Heretic Doctor Zihou

"Returning to the Queen, a few days ago, Wei's Zihou from General Zhonglie's Mansion insulted the Seventh Prince in the crowd. He said that His Highness the Seventh Prince is..." Feng Yuanzheng paused when he said this, his expression a little embarrassed.

"But it's okay!" Zhen Xuan shouted with a cold face, as if a trace of sullenness appeared in her voice.

"It is said that His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince is a shameless and nasty villain. The demon girl, I don't know what method was used to make all those people believe her. Now, the reputation of the Seventh Prince has been greatly affected."

Zhen Xuan turned her head to look at Chu Yixuan with an ugly face, as if to verify something.

"Mother, what General Feng said is true." Chu Yixuan nodded, his face dark. "Not only that, yesterday, Wei's Zihou even stopped the child from the house, and even released the spirit beast to kill the child!" Chu Yixuan said, the hatred in his eyes grew stronger.

"Unreasonable! Then Wei's Zihou is so bold!" After Chu Yixuan's admission, Zhen Xuan rose to the scene, her beautiful face raging to the sky.

"Auntie, you have to decide for Xin'er!" Seeing Zhen Xuan was in a state of anger, the corners of her mouth under Zhen Kexin's veil evoked a fierce arc. She looked at Zhen Xuan with misty eyes, and walked up to Zhen Xuan a few steps, with tears in her eyes and a sad expression on her face.

"Xin'er, what's the matter with you? Why are you wearing a veil?" As an aunt, Zhen Xuan is extremely affectionate to this niece, Zhen Kexin. Seeing that Zhen Kexin was wearing a veil today and her expression was bitter, she frowned slightly and asked inexplicably.

"Aunt, Wei's Zihou is really arrogant and does not put you in your eyes at all. When she learned that she insulted Yixuan's cousin, Xin'er wanted to find her theory, but she not only refused to listen, but also beat her heart. After a meal. She even threatened that even if your aunt goes there, she will not miss it!" Zhen Kexin said, and a poisonous light flashed across her slightly drooping eyes, and her eyes were still moist when she raised them again. She slowly lifted her veil, revealing her swollen cheeks.

"Queen Empress, you also have to be the master for your ministers." Feng Yuanzheng wailed, thumped and knelt on the ground, with a distressed look, "Wei Zihou ruined my family's Meier's appearance, and also abolished my house. Yong'er, make him inhumane. I went to the Wei family theory yesterday, and I didn't expect that the old guy Wei Guoting not only did not apologize, but even fought us!"

"What a Wei family, what a Wei Zihou!" Zhen Xuan's exquisite makeup is already ugly at this time. The cold light in her eyes flickered, as if poisoned.

"The queen mother, since the Wei family is so arrogant and arrogant and defiant, should they send someone to copy their Zhonglie Mansion and give them the whole family to be executed?" Chu Yixuan suggested.

"No!" Even though she was gritted with anger, Zhen Xuan still remained calm.

"Why?" Chu Yixuan frowned and asked eagerly.

"Your father won't agree." Zhen Xuan shook her head, and only said one sentence without further explanation.

Although Chu Yixuan didn't understand, Feng Yuanzheng, an old fox who was injured in the officialdom, had his eyes darkened and he knew it clearly.

The Zhen family is now in full swing, and if it continues to develop, there is a faint tendency to exceed the imperial power. The emperor is worried that no other forces will appear to suppress the development of the Zhen family and maintain a balance. Now, the sudden rise of the Wei family is exactly what the emperor wants to see, how could the emperor deal with the Wei family?

"Don't worry about the Wei family for now, as for Wei's Zihou..." Zhen Xuan smiled coldly, a trace of disdain in her poisoned eyes was hidden behind her arrogance, "In a few days, it will be an annual feast of flowers. She gets it. When the time comes, my palace will take a personal visit. My palace will want to see what the origin of this Wei Zihou is!"

