"Well, I know!" Yang Yanrong gently patted the shoulders of the jade man in his arms and said softly: "I'm back and I will never leave you again! Rongrong, who is sick?", Yang Yanrong
He looked at the medicine bowl in Murong Rong's hand and couldn't help but frown and asked.
"It's Princess Anyang!" Murong Rong sighed, raised her head and looked firmly at the man in front of her, and said quietly: "Since we left the capital, Anyang has been sick and has not improved, hey!"
,When she said this, she suddenly said "ah", broke free from Yang Yanrong's arms, and said anxiously: "Yang Lang, go and see Anyang quickly, I'm afraid she can't hold on!"
Yang Yanrong was shocked. Anyang's illness was so serious? Thinking of this, he pulled Murong Rong with one hand and walked towards the wing room.
Murong Rong pointed to a room and said, "She is here, Sister Sang and Ke'er are here too!"
Yang Yanrong nodded, took the medicine bowl from Murong Rong's hand, and without saying a word, he pushed the door and broke in.
With a "creak", the wooden door was suddenly pushed open. Several women in the room turned their heads in shock. When they saw the bald man who suddenly broke into the room, they covered their mouths, but after a closer look, they looked at it.
, and stared at the man with wide eyes, incredible eyes, suspicion, surprise, excitement...
Yang Yanrong glanced at him and saw that his women were all there, even Shangguan Xiangyun, Xie Wanting, and Liu Shengnan were there. He smiled and nodded at the women, and did not speak. Then he walked quickly with the medicine bowl in his hand.
The woman lying on the bed next to the Arhat's bed was not the princess Anyang, who is here?
She has lost weight and is even more haggard! Yang Yanrong carefully placed the medicine bowl on the head of the bed and stroked the face of the tall woman in front of her. If it weren't for her deep eyes, she would still have her face with deep eyes.
If you can vaguely see what you were like back then, Yang Yanrong would almost not recognize her as his wife!
The round face turned into an oval face, making her chin pointy, like a vixen in a cartoon character, and her white cheeks have now turned into waxy yellow. She looked so cute and naughty.
Without seeing, the black hair also lost its proper luster and became like a withered thatch. At this time, Princess Anyang felt a sense of weakness that made people feel pity for their bones.
"Anyang! I'm back, can you hear it?" Yang Yanrong choked and grabbed her wrist exposed outside the quilt, and rubbed it gently.
Princess Anyang was as quiet as a sleeping princess, without even reacting at all.
"Brother Yang!" Xiao Ke'er covered her mouth tightly and leaned over gently.
Yang Yanrong turned around and patted Keer on the shoulder, nodding slightly.
"Yang Lang, Anyang may not be able to hold on!" Sang Yuchu smiled miserably and said, "Since she knew that the King of Qin had proclaimed himself emperor, she fainted and has not woken up yet. Rongrong said that if she could not make her heart apart, she would not be able to make her heart apart.
If you untied it, I'm afraid you'll just sleep like this until..." She didn't say the following words, but Yang Yanrong also understood what she wanted to say. He nodded mutely and said affirmatively: "She will be proud."
Come here! Because..." Yang Yanrong slowly breathed and continued: "I'm back!"
"Yang Lang, it turns out that you have not come back. I dare not force Anyang to wake up, but if she wakes up now and sees you come back, I believe that Anyang will get better as soon as possible!" Murong Rong didn't know when she had already been
Standing behind Yang Yanrong, seeing the worried expression of his lover, he said, "Yang Lang, do you believe me?"
When Yang Yanrong heard this, he was immediately overjoyed. He turned around suddenly and stared at Murong Rong and said, "Are you sure?"
Nodding firmly, Murong Rong smiled sweetly.
"Then you come!" Yang Yanrong gritted his teeth and moved away from the position.
Murong Rong moved her lotus step lightly, sat down to the bed, lifted the brocade cover on Princess Anyang, looked back and said, "I need a basin of hot water and a dry towel!"
"I'll go!" Ke'er responded happily, and his figure disappeared from the room immediately.
Take out a folded square and straight brocade from your arms. Murong Rong carefully uncovered a corner and slowly spread the brocade. It turned out that twelve pieces were lying peacefully among the brocade.
One silver needle. When Keer brought the hot water, she threw the twelve silver needles into the hot hot water. Sang Yuchu, who had a tacit understanding with her, took action like lightning.
He quickly picked up the twelve silver needles one by one and placed them neatly on the dry towel Keer brought over.
Murong Rong nodded slightly, picked up one of the thinnest and shortest silver needles, inserted them along the eyebrows of Princess Anyang, and gently turned them around, turning them three times left and right, and then picked up again.
He picked up two silver needles and inserted his left and right hands into Princess Anyang's ears at the same time.
Yang Yanrong didn't understand these acupuncture techniques, so he could only stare at Murong Rong's back.
The twelve silver needles were accurately inserted into the acupoints on Princess Anyang's head by Murong Rong. After a while, a layer of dark oil appeared on Princess Anyang's forehead. Ke'er quickly fined her.
Wiped away finely.
Murong Rong looked at the silver needle that was constantly squeezing in her right hand without blinking. Her left hand was not idle either. She kept slapping rhythmically between Princess Anyang's heart, and her face was filled with expression.
She was highly concentrated and covered with fine sweat beads. Although she was called the goddess doctor in the capital, she seemed calm no matter who she was treating, but she did not dare to be careless about the woman in front of her. If she made a little progress, she would not be careless about the woman in front of her.
If there is a slight mistake, she will regret it for life. Each of these acupuncture points that Murong Rong used the acupuncture to be a fatal point. If the force is slightly heavier, it will cause Princess Anyang to die immediately. If the force is lighter, it will not reach the level.
It affects the success or failure of treatment.
It can be said that among the people in this room, if anyone is the most nervous, Murong Rong must be! She dare not make any mistakes, let alone make any mistakes. Because, she knew that in Yang Yanrong's heart,
Every woman here occupies an extremely important position in his heart. No matter which one he lacks, he will be sad for the rest of his life!
Time passed by bit by bit, and the darkness on Princess Anyang's face also faded a lot. Seeing this situation, Murong Rong couldn't help but feel happy. She let go of the silver needle in her hand and inserted her right hand towards her.
The silver needle on the Baihui acupoint of Princess Anyang went away, but her hand stayed on it for a long time, and finally gritted her teeth and pulled out the silver needle quickly.