The sharp stinging pain spread rapidly from those acupuncture points.
Cang Qiao boasted that no one in the world knew the feeling of pain better than him.
But at this moment, he couldn't help but raise his hand and flick it, his inner force instinctively trying to force those silver needles out of his blood.
"Pa!" Dark red bloodshot and silver needles splashed out together.
And Ming Lanruo was also slapped by him like a ball, and was knocked to the ground like a ball, and his butt fell to the sky.
"Fuck..." She held on to her flashing waist and couldn't help but squeeze out a curse word she learned from a servant through her teeth.
She was obviously prepared and had already made an evasive gesture, but she was still overturned by him!
It really... hurts her to death!
Cang Qiao's face was pale, and he walked coldly to the woman lying on the ground: "If you want to die, tell me earlier. Anyone who dares to plot against me will not survive the next day!"
The powerful and dangerous aura on his body made Ming Lanruo flinch.
She quickly stretched out a finger and shook it: "Please, before you kill me, please feel the breath of Dantian and feel it well!"
Cang Qiao suppressed her anger, pinched her fingers and made secrets, urging her internal energy to travel through her eight extraordinary meridians.
A stream of strange hot air started from the heart meridians and went straight down to the Dantian along the meridians. No...
The pupils in his eyes suddenly shrank, and the heat not only went down the dantian, but also under the dantian!
The water channel in the lower abdomen that had been stagnated for many years actually showed signs of loosening after the Qi was released into two acupuncture points!
Cang Qiao immediately went back to bed and crossed his legs for a short while. Half an hour later, a slight drop of sweat appeared on his white forehead.
But there was no further progress.
He slowly opened his eyes and gathered his strength.
He turned to look at the little woman who was still lying on the ground in a strange posture, with unpredictable and complicated eyes: "You didn't lie."
Ming Lanruo actually knew medicine and was very skilled in medicine, which he did not expect.
She rolled her eyes: "Haha, I still want to live well.
After all, he had been strategizing in his previous life. After the change of dynasties, the two dragons took over the concubines of the Eastern Palace who were in great turmoil.
In this life, many things have changed because of her rebirth.
Of course she wouldn't bet that he would still be as affectionate as she was in her last life, nor would she lie about such a crucial matter.
Cang Qiao knelt down in front of her and stared at her sharply: "In recent years, I have been surrounded by miracle doctors. How can you master the method of treating this disease?"
Ming Lanruo closed her eyes and gritted her teeth: "Your uncle...well, can't the governor help me and let me get up and answer the question?"
I sprained my waist and kept lying on the ground in this embarrassing posture with my butt stuck out for half an hour!
It's cold and painful!
Only then did Cang Qiao notice her funny and pitiful posture, and couldn't help laughing: "Oh, why, isn't Princess Mourning a miracle doctor?"
With such mockery, he bent down and picked Ming Lanruo up firmly and walked towards the bed.
Ming Lanruo fell from the cold ground into the man's generous and warm arms.
She was stunned for a moment, feeling both comfortable and inexplicably uncomfortable. She just muttered in a low voice: "Doctors don't heal themselves, haven't you heard of it?"
Cang Qiao sat down, turned the little woman over in his arms, and let her lie on his lap.
Ming Lanruo instinctively moved her body down and climbed into the bed.
But the next moment, Cang Qiao's big hand suddenly pressed unceremoniously on her waist injury, and she couldn't help but twitch in pain. She cried out "Ah" and fell back on his lap again.
"What are you doing? This hurts!" She almost cried in pain.
And this posture is really... so embarrassing!
"So I asked you not to move. You have sprained muscles and bones. I should be better at treating them than you." Cang Qiao said calmly.
Ming Lanruo's face was full of rejection: "No, I will do it myself. I made some medicinal wine and just rub it on!"
"Doctors don't heal themselves, isn't that what you said?" Cang Qiao calmly untied her belt.
Ming Lanruo panicked and stretched out her hand to hold down her skirt randomly: "It wasn't you who caused it. I was kind enough to heal you, but you pushed me!"
Seeing the person in his arms panicking and blushing, Cang Qiao's eyes flashed with a hint of fire.
He neatly and domineeringly restrained her erratic hands, and then put his slender hands directly into the hem of her blouse: "So, won't I treat your injuries now?"
His slightly cold palms pressed against the soft skin of her waist, and Ming Lanruo's whole body froze.
Cang Qiao didn't seem to feel her stiffness. He only poured his inner strength into his palms and slowly massaged the injured area on her waist: "Since you understand medicine, you should know how to straighten out the meridians, and your sprain will be much better.
"
Ming Lanruo bit her lip and did not dare to speak. She only pinched her sleeves tightly.
The heat flow from her waist really relieved the soreness of her sprained area instantly.
His movements were very gentle, as if she were a fragile porcelain doll that he treasured with great care.
Over the years, she had been living a hard life alone with Xiao Xi in Prince Mourning's Mansion, and no one had cared about her for a long time.
She felt inexplicably sour and distended in her heart, and couldn't help but blush slightly.
She obviously no longer imagined that he would treat her like he did in his previous life, so why would she feel sad at this time?
Ming Lanruo lowered her eyelashes and forced her gaze into her eyes, stubbornly not wanting him to see her.
But the soreness in the waist and the strange soreness in the heart gradually merged...
And the warmth of his palm and the feeling of the slightly rough calluses of his fingertips rubbing against her skin made her fall into a strange trembling and confusion.
She closed her eyes and gasped softly.
Really...
I felt somehow seduced by that man.
He holding her like this reminded her of the way she was held by him when she died in her previous life...
Cang Qiao watched the little woman on her lap gradually relax, sighing comfortably like a cat, and then her breathing gradually became steady.
Is this... asleep?
He raised his eyebrows and chuckled softly.
Because he was a eunuch and couldn't do anything to her, so that's why she had such a careless body lying in his arms.
He rubbed her waist for a while, then gently placed the sleeping Ming Lanruo on the bed and covered her with a quilt.
Suddenly there was a noise outside the door.
Cang Qiao's eyebrows were slightly cold, and she straightened up and walked towards the door.
After leaving the room, the royal guards outside the door immediately put a snow fox fur cloak on him: "Governor."
"What's the noise about?" He put his hands into his sleeves and asked impatiently.
Then, he looked in the direction of the noise and saw He Gongzheng walking out carrying a furry gadget with claws and teeth.
"Let me go, you big bad guy!" the furry little thing screamed.
Cang Qiao raised her eyebrows, a little curious: "What is that, a talking... cat cub?"
When he and his father-in-law saw their master coming out, they immediately came over with the little thing in hand: "Master!"
He raised the ball of fur in front of Cang Qiao with some uneasiness: "This is Princess Mourning's child. You kid, why don't you pay your respects to Master Qiantose?"
Only then could Cang Qiao see it clearly. It turned out to be a big-eyed baby about four years old.
The child was wearing a hooded coat made of unknown old leather. The coat was also decorated with two pointy ears and a tail, making him look like a little cat.
Very cute.
But as soon as he heard that it was Ming Lanruo's child, the original interest on Cang Qiao's face dimmed: "Throw it out to me."
