When is the wedding due?

She wrote stroke by stroke in Zilu's palm.

Zilu quickly "understood" and said with a smile: "Girl, this matter is not in a hurry. The marriage is given by the emperor, and the wedding date naturally has to be determined by the emperor, so you have to enter the palace first to thank you. ”

The matter of gratitude was quickly put on the agenda by Lin Hongyi.

It's not that he can't wait to marry a wife, on the contrary, if it weren't for the repeated urging of the imperial grandmother, he wouldn't even want to look at this woman more, let alone take her into the palace.

Although he lived in the same mansion, he hadn't seen this woman for a few days, and he said that she didn't call herself the daughter of Concubine Xu anymore, nor did he come to entangle him crying, saving him the trouble of scolding and driving away......

But in those clear eyes, there was clearly something changed.

On this day, the two met by chance in the corridor, and she bowed respectfully, quietly and silently, as if she had been born mute.

"This king has heard that your 'dumb disease' is caused by trauma?" He asked.

Xu Qingqing was stunned and nodded.

The house is full of his eyeliner, and Mrs. Yuan must have known about bringing the doctor to him.

"Blood stasis is not an incurable disease, acupuncture has miraculous effects." He said lightly.

Acupuncture?

Xu Qingqing's eyes lit up when she heard this.

Yes, my mother also said that using acupuncture to dredge the meridians might cure her dumb disease.

But in the cold palace, where are the tools for acupuncture?

There is no one in the cold palace, but there is one in Prince Hong's mansion, but Xu Qingqing doesn't understand, how could Lin Hongyi be so kind and take the initiative to treat her......

How did she know that in Lin Hongyi's view, this so-called dumb disease is simply nothing.

All he wanted was to force her to speak.

When the slender needles were placed in front of her, he didn't believe that this woman still had the courage to continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

The doctor soon came to the other garden, and spread out a long needle bag in front of Xu Qingqing, the silver needles in it were long and short, thick and thin, and the thickest was pinched in his hand like a hidden weapon.

Xu Qingqing's face was calm.

She naturally longed to speak again, and it was worth the pain.

At the very least, these needles seem to be more credible than the prescriptions prescribed by the "miracle doctor".

Lin Hongyi made a rare appearance.

Xu Qingqing still bowed respectfully, but did not retreat to the side without saying a word as before, but lit tea and wrote the word "Xie" on the table, just like Xie Lin Huai'an that day.

Thank?

Lin Hongyi looked at the thin handwriting, and a little sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

He wanted to see how long this woman could play.

When the doctor pierced his clothes, he did not leave, but drank a cup of tea outside the tent.

The white gauze tent was thin and hazy, her face was faintly visible, her thin eyebrows were always frowning, but after half a pillar of incense, a layer of crystal clear sweat oozed from her forehead.

She bit her lip as if she was in great pain, but she remained silent.

A needle prick is a full hour, and an hour later, the doctor is already sweating profusely.

Xu Qingqing fainted in pain several times, but after all, she still endured it.

Compared with the suffering of starvation and bullying in the cold palace with her mother, what is this mere row of needles?

When it was more difficult than this, she survived it hard, she was unwilling to be at the mercy of others in this life, and it was difficult to speak.

She wanted to tell this Prince Leng Mianhong word by word that he was wrong, ridiculously wrong!

What royal nobles? What is both civil and military?

In her opinion, she was just a stubborn blind eye.