The Little Medical Concubine of the God of War

The north was already chilly, but Ji Xiaoyao felt colder today.

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On the mountain dozens of miles away from the capital, the corpses in the mountain were already rancid, and the whole mountain had a rancid smell that could not dissipate.

Jiangnan

Things did not develop as Ji Xiaoyao imagined. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River has not stopped in the past few days, and it is always drizzling, which is even more depressing.

Yun Ziyue watched the smoky rain and misty weather outside the big tent.

Turning back to Mo Jinyao, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

The face of Mo Jinyao on the bed in the big tent was a little red, but it was not a normal red. He seemed to have a fever, but his body was still so cold that he was lying on the bed now with two layers of quilts.

"I've been here all these years, I've long been used to it." Mo Jinyao downplayed, as if he was not talking about himself.

"…"got used to? When it rains, it starts to get cold, and the cold bones hurt. You say you are used to it? How can it be used?

"Princess, the herbs are all bought." Ye Po opened the curtain of the big tent and walked in. When there was no one, he still liked to call Princess Yun Ziyue instead of Young Master Yue.

Yun Ziyue hurriedly took the herbal medicine in Amber’s hand over the night and took a look at it. They were all the herbal medicines she was looking for. She took out the silver needles she carried with him one by one, grinds these herbal medicines, and heated the juice. When the juice was boiling, the silver needle was immersed in it, and some bottles were taken out of the bottles and cans that he carried and poured into it. Ye Po looked blankly at the pot that was still green and slowly turned into something. The yellow color finally turned to cyan again, which was very magical.

Yun Ziyue's eyes did not change at all, she threw the twenty-two silver needle, which was slightly longer than the ordinary silver needle, into the cyan liquid. The cyan liquid suddenly began to swirl, and after a while, it began to become scarce. Ye Po was just surprised, and now Ye Po was startled to drop her chin. How do you look at this thing, it didn't look like a normal medical technique, but rather a magic technique.

If the person in front of him was Yun Ziyue, the prince’s princess, then Ye Po probably had already run away with the prince. He really couldn’t understand why the princess had so many things before the princess did not marry the prince. She's just a boudoir girl, she didn't even get out of the gate of the prime minister's mansion, but there were more than them. Yun Ziyue didn't explain to him, he explained these things to an ancient person, can it be explained? Did you tell Ye Po that this thing is chemistry?

After waiting for a while, Yun Ziyue took out the silver needle, but there was an extra layer of cyan on the silver needle now, as if it was attached to the surface, and as if it had been integrated into the silver needle.

Ye Po couldn't help but asked,

"Wang Hao, what is this? It looks like..." What a strange look.

Ye Po couldn't say anything.

Yun Ziyue smiled and said, "It's right to not harm your prince."

Ye Po was taken aback, and quickly said, "Wang Hao forgive me, that's not what my subordinates meant."

"Get up, this concubine didn't blame you, this thing really looks hard to describe."

Ye Po dared to ask, it proved that he was loyal to Mo Jinyao, and no one could hurt Mo Jinyao. Of course, she liked to see such a situation.

Yun Ziyue looked at Mo Jinyao lying on the bed, and said to Ye Po, "Go out and guard, don't let anyone in."

"Yes, Princess." Ye Po got up and went out.

Mo Jinyao looked at the beautiful woman who came to him step by step. Although she was very cold and painful, she was very happy. Yun Ziyue has such majesty and charm that can make people convinced her and can't help wanting. Trust her, trust her.

"Get up, take off your clothes." Yun Ziyue just looked at him like that, not a little embarrassed.

Mo Jinyao finally couldn't help but smile, "Little girl, how do you look like a bandit in your tone and posture?"

At this moment, Yun Ziyue was holding a bag with silver needles in one hand and something that looked like a knife in the other. She looked at him condescendingly, like a prostitute.

Yun Ziyue glared at him, "It seems that the prince doesn't hurt anymore, so forget it."

Mo Jinyao stopped talking, opened the quilt, took off his clothes, and turned his back to Yun Ziyue.

For a while, Yun Ziyue didn't move. Just when Mo Jinyao was puzzled, Yun Ziyue finally spoke.

"Take off your pants, too."

"Huh?" Mo Jinyao thought he had a hallucination.

"Take off your pants." Yun Ziyue repeated it again, adding at the end, "You also need an injection on your leg."

Mo Jinyao stopped talking and took off his pants obediently. Although the prince would do all kinds of things to enhance the relationship between the two people on weekdays, the prince Chen was still a virgin after all. It was the first time he took off his pants in front of a woman. Shy.

Looking at Mo Jinyao's uncomfortable expression, Yun Ziyue rolled his eyes and joked, "Is the prince shy?"

"Why? This king is shy?" Mo Jinyao's expression was very serious, if it weren't for the surprisingly slow movements of his hands, Yun Ziyue would really believe it.

"The troubled prince hurry up, the effect of the medicine will evaporate in a while."

"..." Mo Jinyao stopped speaking, and the movements on his hands became much faster.

The man finally took off his pants. This time it was Yun Ziyue's turn to feel uncomfortable. In the past, these patients had no difference in her eyes. They were all bodies. No one knew who had anything, but now Yun Ziyue finds it like this. The idea didn't hold up when looking at Mo Jinyao.

This man is not only perfect in his upper body, but also in his lower body. He has strong calves and strong thighs. Everything seems to have been polished carefully by the heavens. If someone says that he is an apple that has been eaten in half by God, then Mo Jinyao may It's the perfect apple, perfect.

Thinking of what he was going to do, Yun Ziyue spread out the silver needle in the bag, put something similar to a small knife next to the silver needle, rubbed his hands, and said to Mo Jinyao, "It may be very painful, you bear. Keep it up."

"Yeah." Mo Jinyao has not experienced any kind of pain for so many years, this pain is nothing.

But Mo Jinyao still underestimated the pain. When Yun Ziyue pierced the silver needles into the acupoints on his upper body, Mo Jinyao still didn't feel much, but when Yun Ziyue pierced the remaining eight silver needles into his leg Mo Jinyao finally understood what it means to be a little painful when he went to the acupuncture point.

The tendons on the entire thigh felt like a ball, even though Mo Jinyao tried his best to control it, he still felt the feeling of separation of flesh and blood.

"Huh...huh..." Mo Jinyao couldn't help but snorted, the blue veins on his head violently, but his entire face became very white.

Yun Ziyue didn't stop her movements,