Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 10
Zhao Wujiang looked around, he saw a crowd of kneeling people.

"Get up! Hurry up and prepare the medicine and deliver it to my residence."

Zhao Wujiang was about to leave, and he had to give Wu Meiniang an injection tomorrow.

He walked a few steps, seemed to remember something, turned around and ordered: "Pharmacist Chen's second-class pharmacist, you must..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Teng knew that this person belonged to Zhao Wujiang, and immediately smiled obsequiously: "Understood, don't worry, my lord, I will do it now!"

Zhao Wujiang nodded, and left without looking back.

Imperial Physician Chen made a bow from a distance, full of gratitude in his heart.

Zhao Wujiang returned to his residence, looked at the medicinal materials full of them, and began to make alchemy.

These pills can become one of my future means.

……

Day two.

Zhao Wujiang wiped the silver needle, slung the medicine box across his shoulders, covered his sleeves with both hands, and walked through the deep palace.

He looked calm, with a faint smile on his unusually handsome face.

Outside Zhaoyi Palace.

"Hello Eunuch Zhao!"

The two maids saluted him with joy in their tone.

Zhao Wujiang returned the salute without stopping.

These two maids were the ones he had rescued from the nurse in charge yesterday.

"Eunuch Zhao is so handsome and has a good temperament!"

"That's right, people are kind-hearted, if you can confront Eunuch Zhao..."

"Pinger, you are not ashamed... what are you thinking..."

"I... can I just think about it?"

The two maids were fighting with blushing faces, and there were bursts of coquettish smiles.

Zhao Wujiang crossed the threshold of Zhaoyi Palace and soon came to Wu Meiniang's bedroom.

He saw a graceful, charming, elegant and refined girl sitting on the steps, savoring a piece of delicate pastry.

"Sister Qing'er."

Zhao Wujiang greeted and sat beside Qing'er.

Qing'er held her chin, and gave a vague answer, her mouth kept on, like a little hamster eating.

"Little Zhao, do you want to eat?"

She took out a handkerchief, opened it carefully, and inside was a piece of delicate pale pink pastry.

"Thank you, sister Qing'er."

Zhao Wujiang was not too polite, grabbed the pastry, swallowed it in one gulp, didn't taste much, just thought it tasted good.

"You...how did you eat it?"

Qing'er frowned, pursed her lips, her face full of heartache.

"It's not Sister Qing'er, did you ask me if I eat?"

"Hmph, let me ask... don't you know how to be polite?" Qing'er pouted and said angrily, "I don't care, little Zhao, you will pay me!"

Zhao Wujiang leaned towards Qing'er, clinging to Qing'er's tender body, staring at Qing'er and said: "Sister Qing'er, tell me, how can I accompany you?"

Qing'er felt the breath coming from Zhao Wujiang's body, she blushed and got up quickly.

She stomped her feet angrily, and said coquettishly, "Stinky little Zhao, I'm ignoring you!"

Zhao Wujiang stood up, grabbed Qing'er's soft little hand, and stuffed a bottle of elixir into her hand.

"Don't worry, this is the sugar pill that I made for you last night without sleep, for beauty, beauty, tranquility and peace of mind."

Qing'er took the sugar pill, and when she heard what Zhao Wujiang said, her heart jumped for joy, but she still snorted and said with her mouth puffed out:

"I don't believe what you say! My mother taught me that your men's mouths are the most deceptive."

"Really, if I lie to you, punish me to become a real man."

A real man... Qing'er looked at Zhao Wujiang holding her hand, and the handsome face approaching, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dodged.

With the sound of her heart beating, she quickly pushed Zhao Wujiang away:

"Mother... Mother is still waiting for you, hurry up and go in!"

Zhao Wujiang smiled faintly.

He approached the door, knocked it twice, and said loudly: "Madam, little Zhao Zi is here to give the needle."

"come in."

A soft and boneless voice came from inside the door.

Zhao Wujiang frowned, he could hear the unhappiness in Wu Meiniang's voice.

He gently opened the door.

The phoenix couch is carved and embroidered with a phoenix, and the pale pink curtain hangs down.

Wu Meiniang was sitting in front of the dressing table by the window, her body was covered with a thin gauze, her back was graceful, and her round and plump buttocks were squeezed on the wooden stool.

Inside the bronze mirror, there was a charming and beautiful face, which was slightly sad at the moment.

Her figure, appearance and temperament are all impeccable. This is the future empress of the Tang Dynasty, Wu Meiniang!

Wu Meiniang turned her head and smiled, the room was instantly brighter.

"Little Zhao, come on!"

She walked to Fengta, took off the light gauze, and lay down on Fengta's embroidered quilt.

Zhao Wujiang took out the needle cloth, and pulled out the silver needle soaked in medicine.

Wu Meiniang was lying on the embroidered quilt at the moment, with her eyes closed and her expression peaceful, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly.

The graceful figure was exposed to Zhao Wujiang's eyes, his skin was snow-white, and when viewed from behind, part of the white softness was squeezed out.

"Your Majesty, Little Zhao is about to start."

"Ah."

When Wu Meiniang heard the words, she responded softly.

On Wu Meiniang's soft and slender waist, there are two shallow dimples. Zhao Wujiang took out a silver needle and gently inserted it into the acupuncture points in the waist dimples.

"Hmm~"

Wu Meiniang snorted, her voice charming.

Zhao Wujiang twirled the silver needles so that they could be stably inserted into the acupoints.

After a while, he didn't continue to insert.

"What's the matter? Little Zhao?" Wu Meiniang opened her eyes, and the eyes were full of water.

"Returning to the empress, there are still some acupuncture points, Xiao Zhao is a little bit inaccurate in exploring, and hastily applied the needle, fearing to hurt the empress's phoenix body.

Only by groping and searching, can we continue to give acupuncture accurately, but the empress is a body of ten thousand gold, so little Zhao Zi dare not..."

Wu Meiniang's pretty face flushed when she heard this, how could a woman's waist be groped at will.

But little Zhao Zi is just a little eunuch...Wu Meiniang comforted herself again, and then said lightly: "It's okay, it's important to treat the disease with acupuncture."

"As ordered."

Zhao Wujiang took a deep breath, and touched Wu Meiniang's soft waist.

His hands were warm and moist like jade, and he slowly groped for them.

Wu Meiniang was trembling all over, her beautiful face was dyed pink with joy and anger.

...

Zhao Wujiang inserted needles slowly, and the humming sound kept echoing in Fengta.

Just like the acupuncture before, ten silver needles are inserted each time, nine of them are inserted shallowly, and the last needle is used to fix the acupoint, so the strength and depth will naturally be greater.

"Your Majesty, worry, depression, stagnation in the body, can't last long, otherwise it will easily hurt the root.

Xiao Zhaozi saw that his mother was frowning today. I don't know if there is something on his mind? "

Zhao Wujiang asked intentionally.

This woman, if you want to handle her, you still need to talk more.

Wu Meiniang's eyes were sleepy, and she caught a glimpse of Zhao Wujiang's handsome appearance from the corner of her eye.

"Little Zhao Zi is always so caring, unlike Qing'er, who knows how to eat and drink in a day, who is heartless..."

Wu Meiniang gently parted her red lips:
"It's okay to tell you, I'm worried about today's harem poetry meeting."

(End of this chapter)