Meng Zhaoyan remained silent.

The atmosphere froze for a while, they looked at each other, but the Song Painting Temple couldn't find his sight, they were so close, but they were so far away.

Those deep and narrow eyes, like the most dazzling Gu Tan, have been so silent that they can't be broken, and she said so much, but she still can't exchange him for a fluctuation.

Song Huaci calmed down inexplicably, she squatted down in front of Meng Zhaoyan, rubbed the muscles on her legs little by little, and when she felt relaxed, she slowly lowered the trouser legs that were lifted.

Meng Zhaoyan has been watching her actions, with mixed feelings in her heart, she said over and over again that she is a doctor, so can a doctor do such a move for others?

If it weren't for himself, but also for someone else, would the Song Painting Temple be so intimate with people, but he would not shy away from touching his skin.

The pain in his leg has passed, and all that remains is numbness, but he seems to be able to feel the temperature of Song Huaci's fingertips, thinking that such a moment can be slower and slower, it is best to stare at this moment, let him carve her eyebrows and eyes in his heart, and he can't forget the bumpy and long road ahead.

After doing this, Song Huaci finally raised his head, looking at his delicate and handsome eyebrows, and there were ripples in his eyes. She asked, "Can you tell me how this leg hurts?" ”

Meng Zhaoyan's pupils narrowed silently, and he wanted to say something, but he was inexplicably stuck on the tip of his tongue.!

This question, over the years, many people have asked him, he has learned and is used to smiling lightly, saying that it is okay, saying that it is harmless, saying that it is not his own, and saying that his fate is ill.

But the pain that flowed through the bones of the body told him the coldness and sinister of this world, he was unlucky, he was born in the royal family, and he had no support, and the stinging and poison that followed had already condensed his heart into steel, and it was difficult to shake it easily.

He also looked at his father, hoping that he would seek justice for himself.

But justice is in the hearts of the people, but it is only in the hearts of the people.

At the mention of this, Meng Zhaoyan habitually smiled, smiling indifferently, but it stinged Song Huaci's eyes even more, she actually understood in an instant, "Are you going to perfunctory me?" Meng Zhaoyan, I'm your doctor, do you want to perfunctory me? ”

Meng Zhaoyan's smile suddenly condensed at the corner of his mouth, this person was really born to restrain himself.

After a long time, as if he had made up his mind, he said: "The ancestral hall sincerely heals me, and I no longer hide it, and the stubborn disease on my leg is indeed not an accident that causes me to be unable to stand." ”

He looked at her, uncovered his dusty pain little by little, and said slowly word by word: "Someone deliberately poisoned me and harmed me. ”

Speaking of this, the smile suddenly turned cold.

"Royal wealth is difficult for ordinary people to enjoy, and royal disputes are also uncomfortable for ordinary people. Today I can lose my leg, and tomorrow I will be killed. I, Meng Zhaoyan, am a prince with a noble status that everyone envies, but I am also a cripple who can only stand on medicine. ”

He raised his eyes and looked at the Song Painting Temple, and saw that her eyes were full of surprise, sympathy, and things that he couldn't understand.

He looked at it for a long time before he realized that that thing was called distress, something that he could only see in the eyes of his mother when he was a child.

made him a little nostalgic, nostalgic, and a little reluctant.

"I'm like this now, and I'm used to it, if I blindly resist stubbornly in the end, it just outweighs the loss, it's nothing more than a sign of weakness, I want to stand up on my own little by little, and I want to count all the people who allow me to hurt, one by one, no one can escape."

"The palace is sinister, I am most worried about your safety now, since you are married to me, you have invisibly participated in this dispute, I am not afraid that they will do something to me again, but I am afraid that they will attack you."

Song Huaci hesitated, "That's why you didn't allow me to study medicine, only locked me up in the palace, and asked so many people to protect me, all for my good ......"

Meng Zhaoyan nodded, "You can't be implicated in the matter between our princes, so I tried my best to protect you, not only because I promised you, but also because I was afraid that they would hurt the innocent." ”

Hearing the word "outsider", there was a throbbing pain in Song Huaci's heart for no reason, and she subconsciously pulled up a strong smile and said: "I, I will be careful, I just want to cure your leg disease now...... You're still ......."

Meng Zhaoyan understood what she meant, shook her head and said: "No, in the past, I was soft-spoken, and I was forced to drink poison because I was restrained by others, but at that time, I was only slightly injured, and I prescribed a few medicines to replenish qi and blood, and asked people to steal beams and change pillars, so it became what it is today, and now I have the right in my hands, and others can't easily move it, so I didn't drink it anymore." ”

Song Huaci nodded when he heard this, and said: "That's good, your leg disease is not to the place of despair, if you find a way to clean up the poison in the meridians, and then take care of it, you should be able to cure it completely." ”

Meng Zhaoyan has heard this a lot in the past few days, but the so-called method of detoxification, people have said it tens of thousands of times, but they haven't said it.

But inexplicably, he believed in the Song Painting Temple and believed in her.

Song Huaci said: "I will often administer needles for you in the future, help you dredge the meridians, rely on your own blood circulation, and also bring some toxins out of the body, more importantly, ......"

Song Huaci made up his mind and said: "What's more important is to develop a detoxification method for you, I have just collected some toxins with a silver needle, and it is best to prescribe the right medicine, but it seems that the toxicity of this poison is not strong......"

Meng Zhaoyan subconsciously asked, "What's the solution?" ”

Song Huaci touched his chin and thought, "If this poison is a little more toxic, it will not only hurt your meridians and waste your legs, but it will directly kill you according to what you said earlier!" ”

Of course, Meng Zhaoyan knew that his poison was not very toxic, but it was because they were not good at poisoning themselves directly, so they slowed down and took their legs first, but they didn't expect that Song Huaci thought of this layer, and couldn't help but praise her a little more in their hearts.

Meng Zhaoyan nodded and said, "Exactly, they still avoid me and don't dare to really poison me." ”

Meng Zhaoyan smiled, trying to disintegrate this solemn atmosphere, so he said: "Is it because of this layer that I still have to thank them for not killing the killer, so that I can live to this day?" ”

Song Huaci was laughed at by him, and scolded angrily: "Thank you for a ghost!" If I knew who poisoned me and disabled me for so many years, I didn't cut people with a thousand knives, how could I solve it! ”

As he spoke, he pretended to grind his teeth, and the atmosphere finally eased up.

But Meng Zhaoyan listened to the "chuckle" in his heart, of course he knew who poisoned him, and he also knew why they poisoned him, the royal secrets, it always sounds cold, so it is inconvenient to talk to the Song Painting Temple here.

In the end, Song Huaci is someone other than the royal family, for his own selfishness, in order to be able to protect her, Meng Zhaoyan hid many things from him, not to mention, there is no real name between them, and the relationship between the two is so fragile that it is fragile, like the day before yesterday, Song Qiaoshu could make the two of them tense with one mind.

Meng Zhaoyan didn't dare to think about it.

I don't have to tell her these things.

It's enough for her to do what she wants to do peacefully.