When I saw Xing Sen again, his body seemed to be a little thinner than the last time I saw him. changed into Zhou Zheng's official uniform, and his still gentle eyebrows and eyes were a little more noble.

At this moment, he smiled faintly, like his temperament, quiet as an orchid.

There is no self-pity, only open-mindedness and cheerfulness, Cui Yan thought, if she was in such a situation as Xingsen at that time, she was afraid that she would not be able to do this.

Cui Yan was wrapped tightly, only one head was exposed, and Xing Sen couldn't help but think of a kind of little mouse raised by the people in the family, which was also like this, fluffy, big eyes, and very cute.

Xing Sen apologized, "It's inconvenient to salute below, and please don't punish the mother." ”

"No need to be polite." Cui Yan hurriedly waved her hand, "Don't salute old man, I'm afraid you won't be able to get up if you kneel." ”

Xing'an twitched the corners of his mouth.

People who have always said that others vomit blood, and for the first time, they tasted the taste of wanting to vomit blood.

This little girl still remembers the hatred she met for the first time.

Cui Yan stretched out her hand, "Good old man." ”

Xing An also stretched out his hand and shook it, "Queen Mother Jin An." Compared with Cui Yan, he still has to be more cultured when he speaks.

Although he didn't know what this handshake could express, he didn't hate such etiquette, and even liked it.

Just a simple handshake, and the equality between people, as well as emotions, will be naturally transmitted.

really touched Cui Yan's hand, Xing An exclaimed, this girl's hand is so cold, colder than his old man in the twilight.

Xing An glanced at Cui Yan's face again, and then her face was also white. Moreover, in this room, he felt that it was hot, and Cui Yan still wore such a thick one.

Xing'an's eyes drooped, he thought that these charcoal fires were prepared for Xing Sen, and it seemed that they were for Cui Yan.

A beautiful girl has an unfortunate life...... Xing An shook his head, only hoping that the woman in front of him could be peaceful for a lifetime.

"Gongzi, can you start?" Cui Yan asked.

Xing Sen nodded.

Cui Yan cleaned her hands, soaked her hands in hot water until they were warm, and carefully examined Xingsen.

Thin and thin feet, held in the hand, cold and cold, without any temperature. The originally white and delicate skin has become bruised and purple because the blood is not smooth, and it can be imagined that these days, Xingsen is not having a good time.

Cui Yan stretched out her hand and pinched it, and Xing Sen suddenly gasped in pain. Cui Yan raised her face, "Does it hurt?" ”

Xing Sen smiled and said, "Actually, it doesn't hurt much. ”

Cui Yan said, "I'm a doctor, you need to tell the truth about your current feelings." ”

Xing Sen nodded, "It hurts." ”

Cui Yan thought to herself, it is estimated that the fine needles in Xing'an's legs have been oxidized, and this ancient metallurgical technology cannot be compared with modern times.

"These days, it's hard for you." Cui Yan felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

A man like Xing Sen should not bear such a body.

The pity and compassion on Cui Yan's face touched Xing Sen's heart for a moment, and Xing Sen pursed his lips, feeling that his heart seemed to be beating uncontrollably.

Cui Yan said, "The thin needles in your legs are too dense, rubbing them in the blood vessels and blocking the blood meridians, so it hurts." Because the needle is too thin to look for or take out. I'm going to help you break up your meridians with medicinal wine, which will relieve the pain, but ......"

Cui Yan paused.