Zhang Que first pulled out a silver needle, and pressed it down with his left hand along the big arm of the prince Li Cong, and every time he went to a place where the needle was applied, he pulled out the silver needle a little, and then pressed it down until his fingers.

Qu Fang stared at Zhang Quexian's fingers in a daze, and when he saw him reach the bottom, the prince's fingers were faintly flushed, and he was about to ask if it was closed, when he saw Zhang Quexian suddenly pinching a thick triangular prism needle and stabbing it into the prince's fingers.

The prism was pulled out, bringing out a wisp of blood.

The blood was black, terrifyingly black.

Sure enough, it's poisonous.

Qu Fang couldn't wait to give herself a big ear scraper.

Who the hell is this, who dares to poison him right under his nose!

Zhang Que had already picked up a small white porcelain bowl and placed it under the prince's finger.

"Take it." He motioned to Qu Fang.

The chief manager of the East Palace, who no one dared to call except for the crown prince and the crown princess, stepped forward and half-knelt down to hold the small bowl.

"Don't panic," Zhang Que said first: "It's good to wait until the color of the blood flowing out is normal." ”

"Understood." Qu Fang responded, staring cautiously at the blood dripping into the bowl.

By the way, Zhang Qixian began to rub his other arm, and added: "If the wound clotted and the blood is still red, you can prick it again." ”

Qu Fang trembled and picked up the three-edged needle, held the small bowl with one hand, and finally took a breath.

While speaking, Zhang Que had already finished bleeding on Li Cong's left hand, caught it with a small bowl, and let a palace maid help him up, and he himself began to remove the rest of the silver needles on Li Cong's body one after another.

"It's thanks to you Donggong that you can find these needles." Zhang Que sighed first.

Aren't you talking nonsense?

Qu Fang stared at the small bowl without looking up, and said in his heart.

After thinking about it, he was puzzled: "Everyone says that the Holy Hand of the Doctor is not in the palace, but in the countryside, it seems that this is really the case." ”

Although Qu Fang didn't understand medical science, he still saw the black blood flowing out of the prince at the moment, and he also believed that Zhang Qixian was indeed a good doctor.

"They're talking about!" Zhang Que sneered first: "Where are all the ancestral classics?" Where are the medical cases of the past dynasties? Where are all the miracle medicines? It's all in the palace! It's all in the hospital! He said with a look a little excited: "The ginseng in the palace is eaten as a radish, and the people can't even let go of the radish to eat." ”

Qu Fang nodded, and felt that he was a healer, and it was indeed rude and arrogant to speak like this.

If Her Royal Highness the Queen Mother is here, it is estimated that he will cut off his finger again.

Just thinking about it, he suddenly saw Zhang Que stand up first and said, "Okay." ”

What's good, His Highness is obviously not awake yet.

He was about to ask, when he suddenly saw the prince's fingers move, and then he suddenly coughed violently a few times, and a deep whimper came from his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "whoosh".

A mouthful of blood spat out, and the prince seemed to be in unbearable pain, and fell back to the bed with his eyes closed.

Zhang Que stepped forward first and wiped the blood from the corners of the prince's mouth with a handkerchief.

"What's wrong?" A clear voice came from the entrance of the hall, and then the princess in a scarlet robe had already jumped in, and her steps were as fast as a bird shuttling through the forest.

In the blink of an eye, he walked up to the prince's bed and grabbed his hand, which was still bleeding.

"What's wrong? Are you awake? Her voice was cold, but she couldn't hide some concern in it.

"Not yet." Zhang Que took a step back and replied with his head down.

Li Cong on the sickbed did not wake up, Xu felt that someone was holding his hand, his fingers moved, and he shook it back.

The blood at the corners of his lips dried, and his breathing calmed for a moment.

Su Qiang was about to let go of his hand, when he suddenly saw his heavy eyelids slowly raised.

"Your Highness is awake!" Qu Fang was in tears on one side.

As soon as the words fell, the eyelids that had only entered the light fell again, and he sniffled and whispered something.

The voice was extremely aggrieved, but he couldn't hear the details.

"What did you say?" Su Qiang slowly approached him, trying to understand what he was going to say.

Li Cong opened his eyes again, looked at the hazy and blurred cheeks in the morning light and candlelight, and whispered a word.

This time, Su Qiang heard clearly.

"I'll call you sister, don't you die, okay."

What an older brother or sister's.

She turned her head and asked Qu Fang, "Does Your Highness have a sister who has passed away?" ”

Although Li Cong is a sister-in-law, he also has several sisters. As for whether anyone died young, she didn't know.

Qu Fang shook his head suspiciously, and whispered, "Maybe it's a dream." ”

Su Qiang nodded, and was about to withdraw the fingers that were held in Li Cong's hand. It's just that although Li Cong was half asleep and half awake, he actually increased his strength, and his hand that was still bleeding grabbed her tightly.

"I'll call you sister now." Li Cong's voice was a little louder, and even Qu Fang heard it now.

Su Qiang didn't feel a little angry.

Now that the attendants and healers are there, it is difficult for her to forcibly withdraw her hands. But Li Cong is like this, a bit like taking advantage of her illness.

She remembered that on the night they were married, he forcibly kissed her. The next day, when he entered the palace to say goodbye, he pulled her and almost brought her down on the purple gold steps.

"Your Highness, are you awake?" She had no choice but to ask while secretly pumping her hand.

"Don't die," Li Cong's voice was still small, so small that the last few words disappeared.

"Don't die, Sister Evening Song."

Her hand froze in his palm, soft from her spine upwards, as if she had been nailed to the ground by something, unable to move for a moment.

Sister Evening Song.

"Did you hear that?" Su Qiang turned her head and asked Qu Fang beside her.

Qu Fang nodded, lowered his head and thought about it: "Your Highness, this is thinking of the deceased Miss Fuguo Mansion. ”

"When did they recognize me?" Su Qiang said.

As she spoke, she remembered that Li Cong did suspect the cause of Cui Wange's death, so she recalled Wei Huailin.

But they may recognize it, but why not.

How can he be on the verge of life and death, on the sickbed where he almost died.

Qu Fang thought about it, it seemed that his life was too long, and he remembered too many things, so he could only pull it from the depths of his memory little by little.

"Your Highness and Miss Cui have met a few times." He smiled, with a look of "that person is dead, you won't be jealous, princess".

"Once the prince wanted Miss Cui to teach her archery, Miss Cui left in a panic, so she coaxed the prince to call her sister, but the prince didn't follow, and Miss Cui really left." Qu Fang laughed as he spoke: "Speaking of which, it was when the prince was nine years old, and it is rare that he still remembers." ”

Su Qiang stood quietly beside the bed, feeling a little complicated.

When she was a child, she was not like a noble girl in the capital, and since she was a child, she flew high and drew her sword and raised her sword, and she looked down on these boys who dressed like Mohora dolls every day.

Maybe it was at a banquet in the palace, there were always a lot of children pestering her, and she always made some tricky and strange requests to get rid of them. Let people call her sister, which is the most common one.

Thinking of this, her heart suddenly felt a little sour.

Cui Wange is dead, it's rare to see this person in front of her, and she doesn't want her to die.

"Okay," she patted the back of the prince's hand with her other hand, and said softly, "I won't go, I won't die." ”

As soon as the words fell, the hand that held her tightly slowly let go of it with reassurance.

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