Zong Zhengchuyang's face and forehead were sweating more and more. Not only that, even his clothes were gradually wet with cold sweat.

Seeing him sweating all over, Ling Xi became more and more uneasy when he saw him. But since it was Ming Ye who was treating him, she knew that even if she sweated, it was definitely a good thing, but she felt extremely painful when she looked at her.

"Give me two more."

"Okay." She was stunned for a moment, then took two silver needles from the needle bag and handed them to Nangong Mingye.

He kept putting the needles in this way until he gave Zong Zheng Chuyang a full eighteen needles. Nangong Mingye asked Ling Xi to order people to prepare warm water. After Zong Zheng Chuyang drank two big bowls, he slowly retracted the internal strength in his palm.

Then, his big palm re-stored internal force and wandered behind him, slowly taking out all the silver needles.

The whole process didn't last long and seemed to be very relaxed, but from Zong Zheng Chuyang's sweating all over his body, it can be seen how severe the pain he suffered was.

"Can't you change to a more gentle way?" After taking a clean towel to wipe off Zong Zheng Chuyang's sweat and lying down, Ling Xi looked at Nangong Mingye who was standing in front of a shorter table to study the pills Chuyang took, and couldn't help but feel a little resentment.

She knew Mingye's personality. If it were her, he would never have used such a rude way to attack Chuyang, but he would have been willing to take ruthless actions.[

Nangong Mingye looked at her with a low voice, saying, "If you can't bear this little bit of hardship, what qualifications are there to be the owner of the Painting Fan Building?"

Ling Xi pursed her lips and stopped looking at him. Her eyes were locked on Zong Zheng Chuyang's calm handsome face, and said softly: "Is it still uncomfortable now? Are there any discomfort on her body?"

Zong Zhengchuyang shook his head: "It's much easier."

It was indeed much easier. He had been feeling very heavy in the past two days, and even his head was very heavy. However, after the injection of needles in Nangong Mingye just now, he really felt that his whole body had become much more relaxed and his head became much clearer.

The process is a little harder, the key is to cure it.

Ling Xi held his big palm and watched her pale face gradually appearing a little rosy, and her heart finally calmed down a lot.

With Ming Ye here, things were much easier to do. Just after applying an injection to him, he clearly saw that his spirit was much better than it was today.

"You prescribe some medicine for him." She looked at Nangong Mingye again and suddenly said.

Nangong Mingye put the medicine bottle in his hand back on the short table and looked at her: "Just prescribed by Yun Fei for him, this medicine has a good effect."

"But he hasn't improved any more in the past two days." She didn't doubt Yun Fei's medical skills, but Chu Yang has not improved in the past two days. I don't know if it's related to the medicine.

Nangong Mingye's eyes moved from her face to Zong Zheng Chuyang, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and his voice was also cold: "He doesn't want to do it himself, it's useless for you to give him a elixir."

Hearing this, Ling Xi's heart tightened, and she lowered her eyes to Chu Yang on the bed, without any resentment in her words: "Why do you have to torment yourself like this? I have already apologized to you and explained to you. What are you still struggling with?"

Zong Zheng Chuyang looked at her quietly and still smiled softly: "Don't think too much, I'll get better soon."

She didn't say much, just as she thought, if he didn't want to say anything, no matter how she asked him, he wouldn't say much to her.

After helping him pull the quilt over and cover it, she stood up and walked to Mingye, and asked softly: [

"When did you come back? Are you tired? Have you used dinner?"

"I just remember to care about me now?" Nangong Mingye looked at her with his eyes down. His eyes were completely different when he looked at her and when he looked at Zong Zheng Chuyang. When he looked at her, his eyes were soft:

"Just come back, I heard Yun Fei talk about you and rushed over."

"You have a rest here, and I'll ask Afu to prepare dinner for you." Hearing him say this, she already knew that he not only didn't use dinner, but also didn't even take a sip of water.

Nangong Mingye didn't speak, but just sat down by the coffee table and watched her go out.

He did not look back until she left the door, poured himself a cup of tea, and then said indifferently: "The body is yours, do you still want it or not? Think clearly. You'd better not make yourself half-dead and make her worry about you."

Zong Zhengchuyang's palm tightened, his eyes flashed, and after a while, he said indifferently: "I won't add to her troubles, don't worry."

He would never deliberately torment himself if he could get better. He would get himself drunk in front of her that day because he had been suppressed for too long and could not control his emotions. This would not happen in the future.

Not long after, Ling Xi and Afu brought a few plates of side dishes and two steamed buns.

Nangong Mingye did not hesitate at all, wiped his hands clean and started moving.

I have been traveling all day just to come back early to see her. I haven't entered all day long, so I am naturally hungry until now.

After serving him to finish the dinner, Ling Xi became a little embarrassed again.

After being separated from Mingye for several days, she should have been with him, but Chu Yang became so sick that she was reluctant to leave Zhuyuan, so she didn't know what to do for a moment.

After seeing Ah Fu and his servant clean up everything on the table and exiting the room, Nangong Mingye suddenly bent over and picked her up and walked towards the desk.

Ling Xi was startled and tried hard to him: "Mingye, don't do this, Chuyang... Chuyang is still here."

"Do you mean I'll kick him out and be intimate with you here?" His voice was faint, and I couldn't tell whether he was serious or joking.

Ling Xi felt a little uneasy, and grabbed his clothes hard and said softly: "Stop making trouble. You must be tired after rushing for so long. Go back and take a break. Do you still want to go back to the Imperial Medicine Hall tomorrow?"

He nodded, sat down in the chair, placed her on his lap, and reached out to take off her clothes.

Ling Xi was really scared and was in a hurry to drive him away.

However, as long as it was something he wanted to do, she would never stop it. No matter how hard she tried to stop it, he would have completely pulled her coat down.

He raised his hand and pulled off her bellyband, threw it onto the table, and his warm palm fell on her chest and rubbed it hard.

Ling Xi bit his lower lip hard, trying to stop him, but he was afraid that his mouth would overflow with a blushing and heartbeat.

Chu Yang is here, how could he be so intimate with her here?

She tried hard to him, but she kept pushing him even though she was not moving at all.

When his fingertips clamped her tender fruit and pinched it hard, she couldn't help but groan.

"Mingye, don't do this, I'm going to get angry if I do this!"
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