Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Xue Yun took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"Weichen visit the emperor."

"..."

Zhu Feng still didn't look up at her, and didn't even move the hand holding the memorial.

Just be quiet, and then said in a deep voice: "Do what you should do."

"……Yes."

Xue Yun slowly got up from the ground, put the medicine box on a small table aside, opened it, and took out the same things he needed to detoxify at this stage.

After taking out a silver needle from the needle bag, after disinfection, Xue Yun walked to him.

He whispered: "The emperor, the ministers must administer acupuncture at the emperor's Yifeng, Jiaosun, and Shenmen acupoints, supplemented by medication. Detoxification at this stage will affect the emperor's daily mind and dreams..."

Zhu Feng said lightly: "You said it last time."

"..."

Xue Yun was taken aback for a moment, and then he remembered that before he planned to transport him the needle last time, he seemed to have said something similar.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Feng still remembers.

Her face was a little red.

The patient still remembers what she said, but she herself forgot.

Not only did she forget, but after she finished speaking these words, she gave up on administering the needle to detoxify him...

Thinking about it now, he didn't cut his head on the spot, and he was really magnanimous.

Thinking of this, she sighed lightly, took the silver needle and walked to his stretched hand. After convicting the crime, she gently stretched out her hand and stroked his head for a while, and she recognized the acupuncture points.

Zhu Feng is also waiting for her to get the needle.

But after waiting for a while, the pain of the silver needle piercing the acupuncture point did not come as expected, and Zhu Feng's brows frowned slightly.

It was the same last time.

He said in a deep voice, "Why, do you want to say'forget it' to me again?"

Xue Yun originally stood behind him because the scene was so familiar to her that she was a little lost, but she didn't expect that Zhu Feng would say so coldly.

She hurriedly said, "No, it's not."

"Then why is the needle so delayed?"

"Weichen..."

Xue Yun said softly: "Weichen only has one thing, and I dare to ask the emperor."

"what's up?"

She bit her lower lip and whispered: "Why the emperor, why should the imperial minister be sentenced to the hospital?"

"..."

Zhu Feng was silent for a while.

He hasn't looked back, even holding the memorial just now in his hand, but at this moment, I don't know whether his attention is still on the memorial.

After a while, he said, "Why, don't you want me to impose you on the sentence of the hospital?"

"..."

"Or, what other ‘name’ do you want me to give you?"

Xue Yun's heart beat as soon as he heard the word "name".

Subconsciously said: "No, I dare not."

At this time, Zhu Feng slowly turned his head to look at her.

The two are so close, even if Xue Yun keeps his head down again, the panic and bewilderment in her eyes is still unobstructed by him.

She said softly: "Weichen never dare to have such wishful thinking."

Zhu Feng's eyes flickered.

He turned his head slowly again, as if nothing had happened, and said calmly: "Since there is no wishful thinking, then don't ask anymore. I still said that, do what you should do."

"……Yes."

Xue Yun responded softly.

She took a deep breath, looked for the acupuncture points on his body, and slowly pierced the silver needle with cold light into his body.

A pang of pain suddenly struck.

"...!"

Although he was mentally prepared, Zhu Feng frowned.