Mother, am I your own child? Although Chen was right, he was rough and thick-skinned, but Yang Lingxiao still had black lines all over his face, looking at Chen with a hurt face.

Is this child really Chen's own son? Anyone who said that he was his own son? Those old ladies looked at Yang Lingxiao with pity one by one, and they felt sorry for him in their hearts.

"Then first ask this sister to bring a small stool for my nurse and serve a cup of hot tea, and let her go to Grandmother Yang to sit and rest." Situ Jiao no longer squirmed, but she still couldn't rest assured of Mother Li, so she first begged the maid ring beside Chen's side, so that Mother Li could sit and rest first.

"It's my aunt's negligence." Chen patted his head, glanced at Li's mother apologetically, and asked Yahuan to invite Li's mother to rest, and served tea to Li's mother.

Here, Situ Jiao asked Yang Lingxiao to sit down on the chair on the side, and asked Yahuan to take a small vulture stool for Yang Lingxiao to pull up the trousers that injured his leg, and put his feet on the small vulture stool, and squatted down in front of Yang Lingxiao with his skirt slightly lifted.

Although Situ Jiao has seen many people in her previous life, including the old and the young, men and women, it was all after she entered the nunnery.

Today, I have to see a foreign man in front of such noble ladies and administer needles, which really makes her a little unable to let go for a while.

Squatting like this, in front of him was Yang Lingxiao's sturdy calves, Situ Jiao's little face was already flushed, and he was not embarrassed to put his little hand on Yang Lingxiao's calf at all.

"What's wrong? But what's wrong? Seeing that Situ Jiao was just squatting like this, Chen looked at Yang Lingxiao's calf steadily, and did not move for a long time, thinking that Yang Lingxiao's injury had changed badly, and hurriedly asked with concern.

Situ Jiao was startled, her face became even hotter, and she shook her head a little flustered: "No, it's nothing bad, don't worry, auntie." ”

I can't let myself think about it anymore, now that I've come to this point, it can be said that there is no possibility of retreating.

Situ Jiao closed her eyes vigorously to settle her mind. After doing all kinds of construction in his heart, he gently put his little hand on Yang Lingxiao's calf.

The moment Situ Jiao's little hand made direct contact with Yang Lingxiao's skin, both Situ Jiao's and Yang Lingxiao's bodies stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Yang Lingxiao is a person who can endure it very well, although he can't control the stiffness of his muscles. There was no trace of abnormality on the surface, and in the eyes of all those present, he still let Situ Jiao slowly touch his calf with an expressionless face.

Situ Jiao's fingers shrank slightly, and because she lowered her head, others couldn't see the expression on her face. Only Yang Lingxiao could clearly feel Situ Jiao's momentary retreat and subsequent fearlessness.

At this time, Yang Lingxiao's heart was a little annoyed that he was today's Meng Lang, he shouldn't have asked Situ Jiao to give him an injection, it would be too embarrassing for Situ Jiao.

From several meetings and contacts, although Yang Lingxiao still didn't understand why Situ Jiao could feel a sense of vicissitudes, one thing was certain, the person in front of him was not his fellow countryman.

Yang Lingxiao's calves are very strong, but they feel very good.

It's a pity that Situ Jiao's right hand was indeed stabbed by a silver needle just now.

Just now, Situ Jiao was afraid that Chen was worried, so he stretched out his left hand to show Chen, but Chen's mind was not on it at that time, so he was fooled by Situ Jiao.

At this moment, Situ Jiao was deeply affected. Ten fingers to the heart!

Seeing that there was a faint sweat on Situ Jiao's forehead, Yang Lingxiao, who saw Situ Jiao's act of stealing beams and changing pillars just now, had a trace of distress on his face.

It's just that in front of these people, even if he has any ideas, he can only think about it.

At the beginning, because of the shyness and the pain in the fingers, Situ Jiao's movements were a little restrained, and the pain from the fingertips offset the feeling given by Yang Lingxiao's skin.

Slowly, Situ Jiao completely threw herself into it, leaving the pain on her fingertips behind her back, at this time she had completely regarded herself as a healer, and touched Yang Lingxiao's entire calf very slowly and carefully.

The room was extremely quiet. Everyone held their breath, for fear that their own heavy breathing would disturb Situ Jiao's diagnosis of Yang Lingxiao's injured leg.

Yang Lingxiao was naturally the most difficult one among them, Situ Jiao's fingers pressed and kneaded on his calves, and the first time it was like a feather cutting through his heart. It gave him an unprecedented shock.

Girl, I'm wrong, okay! Please let it go! As time passed, Yang Lingxiao was about to suffocate his internal injuries.

If it weren't for the fact that there were so many pairs of eyes watching in the room, Yang Lingxiao was afraid that he would have shaken his calf and shook Situ Jiao's hand away from his calf, where would she still be allowed to wreak havoc on his calf unscrupulously.

At this time, Yang Lingxiao deeply realized what it means to be self-inflicted, and it is really a response to "Heaven is especially forgivable." You can't live if you do your own evil."

Yang Lingxiao thought that he was an extremely patient person, and in his previous life, he had received all kinds of latent training, but today he had a sense of collapse.

The changes in his body made Yang Lingxiao's face redder and redder, and his breath was a little unstable.

Fortunately, at this time, Situ Jiao's spirit was all focused on Yang Lingxiao's calves, and after touching it carefully, Situ Jiao's heart had already made a conclusion.

Her ten fingers began to dance dexterously, and began to massage Yang Lingxiao before applying the needle, and suddenly everyone's eyes were focused on Situ Jiao's dexterous fingers, and no one noticed Yang Lingxiao's abnormality.

Seeing that he was about to break the gong, Yang Lingxiao's mind suddenly heard a burst of Sanskrit sounds.

It was the "Great Compassion Mantra" that he had heard in his previous life, and suddenly Yang Lingxiao's whole person calmed down, and his body was relaxed to the extreme.

At this time, it was almost past tea time, and Situ Jiao finally had a new move.

I saw Situ Jiao take the silver needle that was placed aside, clamped a set of long and short silver needles between his fingers, and then his little hand flew up and down Yang Lingxiao's calf.

But after a moment's effort, everyone only felt that the set of long and short silver needles had all been pierced on Yang Lingxiao's calves, and Yang Lingxiao's calves looked like a hedgehog crawling.

The people in the room were all stunned by Situ Jiao's hand, and at the same time, doubts flashed in their eyes, this is also acupuncture?

Shouldn't the silver needles of acupuncture be pierced on different acupuncture points to be effective? Is it okay to poke like this?

Just now, Li's mother gave acupuncture to Mrs. Yang, but she found the right acupuncture points, one acupuncture point after another, slowly pricking, pricking, and twisting, from the first needle to the end of the needle, it took half an hour.

But Situ Jiao's hand is just a blink of an eye, and the silver needles on Yang Lingxiao's legs are a lot more than the silver needles on the old lady's head!

It's not going to fool everyone, is it? (To be continued.) )