Shen Qingyi didn't pay attention to her.

The two light eyebrows were frowned on, and the pen was drawn and written on the prescription.

I don't feel that it is close to the unitary time.

Xiao Yan glanced at the missing moment and frowned slightly.

She called softly, "Sister-in-law." ”

Shen Qingyi frowned and fell into deep thought, as if he had not heard of it.

Xiao Yan motioned for Bai Su to bring the tea soup, she took it, and stretched out her hand to hand it to Shen Qingyi.

Shen Qingyi came back to his senses in shock, his eyes were cold like snow, and he was annoyed that he had been interrupted, but he raised his eyes to meet Xiao Yan's clear and bright eyes, and there was care in them, "Sister-in-law, drink tea." She smiled, her eyes clear and clear like jade.

Shen Qingyi was a little stunned, raised his hand and took the teacup, "What Chenguang?" ”

"It's almost a quarter to the unitary hour." Xiao Yan said with a smile, "Sister-in-law has been sitting all afternoon without moving, take a sip of tea and take a break." ”

Shen Qingyi felt thirsty at this time, lowered his eyes and drank half of it, put the teacup on the side of the desk, and glanced sideways at the refined copper leaky pot, "Seventeen should go back." ”

"Well, that's it." Xiao Yan put down the book, although she was worried about the fourth brother's condition, it was useless for her to stay here.

Only then did Shen Qingyi notice that she was reading a copy of the Dharani Sutra, and Han Xue's eyes lifted, "Seventeen believe in Buddhism? This is not surprising, Buddhism is now flourishing in the Tang Dynasty, and many scholars believe in Buddhism.

"I don't recite Buddha on weekdays." Xiao Yan said sincerely, "But Buddhism has a saying, and sincerity is spiritual." I don't know how to heal, only my heart. The Buddha said that the power of mind is the supreme mana. ”

Shen Qingyi understood, her expression was slightly gentle, "Seventeen has a heart." ”

Xiao Yan's eyes bent slightly, and said, "I have been reciting Buddhist scriptures in my heart. It is very boring to recite the scriptures alone, and with my sister-in-law by my side, I don't feel bored. ”

Shen Qingyi couldn't help but bend the corners of her lips, her cold eyes flickered slightly, this Xiao Seventeen was obviously accompanying her, but he said that he was afraid of being bored.

There are so many people in the Xiao Mansion, I'm afraid that only this little man in front of him doesn't care about her because of Xiao Cong.

Shen Qingyi didn't know that Xiao Yan's heart was surging with respect for her.

After the first acupuncture, Xiao Yan, who had a keen ear, overheard Chi Shao say to Bai Su: "The clothes that Junjun has changed are soaked. However, looking back at that time, her fourth sister-in-law did not show the slightest abnormality when she gave the needle - such calm and calm is really admirable.

"Sister-in-law, take care of yourself." Xiao Yan was genuinely concerned about her and said, "Don't cure my brother, I'm tired of myself." ”

"Okay." Shen Qingyi's eyelids drooped slightly, covering the cold eyes that moved slightly.

Xiao Yan put on half of his arm, took a few steps, and turned back to look at her, "Brother will get better, right?" ”

"Yes." Shen Qingyi's voice was like a cold stream at the bottom of the valley, cold and quiet.

Xiao Yan couldn't help but look at her intently, the figure behind the wide bookcase looked slender and thin, but it seemed to be like the tip of a knife, sharp and cold.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled, "I believe in my sister-in-law." ”

Shen Qingyi looked at her back, her face cold and calm.

But in her heart, she was not as calm and composed as she appeared.

This early autumn cold disrupted her steps, which meant that the three aggravated medicines had to be combined in one dose - could Xiao Cong's sick body withstand such a fierce medicine?

She has no bottom in her heart, but she can't show it on her face, not only to calm the hearts of the people in Chenghe Academy, but also to let Liang Guogong realize her uncertainty.

Just before, she was hesitating to get drugged.

At this moment, thinking of those trusting eyes, her heart suddenly calmed down.

Xiao Qiqi asked that sentence, he must have seen the hesitation when she was below.

However, Xiao XVII chose to believe her.

Shen Qingyi suddenly smiled.

Isn't she as good as a teenager a few years younger than her?

Shen Qingyi stretched out his hand and took a blank medicine note, dipped the pen in ink, and put down the pen without thinking, all in one go.

It was the prescription she wrote first, without any deletions - if you don't fight, you die, why not give it a go!

***

The next day, the replacement prescription was delivered to Reusto.

Xiao Yu is also familiar with pharmacology, and when he saw that this prescription had aggravated the medicinal properties by three points, he immediately frowned.

Can Shiro's body bear it?

Xiao Rong relayed Shen Qingyi's words:

“…… Mr. Sun's medicine was prescribed moderately and peacefully, but after 21 years of taking the medicine, no matter how peaceful the medicine was, it was also three points toxic. Shiro's cold disease and drug poison make his condition worse day by day, and he will get fierce medicine. But Shiro is not full of vitality, and he has to take care of Peiben to remove poison. Therefore, in the past three months, each prescription only dared to increase by one point, the peiben accounted for ninety percent, and the detoxification was only one percent. Later, the body is gradually able to tolerate the aggravated properties. Going to illness is like fighting, using your own body as a battlefield, and you can't tolerate the enemy and me fighting for a long time, so you need to defeat the enemy with fierce medicine. There is the foundation of Peiyuan in the early stage, and the danger can be reduced by four or five points. ”

"Only five or six percent sure?" Xiao Yu's face became even heavier.

