"I said that you are a traitor, you must have embezzled a lot to have such a big mansion, and only then did you have so much money to support those old mothers in the mansion."

Meng Zhuo'er crossed her waist, almost roared, and performed a performance to the people present on the spot What is called not knowing whether she is dead or alive.

Xia Yu had an expression as if the sky had fallen, his eyes widened, and the guards who followed him were also frightened.

Only the person concerned had a calm face: "Have you finished venting?" ”

Meng Zhuo'er took a deep breath and said neatly: "It's over!" ”

"Okay, then start detoxifying this king."

The man's calm and untraced attitude frightened the subordinates who followed.

Is this still the prince they know?

When did the prince's temper become so good.

Everyone looked at each other.

"I don't want anyone to be present when I treat people and detoxify them, they just stare at me like a toad, and those who don't know think I'm a monkey in the circus."

Meng Zhuo'er took out the newly bought silver needle bag and placed it on the table, with three big words written on her face: 'Not to mess with'.

Xia Yu looked at each other several times, and finally went out after getting the master's permission and closed the door.

Silence soon returned to the room, and only the sound of human breathing could be heard.

Meng Zhuo'er sat opposite Yuezhiting and asked him to reach out to probe his pulse.

She lowered her eyebrows and frowned slightly: "Why is there another poison in your body?" That wasn't the case last month. ”

The man lifted his eyes, although he had already seen her medical skills, but he was somewhat surprised when she said the lesion.

He indifferently stretched out his hand back, but was held down by the girl, and her tone was tough and could not be refuted: "Tell the truth, I am a healer, and you are a patient."

The patient should not hide anything from the doctor, otherwise you might as well find someone else. ”

The patient's trust in the doctor is one of the foundations of the treatment, otherwise it is easy to have an accident.

"Four days ago, the toxins in the body suddenly couldn't be suppressed with antidotes, and in order to suppress the toxins in the king's body, Imperial Doctor Li had to take the risk of using purple daylilies."

"What?"

Meng Zhuo'er frowned.

Purple daylily is poisonous, although it has a certain detoxification effect, but using this flavor grass is undoubtedly no different from drinking water to quench thirst.

She smiled coldly: "You are not afraid of death, you dare to use this poisonous weed." ”

Yue Zhiting didn't explain much.

At that time, his situation was helpless, if he did not suppress the poison quickly at that time, then he would have a broken heart and a broken intestine and died.

So he didn't have a choice at all.

Therefore, his health improved slightly, and when he heard that she came to see Mrs. Yao, he hurried here.

"I'll first prick a needle for you to protect the gate of heaven and earth, and then I'm using a nine-turn needle to protect your heart. Later, I will prescribe another decoction for you, twice a day, and I will come back to you after seven days, so that you don't have to hover on the edge of life and death all the time. ”

Meng Zhuo'er said, lighting a candle to disinfect the silver needle.

Yue Zhiting's thin lips tightened.

Maybe Meng Zhuo'er's medical skills are even better than he thought.

Not to mention the chronic poison in his past, even the poison of this purple daylily is very vague, ordinary people can't see it, and they need to be tested with a silver needle, but she knows that the toxin in his body is aggravated and precarious.

In fact, at that time, on her wedding day, the toxin was already a little uncontrollable, but there were a lot of things at hand at that time, and the Queen Mother had an accident again, so he was delayed for a while.

Yue Zhiting stared at the back of the woman.

Compared with the last time we met in the mountains, she seemed to be much plumper, and she was considered a normal body, neither thin nor fat.

But under this pursuit of extreme thinness, ribs-like morbid aesthetics, she seems to be much more aesthetically pleasing, and between her gestures, she exudes a different style, which is very ...... Charm.

As soon as Meng Zhuo'er entered the state of a doctor, she was meticulous, there was no medical alcohol disinfection here, and these were used by Mrs. Yao, so they could only be disinfected and sterilized with an open flame.

She turned around, but saw the man's dark eyes looking at her, and his clothes were good.

"Why are you staring at me so big, lest others don't know that your eyes are big?"

Meng Zhuo'er's own apricot eyes were also round, "Take it off." ”

Yue Zhiting was slightly stunned, and he couldn't see the change in mood on his cold face, he took off the belt of the black gold thread pattern auspicious cloud, and took off his coat neatly and simply.

Meng Zhuo'er walked behind him, and was about to prick the needle but froze suddenly.

The man's back was covered with scars, all sorts.

clubs, knives, swords, bows and arrows, whips...... The marks are shocking, and it is estimated that the wound was not well cared for at that time, and the scar has even grown and raised, which is very terrifying.

Some of these scars are old, at least ten years old, and the pink scars are the ones that have been made in the past two years.

But isn't Yue Zhiting the prince, in the five years that the emperor has been on the throne, he has been in power, how can he still be so seriously injured.

……

Seeing that there had been no movement behind her for a long time, Yue Zhiting snorted: "Don't do it yet?" Frightened by these ugly scars?"

He had a mocking tone, not knowing whether he was laughing at the scars on his body or laughing at Meng Zhuo'er for being timid, he would be frightened by these.

"Whoever was scared, I just thought it was strange."

Meng Zhuo'er came back to her senses and began to look for acupuncture points, and found the silver needle into her body.

"Isn't it just a scar, what's so strange."

He was careless, playing with the purple jade wrench in his hand.

Meng Zhuo'er also saw it when she took the silver needle.

He has always worn this wrench, but the wrench is not as compatible with his status as a power-leaning Yin and Good King.

It is estimated that it is because of the noble temperament of the man, in fact, she thought it was a rare thing at first, but after a closer look, she could tell that it was chalcedony.

This wrench is the most inferior in terms of color and style.

Meng Zhuo'er quietly finished detoxifying the silver needle and continued to take the next injection.

Because the skin on the man's back was almost covered with scars, it would take a little time for Meng Zhuo'er to find the acupuncture points.

She pressed her hand to the man's back, scrutinizing it.

After finishing his back, the next step was to protect his heart, and Meng Zhuo'er walked to the front.

She looked down at the man's pecs, intently observing.

At this moment, no matter how good the other party's figure is and how clearly textured it is, for Meng Zhuo'er, this is just a piece of meat.

She had seen more 'meat' in her life than she had ever eaten herself.

The last needle of the heart is down, and it is done.

"Okay, let's wait for half a pillar of incense ......"

Meng Zhuo'er breathed a sigh of relief, and when she raised her head, she was caught off guard and collided into the man's eyes as vast and deep as the universe.

His eyes are beautiful and dark.

Meng Zhuo'er had never even seen someone with such black eyes in her previous life and this life, like a cosmic vortex, which could suck people into it at any time.

"You're going to keep seeing when the king sees it."