The demon concubine of rebirth, you have been tricked by gl

The courtyard was in a mess, and the prefect watched the woman who fell from the sky break into the room where Her Highness the Princess and the Empress were staying, and kept shouting for help.

But the closed door was suddenly pulled open, the frowning Asu half-opened the door, showing a cold and stern face, she glanced at the magistrate, and hummed softly.

"What are you arguing about? This senior is an old acquaintance of His Highness. His Highness ordered you all to step back and stop making noise here."

After finishing speaking, A Su slammed the door with a cold face.

The magistrate was so frightened that he almost fainted in the past two days. Something happened to the empress, and Her Royal Highness was robbed by bandits. Just now, she almost thought it was an assassin.

A Su said that the woman was an old acquaintance of His Highness the Princess, and he was relieved, but he couldn't relax for a moment, rolled his eyes and legs, stared and passed out.

And inside the house.

The woman in white who came was saying goodbye.

She had been quietly following Fu An, but she never showed up.

When Yan Wanting saw Ci came, her gloomy eyes lit up a little, she stretched out her hand and grabbed Ci's hand, as if grasping a life-saving straw.

"Uncle, save Qiu Lian quickly."

Yan Wanting looked at Ci with his eyes, like a hungry traveler who saw an oasis in the desert and placed almost all his hopes on it.

He nodded.

"Well, let me do it."

From the moment she entered the door and said goodbye as if she didn't see Fu'an, she frowned slightly and walked beside Fu'an who was kneeling, and walked to the side of the bed.

Fuan didn't dare to look up at Ci, she knelt on the ground, sniffing the familiar cold fragrance of Ci, with mixed feelings in her heart, knelt aside and remained motionless.

After saying goodbye to Xia Qiulian's pulse diagnosis, he said calmly without looking back.

"Silver needle."

As soon as the words fell, Fuan got up immediately, walked to the table in two steps, opened her small medicine box, and took out a small cloth bag.

Inside is a row of silver needles that are much longer than a finger but thinner than a finger.

After lighting the red candle at the side, each silver needle needs to be slightly roasted on the kindling before being handed over to Ci.

Every injection of Ciluo is extremely slow, after identifying the acupuncture point, it seems that when the needle is pushed, it is greatly assisted.

After just two needles were placed on Xia Qiulian's arm, a thin layer of sweat already appeared on her forehead.

In fact, as long as you observe carefully, you can see clearly that the silver needle in Liao Ci's hand seems to be surrounded by a layer of transparent mist, gathering at the tip of the needle.

Fu'an handed Ci the needle, but looked at Ci with a worried expression from time to time.

What the master used was the method of the nine-point needle that the master taught the master before he left.

In fact, Fuan doesn't know much about this acupuncture method, but I just heard from the master that this acupuncture method is very dangerous for both the patient and the person performing the acupuncture.

On the body of the person who gave the acupuncture, a total of nine needles were placed on the nine acupuncture points, and each needle needs to be condensed to pure Qi.

In the past, he could only drop six needles at most before exhausting his whole body's qi. If he didn't drop the crucial ninth needle, all previous efforts would be wasted.

Yan Wanting also listened to Ci and talked about the acupuncture method created by her master, but Ci said that she had never succeeded in using this acupuncture method.

Even Shi Zu only succeeded once.

Yan Wanting held her breath, she clenched her fists and looked at Ci without blinking her eyes, she would be slightly relieved when the needle was given, but the next moment she was worried again.

This was probably the first time that she was so unconfident about Lie Ci, after all, he had never finished the ninth injection of Jiu Yi Tian Needle.

The eighth injection was placed between Xia Qiulian's brows, his face was already pale, and his figure was a little swaying.

When she got the last silver needle, her hands were trembling, she was not as calm as before, she took a deep breath with a heavy complexion and closed her eyes tightly.

He almost used up all the energy in his body, and finally managed to land the ninth needle on Xia Qiulian's neck after he said his words.

Just when the needle fell, Lie Ci, who was pale and exhausted, finally couldn't hold on, and staggered two steps before barely standing still.

Yan Wanting looked at Xia Qiulian's still pale and lifeless face, looked at Ci in a daze, and called softly.

"Uncle Master."

Liaoci looked tired, and said with strength.

"After tonight, tomorrow morning, I will pull out the silver needle. If the concubine concubine can wake up after the silver needle is pulled out, then the acupuncture method for this day will work. If not... I can't do anything .”

The meaning of resignation is to resign to fate.

Yan Wanting walked slowly to Xia Qiulian's side. She didn't dare to touch Xia Qiulian, but just sat beside her and looked at her quietly.

Fu'an closed the small medicine box and stood aside hesitantly, glanced at Xia Qiulian on the bed, and then said his words, his eyes dim and worried.

Yan Wanting reached out and gently grabbed Xia Qiulian's hand. She kept looking at Xia Qiulian and ordered softly without looking back.

"Fu'an, take Master Uncle to rest. A Su, you also retreat, and don't let anyone come near you without my palace's order."

"Yes."

A Su took the lead and walked out the door first.

Fuan hesitated for a while, but didn't move.

Liaoci glanced at her indifferently, then walked out slowly by himself.

Seeing Ci's footsteps were a little staggering, Fu An gritted his teeth, and couldn't help feeling distressed, walked over with the small medicine box on his back, reached out to support Ci's hand, and said in a low voice.

"Master, please walk slowly."

The magistrate's wife arranged for them to stay.

It's just that Yan Wanting's people can't be negligent, and there are not so many wing rooms in the mansion.

The magistrate's wife laughed with her, and took Fu'an and Liao to a wing room.

"You two distinguished guests, there are not many rooms in the mansion, so it is a pity that you two share one room."

She said nothing, and Fuan didn't dare to object. She supported Ci and sat down in the room.

Like a child who has done something wrong, Fu An obediently stood aside.

The tea on the table was the hot tea that had just been served, Liao Ci lifted the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Fu An, then motioned Fu An to sit down.

"Where's your uncle?"

In just half a month, Fu An, who used to be presumptuous in front of Ci, restrained a lot. She carefully looked at Ci's expression, then obediently sat down beside Ci, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Uncle Master ran away halfway."

Han Qing, who was stunned, originally drove back to Zhu County with Yan Banting in the same carriage with her, but after Han Qing woke up halfway, he heard that Fu An said that Concubine Xian had fallen ill. her head.

Just sneaked away.

Nodding her head, she naturally knew that Han Qing had sneaked away, or sneaked under her nose.

She didn't look at Fu'an, but just played with the teacup gently.

"Why don't you go with her."

Hearing this, Fu An lowered her head in disappointment, tears began to flow in her gloomy eyes again, she sniffled and cried in aggrieved and self-blaming voice.

"Master, I was wrong. The smoke in the concubine's concubine is mine, and I gave it to them."

In the past, whenever Fuan cried, no matter how angry she was, she couldn't help feeling sorry for her, but this time she resisted the urge to hold Fuan tightly in her arms, and just looked at her and said softly.

"I know."

Fuan sobbed, crying more and more wronged and sad.

"If something happens to Concubine Xian, what should I do?"

Leo sighed softly.

I couldn't bear Fu'an crying, but I couldn't bear to comfort her.

This time, even after saying goodbye, she herself was not sure whether Xia Qiulian would wake up.

Fuan cried for a long time but did not see Ci comfort. She Lihua raised her head with rain, but she did not look at Ci when she saw Ci, and was drinking tea with her head down.

She was wronged before, but now she was even more wronged. She groaned while crying, then turned her head and threw herself on the bed, crying even more sadly lying there.