He removed the silver needle from her face and said, "Try to speak."
"Thank you so much." Her tongue was still not flexible, but his ears were sharper and better.
"You dare to ride a donkey out in this weather. Even if you don't have a car when you leave the house, you should hire one on the street." He rummaged in the medical box, took three medicines, fed her, and she
He swallowed it, but he stayed still.
"It doesn't matter." He raised his hand, pushed her throat carefully and pushed the medicine into her abdomen. Then he took another bottle of medicinal oil that smelled bitter, poured it out, kneaded it, and rubbed her hands and feet.
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She slowed down slightly and felt warmth on her frozen fingers.
He frowned and saw that her boots were soaked. He was about to discuss taking them off with her, but he saw her eyes telling her that her feet were about to freeze. He asked her to take them off.
He did not act rashly. After thinking for a while, he fed her two pills of medicine, took out the silver needle from one of her arms, and then removed the needles from both feet. "You can move your left hand. Faster."
"Thank you." She could move one hand, so she quickly took off her boots and socks, which were already wet.
He also laughed dumbly, but he didn't need to persuade him.
She cherishes her body very much.
She had just finished taking off her boots and then her clothes. He quickly stopped her: "Be careful."
Because there were silver needles on her arms, she reluctantly turned her back. When he saw it, it turned out that she was wearing a chinchilla skin back trimmed with bright red brocade. The fine gray fur on her back was also soaked by the weight of the snow. He was heartbroken.
Shen, the snow had just fallen for less than half a moment, and she had been frozen under the eaves for half an hour, unable to move. She was like this because she couldn't avoid the wind and snow.
A full half-quarter of an hour?
He helped her take off her leather back, took off his cloak, and pressed the inner part on her delicate feet to keep warm.
She lowered her head and looked at the green velvet jacket with a double-breasted pattern underneath.
"Okay." He stopped. She immediately lay down in front of him: "Quick."
"..." He sighed and looked at her. Of course she knew he was a man, but she was about 40 to 50 percent sure of Liu Ruhai's character.
——She must still be of use to him.
To prevent her from frostbite, he inserted the silver needle back into the acupuncture point: "Don't move."
This time, the acupuncture points were different. She felt that her limbs were restrained, and she was lying sleepily in the soft fur of the carriage, unable to move at all.
Liu Ruhai smiled and looked at her with hazy eyes. She was indeed very courageous.
Or was she just testing him?
"It may be a bit repetitive. How do you feel? Is it cold?"
She was not cold, and her limbs were stiff. She felt that the stiff paralysis was spreading again. It seemed that even her tongue was completely frozen.
She looked at the roof of the car.
"I...still have some...money, which is in the hands of Chen...mother. Please help me give it to...my parents."
He chuckled.
"You don't have to answer to me." He smiled, "I'm still here, but you can't die."
She made no sound.
Anyway, it has been explained.
She originally thought that maybe she wouldn't die. But if she didn't speak again, her tongue might freeze and she wouldn't even be able to tell where she put the money.
She spoke with all her strength, but even she couldn't hear her own voice, and she didn't know if he heard it.
"Go to sleep." He injected another needle on her head.
She gradually closed her eyes, leaving only a trace of clarity in her mind.
He felt her pulse and felt it keenly. He looked at her sleeping in astonishment. Then he saw that his silver needles were inserted all over her head and limbs.
He pondered slightly, took two more needles, and slowly inserted them into the acupuncture points on the soles of her feet.
He used bitter medicated oil to rub her feet softly. He felt that the skin under his hands had countless scars. But he must have used the best medicine to make the skin delicate and smooth. He took his hand back and put it on his hands again.
On her veins.
She is still on guard.
It's even possible to attack him.
——Is this the ultimate master who practices the Nine Transformations of the Netherworld? He was unable to fully detect her twelve energy meridians when she was almost defenseless.
"General manager?" the coachman asked quietly. This was originally placed by him in Eunuch Huang's house.
