was oozing slightly from their foreheads.

After three quarters of an hour's effort, Qingge's violently spasmodic body gradually calmed down in Mengbai's arms. The two looked at each other tiredly, as if they had been reborn together after a catastrophe, and looked at each other and smiled.

Mengbai put Qingge down gently, carefully checked the pulse, and frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?" Qingge asked in a hoarse voice.

A hint of surprise flashed in Mengbai's eyes, and he quickly calmed down, and said lazily: "You are not good at practicing and have gone mad." The True Qi in your body spreads uncontrollably. Most of the people who go mad will be killed on the spot because of the impact of their true qi on their hearts. You are lucky to have survived, and your true qi seems to be slowly converging. That is, you are healing yourself. With that, he staggered to his feet. The jade-colored fingers held on to the rusty iron fence and rested for a while, his body had also consumed a lot of luck just now.

Mengbai said slowly: "You are so resting." Just now I have guided you to pranayama, and when your physical strength is restored, you can meditate in this way, and you will recover some of your strength. With that, he quietly left.

Qingge looked at the mottled cobwebs on the ceiling, his body as if he had just experienced a hard battle, exhausted, but his brain was unusually clear. Perhaps it was because of this madness that brought her here. This body can also do kung fu, she is not surprised, she has been aware of it as early as when she was fighting the little eunuch in the garden. It seems to be an instinctive reaction of the body without going through the brain. It's just that her brain and body work together quite rustily and seems to be difficult to navigate.

Thinking of the surprised look that flashed when Mengbai took the pulse, in addition to going crazy, there might be something else to hide from her. A little eunuch can go in and out of the prison at will, and go against the queen, how can it be simple. She never asked Mengbai where she came from, and she knew that such a person would not tell her the truth. Her heart grew cold. Can't be fooled by his gentle and deceitful appearance, Qingge faintly feels that there is a strong heart under this weak appearance. As for his attempts? It's not something that can be considered at the moment.

Without thinking about it anymore, she began to breathe according to Mengbai's method. Although he didn't understand the acupuncture points in Mengbai's mouth at all, the feeling of the air flow impacting his body was clearly visible. Everywhere you go, the air currents converge, and you will feel the pleasure of breaking through the shackles, and the pain will gradually subside. The touch of Mengbai's burning palm on the body did not dissipate for a long time.

When she closed her eyes, the palm that was as gentle and hot as white jade appeared, guiding the warm breath on her body, extending from her back to her spine, pushing upwards little by little, grazing the back of her neck and lifting it on the top of her head. The hands caressed the eyes, cheeks, neck, chest, and abdomen, turning into a ball of spring water, flowing slowly in the abdomen, extremely comfortable.

She was half-asleep and half-awake, and her true qi wandered for a few weeks, and she fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of muddy breathing, like a dilapidated bellows, kept echoing in the ears, interfering with Qingge's clear dream. She opened her eyes dissatisfied.

In addition to her, there is one more ...... in this small cell Man. This man's white face was marked with several blood marks, but it was a pity that he had a handsome face. Leaning weakly against a pile of straw, it seemed that it was difficult to breathe. On closer inspection, the shirt on his chest was soaked with blood, perhaps his lungs were injured.

"You...... Who is it? Qingge frowned, how could there be a mixed "prison" for men and women.

"Like you, repeat offender." He shook his shackles and shackles with a clanging sound.

When Qingge looked at it, it was really the same as his own shackles and shackles, the shape was small, glowing with a cold cold light, and it was so heavy that he died.

"Only this one, the shackles and shackles are made of thousand-year-old black iron, and they are cast into one with the walls. If you want to escape, you have to drag this house in tow. "Seeming to see her guardedness," he explained.

"Name?"

"Yes." He said in a low voice.

"What crime have you committed? Hurt like this? Qingge looked at his struggling appearance, and was a little unbearable.

The man barely smiled, sticky blood spilling from the wound on his face, sliding over the white skin, bewitching and terrifying, "You don't know? Once in here, no one can get out. This is just the beginning. ”

Qingge's heart tightened, it was only a day before he arrived here, there was Mengbai, there was Wang Fu, and he felt that his life in prison was not bad, and when he saw this and Rong, he faintly felt that this prison was not as general as he imagined. I didn't know what to say for a while. I caught a glimpse of the pot of Chang'an Yin, still on the small table, and asked casually, "Do you drink?" ”

And Rong was stunned for a moment, and replied casually: "Okay." ”

There was only one wine glass, Qingge poured a glass, kept it for himself, and handed the whole pot to Herong. Both of them were shackled with their hands and feet, and the connected chains were cast on the two opposite walls. The two of them pulled the chain to the longest, and their hands could not touch. After a long time, her little face turned red, and the wine jug was not handed over.

