Jun Lan heard the strangeness in Ye Feiyan's voice and wanted to turn around to look at her, but Ye Feiyan stopped him from turning his head with his hand.

"You wait, it's been a long time, you can't support it, I'll ask Mr. Zhao to find a small stool."

Ye Feiyan quickly walked to the door of the inner room and secretly wiped away the tears that had fallen with her sleeve.

"Mr. Zhao, you go and help me find a small stool, and then bring a bucket of hot water with a higher temperature."

After Ye Feiyan finished the order, she did not turn around, but stood at the door, waiting for Zhao Zongbing's turn.

Jun Lan looked at the back of his princess, his embarrassed expression had long disappeared, what happened to his princess? It seems that the mood is a little low, is his condition more serious than he knows?

After a while, Mr. Zhao carried a small stool, and the maid who followed behind carried a bucket of water to the door of the inner room.

"Give it to me!" Ye Feiyan reached out and took the small stool and bucket, and turned around and walked over to the tub.

Ye Feiyan walked behind Jun Lan with a stool, "You stand up first." She hung her head slightly, dodging Junlan's gaze.

"Yan'er, I feel much better." He really regretted that he didn't use his internal force at that time and directly subdued his own princess, so that she wouldn't blame herself so much at this moment!

Ye Feiyan was silent, and after Jun Lan stood up, he put the small stool in the bathtub behind him, "Sit down!" ”

Jun Lan's heart was filled with deep bitterness, and he sat down on a small stool in the water obediently, and now he didn't dare to make a joke.

Ye Feiyan continued to stick needles in Jun Lan's back without saying a word, she needed to figure out as soon as possible what kind of poison Jun Lan had in addition to that kind of poison, if this was the case, after his internal strength was damaged, it would be easy to fall into danger, and if he was fighting today, he might directly kill him.

Several acupuncture points on her back were all pierced with silver needles, and Ye Feiyan stood up and turned to the opposite side of Junlan.

Still hanging his head slightly, looking at Jun Lan's chest, due to long-term martial arts practice, although Jun Lan's chest was thin, he could also see the bulging eight-pack abs, but at this time, Ye Feiyan didn't have the slightest bit of charming thoughts, took off the silver needle from the cloth bag, and began to prick needles at several acupuncture points on Jun Lan's chest and abdomen.

"Yan'er—", Jun Lan looked at the little face with tears on his face, and suddenly felt that the pain in his heart was far greater than the pain from his internal organs.

If it is true, as the master speculated, that he can't survive twenty-five, or go earlier, is the swallow he picked up in front of him really like his original idea, placing her in his own palace and letting her spend this life alone?

"Huh? Isn't it painful, bear with it, and when all the needles are pricked, it will feel better. ”

Ye Feiyan still didn't look up, and stuck the needle seriously and intently.

"Yan'er, don't worry, I'll be fine." For the sake of this picked up swallow, he must get better.

"Well, I'll cure you, I'll cure you." Ye Feiyan seemed to be talking to Junlan and to herself.

After the last needle on the cloth bag was pricked, Jun Lan felt that the pain in his body seemed to have decreased a little, and he stretched out his hands and picked up Ye Feiyan's face, making her look directly at him.

"Yan'er, is my condition very serious? But don't be sad, I'll be fine, I'll send someone to bring Master over, and he'll figure it out. ”

Ye Feiyan's gaze crashed into Jun Lan's forced smile, but she still showed pain in her eyes, and at this moment she couldn't tell herself that the person in front of her had no sincerity towards her.