The female general was reborn in the enemy's house? They all die!

Three days passed in a flash.

The palace was filled with the lush scenes of spring.

It was almost noon, and the warm sunshine shone through the window, giving the whole room a golden hue.

Beside the exquisite bed, a young girl was concentrating on selecting silver needles.

After a while, she finally chose one that was the right length.

Contented, her cherry lips slightly raised, making her already fair and petite face even more lively.

But until the moment she inserted the needle, the sharpness in her eyes was very different from her well-behaved appearance.

After a while, the arms of the person on the couch were filled with silver needles that she had carefully selected.

She began to rest her chin on her hand and looked at the person in front of her in deep thought.

"This method is quite powerful."

She whispered to herself, "If she doesn't wake up, it will really ruin my reputation as Feng Xing'er."

Then, she leaned in closer to take a closer look at the person on the couch, and whispered, "In terms of appearance, she really doesn't look like my aunt at all, but the skills in her meridians and her unyielding temper really make it impossible to doubt her."

The more Feng Xing'er thought about it, the heavier her eyelids became. She didn't notice at all that the person on the couch had quietly moved two fingers.

Not until she fell completely asleep did the person on the couch slowly open his eyes.

"Uh......"

Rong Sheng wanted to sit up, but she found that both her arms were pierced with needles. The dense and swollen feeling forced her to lie down again.

"It must be that the Black Soul Stone absorbed too much evil energy and it backfired on me."

At the same time, her mind gradually became clear, and she finally figured out why she fainted in the hall that day.

"But there is indeed no evil spirit in my body now."

Rong Sheng felt the smoothness of his meridians. The more he thought about it, the more strange it felt. "Unless it is a master with superb medical skills, how could it be possible to completely dispel this evil spirit."

As she thought silently, she raised her hand to study the direction of the silver needle.

"It really is the work of an expert!"

Rong Sheng sighed secretly, inwardly amazed at the exquisite skill of the needlework.

She couldn't help but move her face closer, and suddenly found that the needle movement was somewhat familiar.

Just like... just like the Feng family...

As his eyes moved, Rong Sheng noticed Feng Xing'er dozing off beside the couch.

She was stunned, and the feeling of déjà vu became stronger.

This woman's appearance...

He has curved eyebrows and a turned-up nose, just like his uncle Feng.

"This is Xing'er?"

Rong Sheng's eyes were fixed on Feng Xing'er's face, and after a moment she finally remembered.

Feng Xing'er is the youngest child of her mother's younger brother.

She remembered that in her previous life, she had hugged this cousin who was nearly ten years younger than her.

"Xing'er..."

Rong Sheng murmured to himself, feeling filled with emotion.

I didn't expect that it would be a lifetime before I would see my relatives from the Feng family again.

The once chubby little girl has now grown into such a graceful and elegant lady.

She subconsciously looked at the silver needle on her arm again: "It seems that she is indeed gifted. At such a young age, she can use the Feng family's medical skills to perfection."

After a while, Rong Sheng's turbulent emotions finally calmed down.

But suddenly I realized something was wrong.

She had always instructed Wu Lin to look for the Feng family.

But after searching for half a year, there was still no result.

But now, Feng's cousin appeared before his eyes alive.

So who found the Feng family?

Full of doubts, Rong Sheng raised his hand and touched Feng Xing'er's arm to try to wake her up.

"Ouch, don't touch me..."

"Mmm, it smells so good..."

Who would have thought that Feng Xing'er was eating a delicious chicken leg in her dream at this moment, so how could she be willing to wake up.

"Alas, you are still as greedy as when you were a kid."

Rong Sheng shook his head helplessly, and finally decided to use his teeth to pull out the silver needle bit by bit.

But after all, there are dozens of needles, and it is really time-consuming to pull them out one by one with teeth.

Before I knew it, it was noon.

As the beads of sweat the size of beans slid down Rong Sheng's forehead, the last silver needle was finally pulled out by her.

"Oh, it's really tiring..."

Rong Sheng wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked down.

I found that Feng Xing'er was still lying quietly on the couch, with no intention of waking up.

She couldn't help but laugh: "Although this child is a girl, she can eat and sleep well. It seems that the Feng family should not be living a hard life after retirement."

Rong Sheng thought silently and moved slowly, afraid of waking Feng Xinger.

But as soon as her feet touched the ground, a palace maid came in and made all her efforts go to waste.

"God—"

The palace maid walked in calmly carrying a tray of snacks, but when she saw Rong Sheng, who had been in a coma for many days, standing up alive and well, she was so shocked that she screamed out immediately.

"You, you're awake!"

After this call, Feng Xing'er finally woke up reluctantly from her dream.

"Who is shouting? I haven't even finished my chicken drumstick yet!"

Feng Xing'er pouted unhappily, rubbed her sleepy eyes and muttered.

"It was my fault that I lost my temper. Please forgive me, Miss Feng."

The maid put the snacks on the table and apologized.

Feng Xing'er's expression softened after hearing this. "Forget it, leave now."

But when she turned around to get some snacks, she was startled by Rong Sheng who was staring at her from behind.

"Yun, cousin Yun'er!"