"I did my best." As soon as he looked up, Rong Zheng looked at her with interest. Suddenly, the flask was out of his hand, and it was already in his hand. Elegantly lifting the flask, the crystal juice crossed the parabola and fell accurately into his mouth. "It's good wine."

"Do you know kung fu?" Qingge's eyes lit up.

"You're delusional." He blinked, smiled again, and his face began to bleed again. Pretending to be innocent with a bleeding Qing Junjun handsome face, how ...... violations.

"You still, stop laughing." Qingge kindly reminded that it always makes the wound crack, doesn't it hurt.

The muscles on his face froze, lowered his eyes, and his pale face had a bright color, and he actually ...... Blushed. He must have mistakenly thought that his appearance had scared her. In fact, he has a gentle temperament, and when he removes the scars on his face, he is like a piece of beautiful jade, which is pleasing to the eye.

"You're good-looking." Qingge wanted to explain, but found that it didn't seem to be a successful explanation. Secretly annoyed that his mouth was stupid. No more talking.

The night is late, but the light song is tossing and turning in a hurry. And Rong Ping lay on the haystack on the other side, breathing still snorting, and said lazily: "Do you have something on your mind?" ”

"No, no."

"Tell me about it."

"Did I say yes?" Qingge was a little angry, "You hurry up and fall asleep." ”

Qingge's voice was too urgent, which made He Rong frown slightly and wondered. Slowly, he slowed down his breathing.

After a quarter of an hour, the light song called softly: "And Rong? ”

and did not answer, continued to pretend to be asleep, pricked up his ears, and his body tensed.

"Accept?" Calling again, and after waiting for a while, to make sure that he was asleep, Qingge breathed a sigh of relief and got out of bed gently.

And Rong continued to breathe slowly, observing coldly in the dark, only to see her get up carefully, not letting the chains make a sound, and quietly came to the corner of the wall. Blocking the sight of Herong, after a while of knowing Suosuo's clothes, followed by ...... The crisp sound of water droplets splashing down the toilet. And Rong gasped, stabbed the wound on his lungs, and couldn't help coughing.

Qingge was startled, so embarrassed that she wanted to cry, and she really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into. The problem is, she's almost suffocating. Hurriedly crawled back to the haystack.

And Rong coughed repeatedly for a quarter of an hour before stopping. Finally, he said, "I don't see anything." "It's true, but it's always a little bit...... There is no feeling of three hundred taels of silver here.

When the morning came, although there was neither water nor mirrors in this prison, the two of them silently tidied up. After a night, Qingge has been very calm. Since I don't know how long I have to be in the same room with this man, what happened last night is inevitable. But he, I don't know how to solve it. Qingge couldn't help but sneak a glance at him, just in time for his big wooden eyes.

And Rong came back to his senses and took the lead in speaking: "Girl, please rest assured, although I have been thrown into this prison, I am not a wrongdoer. We will abide by etiquette and ignore incivility. I came here because of the impeachment of Choi Sang. ”

Qingge vaguely remembered that the queen was also surnamed Cui, and asked, "Does this Cui Xiang have anything to do with the queen?"

With an expression of looking at aliens, he replied, "Cui Xiang is the eldest brother of the queen."

"It seems that we are all a thorn in the side of the Cui family. There is a saying that the enemy of the enemy is a friend, let's be friends" Qingge smiled and continued: "Call me Qingge."

"You, aren't you mad at me?"

"Of course I'm still angry," Qingge smiled, not angry at all, rolled his eyes, and said in a low voice, "unless you teach me kung fu."

And Rong's eyes widened, and his expression was instantly cold, "No." ”

was so resolute that he blocked all the persuasive words prepared by Qingge later.

"You have a special physique, you can't learn martial arts at will, and if you don't learn it properly, you will be counterattacked." He explained.

Qingge wondered, how could he see that he had a special physique. Looking at him with a serious expression. Whispered, pleading, "Would you like to teach me some evasion techniques?" This way it will not be easily killed. ”

"Spike?" And I don't understand.

"It's just dying fast."

"Okay, I promise you." And Rong chuckled, the wound on his face had dried up and scarred, and this time there was no more blood.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the cold iron tools dragging on the rough stone face, making a cold clanging sound, getting closer and closer.

The two glanced at each other, and they both saw a chill in each other's eyes.