Chapter 41: Will you regret it

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Chapter 41: Will You Regret Your Marriage
Murong Jie raised his narrowed eyes, "Are you tired?"
Zi An replied subconsciously: "Tired!"
"Sit down if you're tired, you really have worked hard." Murong said with a grim look.
Zi An felt a little sorrowful and was indeed tired enough to sit in a chair next to him.
As soon as the was on the chair, Murong Jie raised his voice and said, "Who made you sit on equal foot with Ben Wang?"
Zi An stood up violently, looked around, and no chair was shorter than he was sitting.
"Sit on the ground!" Murong Jie stretched out his feet and clicked on the ground in front of him.
Zi An cursed secretly at the bottom of his heart, isn't that the sole of his feet?
She replied humbly and politely: "Your prince, your daughters are not tired, just stand."
"Not tired?" Murong Chi reached out and rubbed his temples. "It's just not tired, just come over and rub the shoulders of Ben Wang and press his head."
"Is the prince uncomfortable?" Although Zi An knew that he was deliberately embarrassing himself, but he had supported him from yesterday until now, and endured his unreasonable trouble.
"Headache!" Although Murong Jie teased her deliberately, it was really a headache.
His headache symptoms have been going on for more than two years. Each attack was after high-intensity deliberation. These two days were relatively busy. In addition, there was something wrong with the morning dynasty. After the dynasty, he began to have headaches.
Zi An thought he was pretending, but looking at his face and lip color, he did have congestion.
What Chinese medicine is about is that pain doesn't work, but it doesn't hurt. People's bodies have various problems, many of which can be seen from their faces, eyes, lips and tongue.
Zi Anli thought that Murong Jie should be blocked by the cervical spine, causing blood to fail to supply the brain and triggering headaches.
She asked Grandma Yang, "Is there any medicine oil?"
Grandma Yang said: "The doctor should have mint cream, can it?"
"OK!" Zi An said.
When the royal doctor in the palace was fine on weekdays, he liked to get some gadgets. These ointments and oils were very popular with the harem concubine.
Grandma Yang took the mint cream and handed it to Zi An. Murong Qi frowned. "These things are useless. This king used them and didn't like the smell."
Zi Andao: "Useful and useless, I will know in a moment."
She turned back and said to Grandma Yang: "I still use a little wormwood in the middle of the night, and Grandma helps me to roll it up with oiled paper and keep it tight."
Murong Jie was about to say no, Zi An's fingers had fallen on his eyebrows, his fingers were separated, and he rubbed them on Zanzhu Cave.
The comfortable feeling spread from the top of the head, and Murong Jie's "no" word drowned in his throat.
"Strengthen more." Murong Jie said in an orderly manner.
Zi An explained: "This acupuncture point should not be too hard, don't worry, when it hurts you."
"You are more courageous," Murong said unpleasantly, but closed his eyes and enjoyed slowly.
Zi'an has entered the palace and has been a man with his tail in his arms. Now he can't say that there is no fear, but for the Regent, at least he can relax a little.
Therefore, she quoted the empress dowager, "Do not question your doctor."
Murong whispered, "Isn't it the mother's praise for you? I'm so proud of myself."
Zi An didn't speak, his fingers went around his temples, pressed hard a few times, then slid back along his neck, pulled the collar down a bit, but saw a scar on his right shoulder blade from behind his neck.
This scar is very dark in color. It is thought that the wound should be deep into the bone soon after being injured. From the shape, it should be a sword wound. There is some bruising around the wound area. Bruise.
Her fingers only stayed for a while, she dug some mint paste and applied it, and started massaging with fingering.
There are two lymphatic lines on his neck. His lymphatic line is very clogged and slightly bulged, no wonder he has a headache.
Zi'an pushed his lymph through his fingertips, and then pushed down from the back of his ear to the area of ​​Dazhui. As soon as she pushed it, Murong Jie said angrily: "You tap lightly."
Zi An pacified softly, "Hold on, the prince's lymph is very clogged. If it is not pushed through, it will continue to hurt."
Zi'an's voice is soft and soothing. This is the tone she always used to appease the patient, but when she heard it in Murongzhen, she felt a strange feeling.
This strange feeling made him feel uncomfortable even though he felt pain.
The queen and the concubine sat not far away, looking at this scene, she smiled, "Look at this young man, it's good, isn't it?"
The Queen Concubine looked at it, but her eyes were full of hatred. It was just that the Queen Mother said so, she was not easy to refute and said insincerely: "Her medical skills are very good."
"Yeah, both the court judge and the medical doctor said that A Xin was not saved, but one night, she let A Xin come back to life, perhaps, she is really a gentle successor."
"I'm afraid it's not," Gui Fei said lightly: "This government is rich in gold, and the door can't go out of the way. Where can it be a gentle successor? My sister had no opinion about this Xia Zi'an, but just confessed to her. Wen Yizhuan feels unhappy, and his character is not good. What good is the best medical technique? "
The Queen Mother waved her hand, "No, you are preconceived. With such a capable daughter-in-law, what else can you complain about?"
The words of the concubine's daughter-in-law, the muscles on her face twitched twice, and her eyes tightly locked Zi'an, her eyes resented like arrows, and she almost punctured several holes.
The intensity of these two eyes can be felt even by Lian Zi'an. She didn't look at it and knew that it was the Queen Concubine. Now in this palace, the people who would complain of her like this are the Queen Concubine except the Crown Prince, but the Crown Prince is not present. So it is none other than the noble concubine.
"Be attentive!" Murong Jie could tell from the intensity of her finger pressure that she was distracted. He opened his eyes and just saw Gui Fei staring at Zi An.
He slowly closed his eyes and said indifferently: "You just have to be yourself, and you don't need to worry about the things around you."
Zi An knew that he had something to say, but he didn't dare to talk about the marriage, but said softly, "Yes!"
Murong paused for a moment, and then said, "Your father asked someone to inquire about you in the palace."
Zi An's eyes were suddenly cold, his fingers froze for a moment, but then he continued to push, "The prince should not bow his head for a long time. The neck and head should be properly exercised. If you look at the fold, the time will be longer. Muscles and bones. "
Murong Jie's lips smirked, okay, tough enough, forbearing enough, smart enough, if he is an ordinary person who can't bear it, he has already told him about Xia Cheng's affairs, and he is trying to get backing.
Moreover, she should also know that to save King Liang now, any request she makes will be supported by the royal family within a reasonable range.
But she said nothing.
However, she is also very stubborn to talk about it, showing that she did not intend to whitewash.
"Xia Zi'an!" Murong Jie suddenly asked out loud, "If you are accused of marrying this king, will you regret it?"