With such a good opportunity, wouldn't it be best to immediately hide the Qingluo female ghost in a secret room and imprison her? Prince Yan's Mansion has already heard the secret report about Fushou Dan and is eager to get the medicine.
He sighed. Although King Yan was seriously ill, he gradually improved after his treatment. However, as soon as the Fushou Pill prepared by the Qingluo female ghost and the medical ghost Chen Ming came out, many princes and princes were ready to take action.
He couldn't even tell whether it was a trap for her to make the longevity pill and stop him here suddenly to get into his car.
Before he came out of Huang Laodang's house, he relied on his connections to secretly go into the palace wall with the imperial doctor to inspect the body of a eunuch who died in recent days.
I heard that the Marquis of Nankang was reprimanded by His Majesty for the same incident last time. This is no longer like an accidental negligence during the inspection. Could it be that the culprit had a well-planned plan and intended to assassinate?
He thought thoughtfully and ordered: "Go to Chengfu Temple." She probably wanted to seek medical treatment from Master Miaolian.
"Yes, manager."
In the inner courtyard of Chengfu Temple, Master Huiming walked into the tunnel alone carrying a food box.
Then she heard a strange howl coming from deep in the tunnel. Inside the locked iron door, there was a zombie-like figure of a bhikshuni, dancing slowly.
She gradually woke up amidst the swaying of the carriage.
The dim Qibao light was still in front of me, and with him beside me, the carriage was still walking without knowing where it was heading.
"I used to..." She suddenly said half a sentence again, feeling able to speak, and sighed happily.
In this weather before, she could ride her horse for three days and three nights to chase the murderer. When the snow was too heavy, she stopped in a cave, and together with Su Jintian, they lit a big fire in a cave on the outskirts to dry all the soaked clothes.
When I came back, I was still alive and kicking.
The car stopped in front of the temple gate and then drove into the carriage corridor inside the gate. He raised his hand and finally picked up all the silver needles.
"Okay. I'll help you, or you should do it yourself."
"...I'll come." She sat up halfway, leaned against the car wall, and looked down at the copper hand stove in her arms. She heard
The cold wind outside the carriage howled, and the Qibao lamp swayed slightly. She tried it, rubbing her pale feet with both hands. The light reflected the light on her forehead, and she rubbed her feet with sweat until they were warm enough. Then she huddled up in her leather skirt.
The child held the stove in his hands.
Fortunately, I didn't feel frostbite.
He just pretended not to see him: "I've asked someone to borrow some clothes and shoes for you. Just wait a moment."
She nodded and finally warmed her feet. He poured out the medicinal oil and slowly kneaded her hands and fingers.
After a while, I heard footsteps approaching, and someone knocked on the wall of the car: "Donor Liu."
It was a woman's voice. He opened the leather curtain of the car door and handed her wet leather back to the little nun outside to dry. He turned around and she saw a set of clean socks and clothes and a gray cloth in his hand.
Nun's coat with slanted lapels.
"There is no charcoal fire in the room outside, so it may not be warmer than inside the carriage in a hurry." He asked her to put on her coat first.
"Mr. Liu, you are quite brave now." Perhaps to reduce her worries, she put on her gray cotton coat and net socks. She buttoned the diagonal buttons under her neck and chatted with him.
He laughed and said, "What do you mean?" He didn't touch her when she was sleeping. Was he still afraid that she would kill him?
She was dressed plainly, and her face never liked applying makeup. It looked like jade under the lamp. The bandage on her forehead was covered with medicine. It looked like she had been in the monastery with her hair spread all over the floor. She turned her eyes.
Looking at him, the lights in her eyes were dazzling. She smiled and said, "I heard that Mr. Liu, you went to the palace wall to check the body?"
He was not surprised, as the news had indeed spread. He leaned back and smiled: "It's a family friend who asked me to go and have a look."
But the wound he saw was that there was only one murderer. He looked at Cao Xiwan.
The murderer was the Qingluo female ghost.
That sword was the ghost thorn in the Nine Transformations of the Netherworld. If it were her, could she have secretly entered the forbidden palace to assassinate the emperor?