Qin Min felt that there were many people in the house, so he simply stood outside the door, and his body was cold because of the strong wind.

She was thinking about whether to go back to the thatched hut and drink soup comfortably in bed while no one was paying attention to her.

Turning his head to meet Liang Bo's gaze.

She blinked and said with a smile: "Do you need to say this, it must be Uncle Liang who pricked Mingyi with a needle, and the effect will make Mingyi better." ”

Liang Bogang gagged what he wanted to say, and his face showed confusion and hesitation, is that so?

"The little lady is right." The others praised: "No one else can cure Mingyi, it has to be Uncle Liang's action, the descendants of the imperial doctor are different, Uncle Liang is really powerful!" ”

Thunder rumbled outside the house, and heavy rain began to fall.

The people in the room hurriedly stood inside.

Qin Min had no choice but to enter the house, close the door, and block the wind and rain outside.

It's just that there is a faint chill in the depths of the body, and it seems that there is a little cold.

The more Liang Bo thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, frowned, and shook his head.

"No, it's not the first time I've used this set of acupuncture for Mingyi, and it didn't work at all before."

Qin Min shook his head and persuaded gently: "Uncle Liang, don't be presumptuous, maybe it's a drop of water that will be worn by stones, slowly accumulated, and suddenly it will be fine." ”

Others just felt that the little lady was too right.

Uncle Liang has worked hard for Mingyi's illness all these years, so naturally he has a heart to live up to it, and God has also come to help.

Liang Bo pondered for a moment, but turned his head to look at Qin Min, "Little lady, I have something I want to ask you." ”

Qin Min's expression remained unchanged, "If Uncle Liang has anything to ask, just ask, I must know everything." ”

She's secretive enough that she won't still be suspicious, right?

Liang Bo's throat rolled, and embarrassment flashed on his face, "I've observed your massage technique for Ming Yi in the past few days, it's very peculiar, I don't know where you learned it?" ”

Ordinary people will just pinch their hands and feet casually and press indiscriminately.

The little lady will follow the eight veins of the Qi Jing and press it carefully, and the strength and position of each fingering are very particular and very exquisite.

His old face flushed, and he hurriedly explained: "Cough, I don't want to learn secretly, I just see that you seem to be particular about this technique, so I will look at it twice." ”

He really wanted to steal from school.

Didn't learn.

It's too complicated.

Qin Min smiled and said softly, "My husband is frail, and I always can't sleep at night, I feel distressed, so I went to ask for a wandering old man, and he gave me a method, and the old man took pity on me and taught me this massage technique." ”

She paused and said puzzledly: "Why did Uncle Liang ask this, did I press something?" ”

Liang Bo envied the adventures of the little lady from the bottom of his heart, this kind of massage technique is the skill of the insiders themselves, and it is easy not to teach it to others.

The little lady was afraid that it was for the sake of the princess, so she begged the old man many times, and only then did she sincerely go to the golden stone for the opening.

Liang Bo sighed and said, "I guess, it was your massage technique that made Mingyi better." ”

Everyone else was shocked when they heard this, Uncle Liang was right, it turned out to be the little lady who made Mingyi better??

Qin Min looked at him with a serious look on his face, stunned, and a little surprised in his heart.

Although she didn't rely on massage to cure Fu Mingyi, Liang Bo was right by mistake.

Liang Bo looked at her stunned, as if he didn't believe that a woman could do such a big thing.

He explained reasonably: "The acupuncture and medicinal decoction I have used recently are undoubtedly the same as before, if it is effective, Mingyi will not still lie down now, if there is anything different from before, that is, the little lady, you are here, it is the little lady, your massage technique has worked." ”

Qin Min hesitated, "...... Really? ”

The others followed in confusion: "Just press it?" ”

Liang Bogao sighed incomprehensibly: "How exquisite the structure of the human body is, how can we know that we can't understand it thoroughly." ”

Qin Min saw him say this, and didn't say anything more, and suddenly smiled lightly, "I didn't expect that I accidentally helped Ming Yi press a few times, and I was able to help her recover her body, it's really good." ”

The others looked at Qin Min with a little apprehension on their faces.

Fu Mingyi has been paralyzed for so long, has taken so many medicines, and used so many methods to no avail, but she was massaged and pressed by the little lady.

They actually used a bag of rice to exchange the little lady with such ability, what kind of luck did they take.

The rain outside the house was still very heavy, and I didn't know when it would stop.

Fu Mingyi finished eating the meatloaf soup and fell asleep in a daze, not caring about the room in front of her at all.

The others knew that Mingyi was getting better, so they were relieved and went back to their houses in the rain.

There were only Fu Minglai and Qin Min left in the room.

Qin Min was imagining the others rushing into the rain, his arm was suddenly buckled, and he stopped in place in an instant, unable to move.

She turned around and saw Fu Minglai's cold face, revealing some puzzlement, "What's wrong?" ”

Fu Minglai frowned slightly, "What are you going to do here?" ”

"Let's go back to the house."

Fu Ming looked at her flushed face and reached out to touch her forehead.

Really......

"You're having a fever."

Qin Min only felt that his body was cold, as if the cracks of his bones were exuding cold, and he reluctantly smiled: "Maybe it's a little cold, just sleep." ”

Fu Minglai said lightly, "You are waiting here." ”

With that, he turned and opened the door and rushed into the rain, where the huge curtain of rain soon overwhelmed his figure.

Qin Min couldn't help but shiver as he looked at the cold downpour.

Fu Minglai came back soon, wet with a few leaves that resembled banana leaves, and stood by the door and folded those leaves into a large piece.

Qin Min glanced at him, feeling that he was watching an age-restricted film.

He was drenched in the rain, and his sackcloth was half-sheer, clinging to his body, unreservedly hooking out the strong muscles of his body.

Fu Minglai folded the leaves, and said indifferently: "We are all rough people, there is no such thing as an oil-paper umbrella, you can use this to block and go back." ”

Qin Min saw that the leaf was much wider than a modern ordinary umbrella, which could shield her from wind and rain.

Her eyes lit up, "This is too good." ”

Fu Minglai thought that she would dislike it and didn't want to use it, but when he heard the genuine joy in her voice, he couldn't help but pause, and said, "Just get it." ”

If he had enough time, he could have made better leaves if he had picked better leaves.

Qin Min took the big leaf with a smile and said happily: "Then you are too powerful, I think this is good enough." ”

Fu Minglai looked at her lightly with low eyes.

The little red face became bright and bright with undisguised joy.

His voice was a little lower, "Let's go back and get some sleep." ”

Qin Min responded with a smile, took the big leaf on his head, and ran into the rain.

Between the steps, the water splashed everywhere, and the corners of the clothes staggered.