Feng Ming squatted next to Su Liangji and saw someone coming from the opposite side. He looked up and saw that it was Shen Wuxiang. Wu Xiang shook his head at Feng Ming, indicating that he should just do his own thing and not worry about his existence.
Feng Ming nodded and took out a silver needle from the medicine box. After looking at it for a moment, he took out a needle that was neither thick nor thin.
"Father, why don't you take this opportunity to teach the child some more tricks? After all, you are the one who checked the pulses of many patients in the Huichun Hall today. Just sit down and rest for a while!"
When Feng Ming heard this, he stopped what he was doing, raised his head and glanced at his son, and saw clearly the fierceness that flashed in his eyes.
For some reason, Feng Ming felt that Feng Yao was very strange today. There was obviously no relationship between him and Su Liangji. Why did he see the look in his son's eyes just now?
He wanted to think about it, but Feng Ming didn't say anything. He looked back at Su Wan and saw that she nodded in agreement, so he put the silver needle back, stepped aside and called Feng Yao over.
To be honest, Feng Yao today is indeed very hostile to Su Liangji. In addition to the factor of Su Wan, it is more because of himself.
If Su Liangji hadn't had a hand in it, her father would still be the head of the academy and he would have embarked on an official career as he wished...
Feng Yao knelt down next to Feng Ming and took out the thickest and longest silver needle from the ones just now. Then he asked Feng Ming, "Father, what should the child do next?"
Feng Ming glanced at the silver needle in Feng Yao's hand, and the corners of his eyes twitched fiercely. Then he looked at Su Liangji's slender fingers, and sighed heavily in his heart.
It's just that he is now working under Su Wan, and his master is Su Wan's best friend. Based on this, he must handle this matter well!
With this thought in mind, Feng Ming began to explain: "The simplest trick my father asked you to do today is to pierce the silver needle into the seams of your nails. I think Prime Minister Su will wake up soon because of the pain.
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Feng Ming tried his best to speak in a calmer voice, pretending not to know that Su Liangji was awake.
Feng Yao always listened to Feng Ming's words. He quickly grabbed Su Liangji's finger, raised the needle and pierced the nail seam with the thick and long silver needle.
Severe pain swept through his body instantly. Su Liangji's eyes suddenly opened and he opened his mouth to scream. However, he only let out a weak "ah" and the rest of the sound was blocked in his throat.
Wu Xiang started very quickly, tapping Su Liangji's acupuncture points the moment he opened his mouth, making him unable to move or scream. He could only feel the silver needles swimming between his nails in the most awake state.
pain.
Yes, that silver needle was indeed swimming between the nails! Because after Feng Yao inserted the silver needle, he flicked the tail of the needle, causing the silver needle to tremble.
It wasn't until all five fingers of Su Liangji's hand were pierced with silver needles that Su Wan asked to stop.
At this time, Su Liangji's face was red with pain, and veins were bulging on his forehead. He couldn't scream even if he wanted to, and it was impossible to hold back. But he still knew clearly that the secret guard he had trained so hard was not there at this moment.
far away.
The only blame is that I was too cautious before, ordering them that my life was not in danger, or personally giving the order that they must hide their identities and never expose them easily.
Now he has shot himself in the foot and suffered the consequences. If he falls into Su Wan's hands, old and new scores will be settled together. He will have to shed his skin today even if he does not die.
Compared with her own scheming and cunning person, Su Wan appears to be simple and rude, with an absolutely vicious heart...
Su Wan drank tea and ate snacks leisurely. After about two-quarters of an hour, someone pulled out the silver needles and opened the acupuncture points on Su Liangji's body so that he could move.
Despite this, all the strength in Su Liangji's body had already been exhausted. He looked at his injured hand with difficulty, with a look of despair on his face.
"Is Su Xiang sober? If so, sit down with me and discuss: When can my mother's dowry and the things left behind be returned to me?"
Su Wan's voice reached Su Liangji's ears. Although it was ethereal and sweet, it still made him jump with fear...