Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

Du Qingheng immediately wiped off the scum on his lips, and Hao swallowed the pills in his hand without hesitation, and then lay motionless on the bed.

Yanyan put away her snacks, put them into her bag, looked at Du Qingheng with a sad expression, her eyes worried.

"Mother, wake up." Yanyan said with a crying tone, looking at the woman on the bed with tears in her eyes.

Feng Xuanche, who had just walked in from the dowager's palace, brought Hanshuang in from the outside, and was a little annoyed when he saw such a scene.

"Why are you crying? People are not dead yet." Feng Xuan Che's eyes were impatient, and his voice was icy.

Yanyan, who was crying, couldn't help shuddering when she heard it, and turned around hurriedly, and saw the emperor with a gloomy face, saluting eagerly.

"Slaves see the emperor."

"Get up." Feng Xuanche was followed by a group of imperial doctors. Just after eating and drinking, he saw the emperor enter the door, so scared that the snack in his mouth almost choked himself.

"Get out."

"Yes."

Feng Xuan Che walked in, sitting in a chair on one side, his face gloomy.

"The emperor..." The emperor Wei knelt on the ground, and heard the emperor's thin lips lightly open when he wanted to say anything.

"But what did you find?"

The doctor Wei was startled, slightly hesitating, but he didn't dare to speak, he stopped talking.

"Just say if you have anything." Feng Xuanche didn't want to stay here for a moment, he just wanted to be with Du Xuechun.

"The emperor, the illness of the concubine of the concubine is probably not due to her body. From the view of the minister, it seems that she has been hit by the witchcraft technique." The physician Wei offered his hand, his forehead covered with sweat.

"The Art of Witch Gu?"

As soon as Feng Xuanche's words fell, the corner of the woman's mouth with her eyes closed on the bed was slightly cocked.

"Nonsense, how could there be these things in the palace? I have already said that these things are forbidden." Feng Xuan Che heard this, and slammed the tea cup beside him to the ground, his tone sullen.

"What the imperial doctor said is not unreasonable. Let the concubines try."

Feng Xuan Che, who was getting angry, heard a gentle female voice outside the door, and the anger on his face was also loosened.

The imperial doctor kneeling on the ground was relieved secretly without the pressure of the emperor's Longwei.

"Why are you here?" Looking at the bright yellow figure at the door, his tone became gentle.

Du Xuechun glanced at the woman lying on the bed without a trace, clenched his hands into fists without a trace, his eyes flickered, and then looked at the man in front of him.

"The concubine thought for a long time, and felt that the illness of Concubine Liang was indeed a little strange, so she went to Yinzhen specially. If the concubine Liang's sister does not wake up, it is likely to be the witchcraft art. What the doctor Wei said is not true. No reason."

As he said, he motioned Mingying to come over, holding a delicate box with a sharp silver needle lying in it.

"Well, it's okay to try." The cunning in Du Xuechun's eyes just saw it really, so she pinched her cheek without looking for a trace, with a face of pampering.

"Don't make trouble." It was really indecent to make such a move in front of so many people. His small face suddenly became blushing, and his eyes were still looking at the people kneeling on the ground.

"You go out, leave this to the queen to deal with."

"Yes." The emperor's words were like an amnesty, and he hurried out, fearing that he would be left behind if he walked slowly.

Now only Liangfei, the empress and Mingying lying still in the room.

"Mingying, put it down, you go out first." Du Xuechun looked at Du Qingheng who was lying there still, and the previously clenched hand loosened again.

"Yes, the slave servant retire." Putting down the silver needle in his hand, he stepped back.

Du Xuechun picked up the silver needle and walked over, put a few needles on Du Qingheng's acupuncture points, and pressed another acupuncture point on his head. Just when he was about to move the needle, a sweet smell came into her nose, and then the corner of her lips fell. Pull, the position of the lower needle has changed.

Du Qingheng felt that his body was abnormally hot, and his body seemed to be torn apart in general pain. The hands on both sides were tightly clenched into fists, clenching his teeth to prevent himself from making a sound.

Feng Xuan Che also noticed her strangeness at this time, looked at Du Xuechun's eyes with doting, and shook his head helplessly, as if he had seen the girl who used to be in love.

"The emperor, this liang concubine sister was really hit by the witchcraft technique, and the concubine's needles did not improve. Why don't you play it to the empress dowager, maybe she knows an expert."

Du Xuechun put away the silver needles in his hand, placed them neatly one by one, looking at the man next to him tenderly on his face.

"These things are forbidden in the palace. I believe they won't happen. Could you have misunderstood it?" Feng Xuanche took her hand and hugged her in his arms, his amber eyes cast a blank glance. Woman on the bed.

Then she kissed the woman in her arms gently, smiling and affectionate in her eyes.

There was no one in the room, but such behavior was always bad. Du Xuechun shyly punched his shoulder, and then pretended to be displeased.

"What does the emperor mean?"

"Your acupuncture method has always been good, and I have believed it. It would be better to pass this set of acupuncture methods to the imperial physician and let the imperial physician diagnose and treat the concubine of the concubine. You will get it for three days.

Feng Xuanche simply loved her shy appearance, holding her slender fingers in the palm of his hand, and constantly stroking.

"That's good, everything is up to the emperor."

The two of them decided Du Qingheng's fate these days. Du Qingheng who was lying on the bed couldn't wait to yell at him at this time, but he couldn't, so he could only endure silently in his heart and put the account on Du Xuechun's head.

For several days, Du Qingheng suffered from the pain of this silver needle. Every time it came to Chen, it was her nightmare moment.

Three days later, when the queen mother heard the emperor's meaning, she sent someone to invite the master to come back, do the trick for her, and find out the location of the witchcraft art by the way.

After Du Xuechun heard this, with a cold mouth, he led everyone out, watching how this ‘superior’ was doing.

There was such a thing in the harem, and all the female relatives were curious, more want to watch the excitement, standing in the side hall of the concubine, watching this ‘superior’ practice.

"The queen is here." A sharp voice from the **** came from outside the door, and the other concubines standing in the courtyard saw a yellow figure, kneeling on the ground to salute.

"Free gift."

"Thank you Empress Empress."

Du Xuechun looked at the expert on the opposite side who was opening the altar. He was wearing a white robe and a jade crown on his head. He was dancing and dancing with the peach wood sword in his hand, which was a bit of fairy style.

"Go." The dancing peachwood sword was placed in the palm of his hand, and the peachwood sword pointed to the southeast.

"The place is in the southeast. May I ask the empress, who lives in this southeast?" The Taoist priest put down the peach wood sword in his hand, holding the compass in his hand, and walked to Du Xuechun.

Du Xuechun looked at the Taoist priest in front of him, with his gray hair and long beard, but those yin and prey eyes had destroyed the feeling of immortality.

"It's the palace of the concubine."

The red lips lightly opened, and a hint of coolness passed by under his eyes.

The Concubine Xian, who was suddenly named, was taken aback, looked at the so-called "superior" in disbelief, and her face suddenly turned pale.