Hot meals were always prepared in the kitchen, and even though it was the middle of the moon at the moment, the food was still on the table.

At this point, Song Qiaoshu went back to the room early to rest after eating, Song Qiaoshu went back to the room early to rest, the table was full of sumptuous dishes that Meng Zhaoyan had ordered early in the morning, Song Huaci was angry, and he couldn't eat well, so he stopped chopsticks when he ran out hastily.

Xiyue watched it from the side and stepped forward to persuade: "Why does the princess eat so little, don't you use more?" ”

Song Huaci shook his head and waved his hand, and said, "No, I eat a lot of food at night, how long has it been since I came out of the room?" ”

"Back to the princess, only half an hour has passed."

Song Huaci nodded, thought about it, and said, "Ask the kitchen to prepare another table of dishes, and bring them to the bedroom in an hour." ”

Xiyue covered her mouth and smiled: "The princess still cares about the prince, doesn't she?" ”

Song Huaci glared at her, got up and walked out.

It's also time to go to bed, Song Painting Temple walked all the way to Huiyan Pavilion, all the way to Meng Zhaoyan's leg disease, thought about it for a long time and waited until she walked to the door of Huiyan Pavilion, she was called by Xiyue before she came back to her senses, she turned around and explained again, "An hour later, the people from the kitchen came, I didn't call anyone in, so let them wait outside first." ”

"Yes."

Song Huaci pushed the door in, walked inside, crossed the screen across the inner and outer halls, and saw Meng Zhaoyan still sitting like that and motionless, he was unconscious on his legs, and he really didn't know if his upper body was stiff.

Song Huaci looked funny, his anger had disappeared for most of his time, and he no longer held it, and said: "I asked someone to prepare a meal for you, and when I pull out the needle, you can eat it again." ”

Meng Zhaoyan nodded with a smile, his body was really uncomfortable, and he didn't want to move much. I knew that she was still angry when I looked at the attitude of the Song Painting Temple, but I didn't expect that she was still thinking about herself.

Song Huaci found a medical book, and leaned on the warm collapse to read, during which he also chatted with Meng Zhaoyan for a few words, but it didn't last long before he became sleepy, and his head was supported by one hand and little by little.

Meng Zhaoyan smiled, and when she saw that she was tired, she woke up and said, "If the ancestral hall is tired, let's go up and rest for a while, and when the time comes, I'll call the ancestral hall up." ”

Song Huaci didn't say anything good or bad, rubbed his eyes and yawned and asked, "How long is it?" ”

"A quarter of an hour in another hour."

Song Huaci rubbed his eyes again, shook his head and said, "Forget it, don't sleep, just wait, it won't be long anyway." ”

Song Huaci got up and walked towards the bed, Meng Zhaoyan was also sweaty from the heat, and she still didn't say a word, she looked helpless at the moment.

She asked someone to prepare hot water again, soaked it in a handkerchief and unscrewed it and wiped it for him, this matter used to be done when she was taking care of patients, but now it made Meng Zhaoyan stunned for a while.

The Song Painting Temple didn't pay attention, and was busy surviving, and a quarter of an hour had passed.

"Bear with me, I'm going to pull out the needle."

Meng Zhaoyan smiled indifferently, nodded, and the Song Painting Temple began to move.

Song Huaci concentrated his breath and slowly pulled out the needle, it was okay at first, acupuncture has the effect of passing through the meridians, so that the pain will be clearer, Meng Zhaoyan fell into sweat, he gritted his teeth, and his face was still silent.

Of course, Song Huaci knew about his pain at the moment, but he didn't care about it in the end, and only pulled out the needle wholeheartedly.

Suddenly, Meng Zhaoyan's legs shook uncontrollably for three points, and he was quickly held down by the Song Painting Temple.

"What are you moving?" Song Huaci's tone was sharp.

"I didn't mean it, I ......"

"Don't move!"

Meng Zhaoyan was stunned by the sudden words of the Song Painting Temple, and saw that the Song Painting Temple was holding a needle, which was motionless on her legs, and looked down along the thin needle, only to see that the part of the needle that touched the skin and the part above that was not in the air was showing a black and white trend, and it was distinct.

Song Huaci gasped, and suddenly pulled out the needle, and now he saw it all, the lower part of the needle body was already dyed black, and the original silver color could no longer be seen.

The eyebrows of the Song Painting Temple were twisted more and more fiercely, and he did not speak, but pulled out all the remaining needles in a more correct way.

Starting with this one, each of the next ones is black, and one by one is listed on a white interlining, which is shocking to see.

The needles were all pulled out, and Meng Zhaoyan's pain was relieved, but when he saw the solemn expression of the Song Painting Temple, he couldn't get out of the atmosphere.

The truth is always untouchable.

After all the needles were pulled out, the Song Painting Temple didn't care about Meng Zhaoyan anymore, and just blindly looked at the needles.

She scraped off some of the black stains on the needle with a knife, wrapped it in a piece of paper, and left with only one sentence, "Wait for me here," and hurried away.

When he went out, he happened to meet the next person who was delivering food, and Xiyue stopped the person and asked, "Princess, can these be sent in?" ”

Song Huaci wrinkled his eyebrows and nodded, and said, "Don't touch the things inside, send them in." ”

"Yes."

"You guys, send it in, after you go in, according to the princess's instructions, you can't move the things inside, and don't look around."

After saying that, the Song Painting Temple left, and no one followed, Xiyue watched from behind for a while, and didn't go up to disturb, so he hurriedly asked people to send the lunch box in.

The table was full of dishes, but Meng Zhaoyan was tasteless, and when he saw that the needle body was black, he knew everything, and his heart was full of irony and coldness.

Meng Zhaoyan casually used a few chopsticks to let people withdraw, but Xiyue looked at it but didn't dare to say it, the prince is no better than the princess, and the prince's face is even more ugly.

She thought for a while, and then said, "Lord, the princess hasn't eaten much tonight." ”

Meng Zhaoyan nodded, not knowing what he was thinking.

Meng Zhaoyan didn't wait long for the Song Painting Temple to hurry back, looking at him directly, with a solemn expression, which Meng Zhaoyan had never seen before.

"I just looked at it, and the needles are nothing else, they are poison."

Meng Zhaoyan nodded, his face remained unchanged, still indifferent.

Seeing this, Song Huaci realized that something was wrong, and asked him, "Did you already know?" ”

Meng Zhaoyan only looked at her, and didn't say yes or no.

"You already knew why you didn't say it, do you know that a large part of the reason why you can't stand up like this now is that the toxin backlog erodes the muscles and veins, and in the long run, it is impossible to recover!" The atmosphere of the Song Painting Temple shouted.

Meng Zhaoyan sighed, nodded, and said, "I knew it a long time ago, but I had to do it." ”

"What's the last resort? You were poisoned, you knew it but didn't say it, you didn't care at all? ”

Meng Zhaoyan smiled bitterly.

How could you not care?

He was a man, but he was forced to lose his legs, and he could not stand again, and he had to rely on external objects to stand and walk, and others could not shy away from saying that he was lame, and he could not refute it, because it was the truth.

The heart that has been silent for a long time has long been covered with unspeakable dust.

"Ancestral Hall, it's hard for you......"

"It's not hard for me, it's hard for yourself! You are suffering but don't say it, but it's hard for me, Meng Zhaoyan, you are really ......"

Song Huaci was so angry that she didn't know what to say, and in the face of those shocking black silver needles, she couldn't avoid it in her heart, and suddenly it hurt.