A feast of flowers?

Zhen Kexin's eyes lit up when she heard the words.

She remembers that at the Hundred Flowers Feast last year, Wei's Zihou had a lot of ugliness at the feast. As for this year, she does not believe that a person has changed so much. Even though Wei's Zihou is much more beautiful and smarter than before, there are limits to one person's changes, isn't it?

The Feast of Hundred Flowers is not only more than beautiful, but also a grand gathering of talent and strength than literary talent. She prepares well and will definitely make Wei's Zihou embarrassing and even famous!

"Brother, if there is no accident, your legs will respond after the third pass of acupuncture. At that time, the medicinal bath will not be needed. As long as you cooperate with acupuncture and other rehabilitation training, I believe that your brother's legs It will be restored soon!" Wei Zihou laid the leather-wrapped purple bamboo array on the table next to the couch, and his eyes fell on Wei Ziyu with confidence.

"I believe in my sister." Wei Ziyu lay on the couch, raising his lips and smiling, his gentle and handsome face was soft.

He believed in Zihou, unconditionally. But, having said that, even if the final result is failure, he will never be depressed again. Because of Zihou, he gradually understood a lot and saw a lot. Even if he can't stand up in the future, he is relieved that at least he can watch his sister fly high and read the mountains and lakes for him.

Zihou stopped speaking, reduced the smile on his face, and focused on the purple bamboo needles according to the length of the needle, one by one on the various points of Wei Ziyu's legs.

Purple bamboo needles are made of nine-sectioned purple bamboo. Because it was born on the bank of the extremely cold cold lake and has a strong spiritual temperature, the effect of purple bamboo needles is obviously not comparable to that of ordinary silver needles.

When the purple bamboo needles were pierced into Wei Ziyu's flesh, the purple needles could be seen, the color gradually deepened, and finally turned black.

Several people in Wei Guoting didn't dare to disturb Zihou, but they were uneasy, so they all stood at the door of the room and looked at everything inside, feeling ups and downs.

"Grandpa, uncle, aunt." A low voice diverted several people's attention.

"Ye'er, why are you here?" Wei Shirong was taken aback when he saw the visitor, and asked in surprise.

"Ye'er heard about the things in the mansion, so I came here to take a look. Grandpa, uncle, you are so sad that Ye'er, Ziyu and Zihou such a big thing, do not tell Ye'er." His resolute and steady face showed a sad expression, and his tone was slightly lost.

"Ziyu's legs, what is the point of telling you before it is cured? As for the Zihou girl, why haven't you seen you care about her so much before?" Wei Guoting snorted coldly.

"Hehe, it's Ye'er's fault." Chu Lingye laughed, and a bit of bitterness flashed across his deep eyes.

"Father, don't be angry with Ye'er, he also has difficulties!" Wei Shirong sighed, his face a little helpless.

"Hou'er is giving Yu'er acupuncture. Since Ye'er is here, just wait a while, and they will be fine soon." Zhao Xinrou smiled slightly, mediating the inexplicable atmosphere between his grandfather and grandson.

Chu Lingye smiled and nodded, his gaze fell on the slender figure through the open door with a pair of eyes thoughtfully.

As the purple bamboo needles gradually filled Wei Ziyu's legs, an inexplicable feeling slowly grew, gradually enlarged, and finally converged into a wave that hit Wei Ziyu's heart! The long-lost sense of familiarity caused Wei Ziyu's eyes to suddenly widen, and his face was full of shock.

"My legs... feel it." Compared to the slight reaction last time, the feeling this time was turbulent. He can clearly feel the pain of the silver needle entering the flesh, and even he can move his legs slightly!

This is something he has been thinking about for so many years but has never been able to do it!

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The public chapter is not easy. There are so many things written in two thousand words. Please be considerate. You can't write anything overnight, you have to pave the way, and how to write later... The Feast of Flowers is the introduction to the official appearance of the hero.