"Jun Jun said that the outcome of not fighting has been decided, and there is still a five- or six-point chance of winning if you let it go."

Xiao Yu stood by the window with his hands in his hands, remembering Mr. Sun's words back then: "Medication is also a cost, at most 212 years." A deep furrow formed between his eyebrows, and his eyes were as dark as ink.

"Going to the disease is like fighting...... Xiao Yun muttered, and suddenly felt a sense of helplessness that "a dead horse is a live horse doctor", and his straight back seemed to collapse for a while.

But in an instant, it was as tall and resolute as a mountain.

He turned around.

Shen Seventeen dared to take his life, how could he be inferior to a young woman as the lord of the Xiao clan in Lanling!

"Xiao Rong, do as she instructs."

"Whoa!" Xiao Rong took the medicine note, only to feel that the cold sweat on his back was wet, and prayed that this recipe was really spiritual, otherwise their lives would be over.

***

Shen Zheng, Chenghe courtyard is ready.

The medicinal juice was as black as ink, Xiao Cong took a few sips and drank it all, the heavy bitter taste spread between the mouthpieces, but there was no bitterness on his face, and he smiled at Xiao Yan and said, "Ah Yan, sing a poem to the fourth brother." ”

"Good. Which song does Brother want to hear? ”

"Emperor Xiaowu, sing at four o'clock in the middle of the night."

Emperor Xiaowu of Liang was the third emperor of the Liang Dynasty of the Xiao family, erudite and talented, proficient in the three schools of Xuan, Buddhism and Confucianism, the way of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting were among the best, and the poetry and literature were unparalleled at that time.

Xiao Yan said: "Okay." ”

The waiter took down the "Collected Poems of Emperor Xiaowu of Liang" from the bookshelf, turned around and handed it to Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan flipped to the spring song chapter of "Song at Four O'clock in the Midnight", and sang in a crisp and melodious voice:

The incense on the steps is in the arms, and the flowers in the courtyard are dazzling. As soon as the heart of spring is like this, the love is unlimited.

The orchid leaves are all over the ground, and the plum blossoms have fallen their branches. With this pity, I will take it to know from my heart.

Zhu Riguang is plain ice, and yellow flowers reflect white snow. Fold plum and treat the beauties, and welcome the spring moon together.

The butterflies of the flower dock are flying, and the willow embankment birds are tongues. ……

Before the last sentence was sung, Xiao Cong's face suddenly turned red like blood, and he snorted a few times, then fainted, and there seemed to be two hot breaths like fire dragons coming out of his nose.

Xiao Yan's voice stopped abruptly, and everyone in the room became nervous.

Shen Qingyi's voice was as cold as a cold spring, calm as usual, "Duan Yan, Si Mo, take off your clothes." ”

At this time, Xiao Rong, Xiao Chengzhong, and Xiao Chengyi were guarding outside the door, and the four big maids around Shen Qingyi were also sent out, leaving only Xiao Cong's four personal servants and Xiao Yan in the house.

Xiao Cong's upper and lower shirts were taken off, and he didn't even leave his dirty pants, only to see that the skin on his whole body was as vermilion as red, and he was glamorous.

"Serve the book, hold the pen, swing the needle!"

"Whoa." The two of them opened the needle pouch, and three hundred and sixty shiny silver needles were lined up on two long tables.

The room was so quiet that even the sound of dripping could be heard, as if you could still hear the sound of silver needles twisting on the acupuncture points. As the tip of the needle twisted, beads of sweat with black silk oozed from the skin where the needle was pricked, faintly exuding a fishy smell.

Duan Yan held a soft towel, and after Shen Qingyi pulled the needle, he immediately wiped away the beads of sweat containing toxins on the needle.

This time the needle is more dangerous than any previous time, if it is too light, it cannot be drawn, and if it is too heavy, it will damage the body. Shen Qingyi's whole mind was condensed under the needle in his hand, not hurrying or slow, and he couldn't tolerate the slightest difference. After thirty-six stitches, his forehead, which was as smooth as snow, was covered with beads of sweat.

Xiao Yan looked around, it would be inconvenient to ask the maid to come in, and it didn't seem appropriate to let Si Mo wipe their sweat. Seeing that the beads of sweat were about to drip from her cold forehead, she immediately pulled out the handkerchief from her sleeve, leaned forward, and reached out to wipe it away.

Shen Qingyi's ice and snow eyes froze, but the action of twisting the needle did not pause at all.

Time passed very slowly, Xiao Yan only felt that his back was sore and his legs were numb, probably because his mind was too tight.

After the needle was applied, she had changed three handkerchiefs for Shen Qingyi to wipe her sweat.

Shen Qingyi straightened up and couldn't help but shake. Xiao Yan quickly supported her, "Sister-in-law, you can rest." Helped her sit on the small couch behind the short table, turned around and took the celadon teapot that was warm in the smoked cage, poured a cup of hot tea soup, and served it to Shen Qingyi with a saucer.

Shen Qingyi was exhausted, and after drinking half a bowl of tea soup, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes raised slightly, "There is labor seventeen." ”

"Sister-in-law is better?" Xiao Yan glanced at her with concern, and went to the door to instruct Bai Su Siwen to bring the prepared ginseng soup.

Shen Qingyi used a bowl of ginseng soup, and then he felt a little refreshed.

She looked back and saw that Xiao Cong had changed into clean clothes, but she was still unconscious, and her heart sighed and sank.

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