Princess? Wen Qingwu looked at the girl in plain green clothes.

"That's it!" Aya stood by the pavilion and lifted the bamboo curtain, signaling Wen Qingwu to come in: "This girl, please hurry up." ”

Wen Qingwu walked into the bamboo curtain with her skirt. There was a soft collapse in the bamboo curtain, and the porcelain table was full of tea and a dazzling array of snacks. There are also a few books on the couch.

Wen Qingwu looked around at the pavilion full of slaves and maids.

"You all go outside and keep watch." Wen Qingwu said.

When Aya heard this, she commanded, "Go out." With that, she stepped forward and stood beside the soft collapse, looking at the unconscious girl above, with an anxious expression.

"Girl, maybe you've started to diagnose and treat?" Seeing that there was no one in the pavilion, Aya urged.

"You're going out too." Wen Qingwu looked at Aya Dao.

Aya shook her head without thinking about it: "No, I am the princess's personal maid, and I can't leave the princess half a step." ”

"When I diagnose and treat, I can't have outsiders around." Wen Qingwu stood aside-to-side and spoke slowly.

"Why such strange rules?" Aya was anxious and impatient.

"If an outsider is present, I won't treat him." Wen Qingwu shook his head resolutely.

Aya was so angry when she heard this, she couldn't help but scold: "Who do you think you are? Treating the princess to you is a blessing from your three lives! is just a medical officer of the Xi Official Bureau, and the shelf is more than the hospital is beaten. Don't be ashamed! "If it weren't for the fact that the imperial doctor would have waited for some time, she would have let a little medical officer of the Xi Official Bureau touch the princess's body!

"If the girl insists on not leaving, I will leave." Wen Qingwu said and turned to leave.

"Hey you!" When people encounter such a thing, they try their best to save it. If the princess wakes up, it's a big prize. Aya didn't expect someone to care so much, she was very angry, but she didn't dare to attack again because of Wen Qingwu's attitude: "You stop me!" ”

Wen Qingwu withdrew the hand that was about to lift the bamboo curtain and turned her head to look at Aya.

"Okay, I'll go! Anyway, with so many people gathered around the pavilion, you don't dare to do anything! Aya tried her best to calm her voice, but she couldn't suppress her dissatisfaction: "Are you sure you can save the princess?" ”

"Not sure." Wen Qingwu shook his head.

"Then you just said that you will be able to save the princess!" Aya suddenly felt that she must have been tricked, and the atmosphere was unbearable.

"I'm talking about waking her up." Wen Qingwu is not stunned.

Aya gasped and took several deep breaths: "Okay, I believe you for the time being." If you dare to make any moths, or don't wake up the princess, I must make you look good! Speaking of the back, they all gritted their teeth.

After that, he turned around and walked outside the bamboo curtain: "It's all guarded for me!" ”

Wen Qingwu watched the bamboo curtain shake a few times until it calmed down. Then he turned around and sat down on the edge of the couch. Once again, I felt the princess's pulse.

Lowered eyelids and earnestly felt the pulse beating.

The beating was too rapid, like a sudden onset of a chronic illness. But it's not an ordinary chronic illness. Usually, the pulse of the chronic illness is vague or slow. This is...... Poison?

But it's not like simple poison. If you are poisoned, you will either die, or you will be cured, and it should not be this unconscious scene.

It's kind of like ...... Memories of people who have fallen for witches.

If it is a chronic illness, the time must not be short. If the person who falls into the witch is not unraveled, he will either become a puppet or a corpse, and he should not be in such a coma.

Thinking of this, Wen Qingwu's mind suddenly lit up.

Isn't it, if you are a witch or a poisoner? It's just that the two collided, so it became this non-witch and non-poisonous appearance?

She doesn't know how to solve poison. But if it's a witch in the other half, you can try it.

Just look at how well she has practiced witchcraft with her memories these days.

Wen Qingwu laid the person flat on the couch, and then clicked on a few acupuncture points next to the heart. She pulled out a bottle from her bosom, a potion she had recently refined.

Pour a drop into the girl's mouth, then stand up straight, put his hands on his chest, make a strange gesture, and then say something in his mouth.

Spread his arms, the robe on the end of autumn unfolded, raised his feet, rotated, danced the witch dance, and the ten fingers in his hands flew quickly, making one appearance after another.

The wind blows on the flat ground, and the corners of the bamboo curtain are blown up, if someone looks in from outside the pavilion at this time, they can see Wen Qingwu's big robe, as if he has life, and he keeps dancing with Wen Qingwu's movements. However, the crowd standing outside the bamboo curtain was indifferent, and did not notice anything unusual in the pavilion.

There was a witch dance around the soft collapse. Stopped at the girl's feet, and couldn't jump.

Wen Qingwu's feet wanted to take the next step, but he couldn't step on it no matter how hard he tried.

Something was holding her back.

Wen Qingwu put away her posture, and her wide robe hung on her body, like a dead thing that had suddenly lost its life. She stood at the girl's feet, looking at the sleeping figure from the bottom up, her eyes heavy.

What is it?

After Wen Qingwu thought about it, he put away his dancing posture and closed his eyes. Spread your hands upwards and tilt your head upwards. He recited the incantation quickly in his mouth, and then slowly closed his hands and put his fingers together. The words in his mouth grew faster and faster, and became more and more rapid.

Suddenly, there was a voice: "Get up!" Wen Qingwu put his two hands together, and the back two fingers of his middle finger were bent, leaving only his index finger and middle finger pointing straight to the sky.

She struggled to go up, and then up, her hands seemed to be entangled in something, and she could only move up a little with all her might.

Wen Qingwu's thoughts became more and more rapid, and his robe was bulging without wind, and green silk was flying.

At this moment, as Wen Qingwu's fingertips became more and more upward, a black dot slowly gathered at the center of the girl's eyebrows, and from the black dot, black smoke came out of it little by little.

Hazy, seemingly true and false. The wisp of black smoke was very thin and thin, as if it had been forcibly pulled out of the body by an invisible force, and it was impossible to detect it if you didn't look closely.

Wen Qingwu was very excited. Even though he was about to run out of strength, he was still full of fighting spirit.

At least it shows that what she learns from memory is really useful.

The fingertips continued to exert force, up and up, and up again, very slowly, slowly, little by little. Fortunately, the wisp of black smoke also moved up little by little.

Pulled out little by little, Wen Qingwu was already sweating profusely, and in the next moment, she was angry, and the black smoke that was pulled out of her body was like a wild dog with a broken rope, and it scrambled back into her forehead, and it was gone in a blink of an eye.

Wen Qingwu tried several times, but he didn't pull out the black smoke.

Sure enough, is your witchcraft still too weak?

Wen Qingwu propped herself on the soft collapse, panting with a pale face. She had exhausted her spiritual energy, and now even the roots of her legs were weak.

She walked over to the girl, who was still unconscious, and sat down. Look at the girl's serene expression. She took a pill of witch medicine from her bosom and fed it.