"While still in the right guard camp, the general coughed and vomited blood. At that time, I thought the general was acting and didn't pay attention. The general asked me and Rong He to lead troops to support the Hu Mansion, so we went... The first time we arrived When I returned to camp, I learned that the general had fallen into a coma.”
In the main room, Wu Liang took off his helmet, his hair was messy, his head and face were covered with sweat, and his voice kept shaking when he spoke.
Cheng Yang was placed on the pear blossom couch, and Song Suiwen took his pulse and diagnosed him beside him.
Qing Lingyi stood side by side with Biwei and comforted Wu Liang softly, "It's okay. My senior brother is back. He has superb medical skills and will definitely be able to cure the general."
Song Suiwen heard this, and his finger to take the pulse trembled.
"Uh-huh……"
Cheng Yang made a weak call from the couch.
Song Suiwen was slightly stunned. He was still conscious after being poisoned like this?
"Yeah." Cheng Yang murmured again.
This time, the volume was increased, and Qing Lingyi heard it.
She stepped forward and squatted down in front of the couch facing Cheng Yang, "I'm here."
Hearing her voice, Chengyang opened his eyelids.
After staring at her quietly for a moment, he raised his hand, touched her cheek, and rubbed it gently.
Qing Lingyi grabbed the back of his hand and said, "Husband, my senior brother Song Suiwen is back. He is a famous miraculous doctor and he will cure you."
But Cheng Yang doesn't care about others.
Qing Lingyi turned to look at Song Suiwen, "Senior brother, what was the result of your pulse test just now?"
"Poisonous disease," Song Suiwen said, "If the evil poison is not cured, it will only get worse day by day."
"What should we do?"
Song Suiwen didn't even raise his eyelids and said: "Acupuncture."
"Acupuncture?"
"Yes," Song Suiwen signaled, "go and boil the Fuhui fruit into a decoction. After the acupuncture is finished, give it to General Cheng."
Qing Lingyi was about to get up.
"Fu Hui Guo?"
Cheng Yang spoke slowly and frowned slightly.
If I remember correctly, this thing is related to another man.
Qing Lingyi did not hide it, "Xu Yanshan has found it and asked someone to bring it to me."
Cheng Yang felt inexplicably unhappy, but for the sake of Uh-huh, he said, "That's really hard work for him."
Qing Lingyi patted the back of his hand and said, "Okay, I'm going to make some medicine. You listen to my senior brother."
"good."
Qing Lingyi stood up and called Biwei out.
Song Suiwen didn't turn his head, "Everyone else should go out too."
"yes."
Everyone retreated, and only Cheng Yang and Song Suiwen were left in the main room.
"General Cheng, how long have you been poisoned?" Song Suiwen asked.
"Half a year."
"How many times have you been unconscious today?"
"Countless," Cheng Yang said, "I was poisoned by a strange poison during the Southwest Campaign. I fell into a coma on the way back to the court. I didn't open my eyes until the day Ling Yi married me. I also had several comas later. .”
Song Suiwen frowned.
Cheng Yang looked sideways, "Why?"
"I have to confess something." Song Suiwen's tone was neither urgent nor slow.
"you say."
"Fuhui fruit is useless, and acupuncture is useless."
Cheng Yang was not surprised, nor did he feel sad. He just thought, huh, he was dedicated to finding Fu Hui Guo for him, and he was almost bullied by him because of it. Now Fu Hui Guo is useless. If she knew, she would be sad. .
"There is only one antidote to the evil poison."
"What?"
The writings of the Song and Sui Dynasties are serious, word for word, "auspicious body."
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When Qing Lingyi was cooking the medicine, he recalled Song Suiwen's expression.
She still felt something was wrong and asked Biwei: "Do you think senior brother was acting weird just now?"
"Is it weird?" Bi Wei looked confused.
"I always feel like he didn't tell me the truth," Qing Lingyi had a sudden thought, "Biwei, tell me, is it possible that my senior brother and master haven't developed it yet, so how can we cure the evil poison?"
"How could it be?" Bi Wei comforted her, "Madam, you are too worried about General Cheng, so caring will lead to chaos."
Qing Lingyi remained silent.
Maybe Bi Wei was right, she would be confused if she cared.
If you think about it carefully, if you don't believe in your master and senior brother, it means Cheng Yang is hopeless.
No matter what, she wanted Chengyang to live well.
After the soup was cooked, Qing Lingyi and Biwei returned to the house.
Cheng Yang had taken off all his armor and half of his inner clothes, exposing most of his left shoulder and chest. Silver needles were inserted into several acupuncture points.
Qing Lingyi looked at Cheng Yang's face and found that he looked much better.
She relaxed slightly and said, "The medicine is here."
One close to midnight.
Qing Lingyi sent Song Suiwen out to the door of Yanshan Residence.
The night was dark, and Doctor Xin rolled up his sleeves, as if waiting for someone.
"Doctor Xin?" Wu Liang was surprised when he saw him, "What are you doing here at night?"
Doctor Xin glanced at Song Suiwen and asked him, "How is the general?"
Wu Liang smiled and said: "There is a madam and a miracle doctor, how can something happen to the general? He has been injected and taken medicine, and he is now alive and kicking."
Doctor Xin nodded and glanced at Song Suiwen again.
Wu Liang noticed the clue now, "Doctor Xin, why are you peeking at Divine Doctor Song during the song?"
Dr. Xin pretended not to care: "Did I? I didn't. You got it wrong."
Qing Lingyi smiled and said: "Doctor Xin, it's getting late, why don't you send my senior brother off."
When Dr. Xin heard this, he knew that she understood.
I knew that he was very curious about this miracle doctor and wanted to contact and talk to him.
The two of them walked away.
Wu Liang was not at ease, "Madam, Doctor Xin is getting old, and Doctor Song seems to be a frail young man. Why don't I follow behind to protect them."
Qing Lingyi smiled and said: "My senior brother is not a weak scholar, and the muscles under his clothes are no smaller than yours."
Wu Liang was surprised, how could he compare the real ones with the fake ones?
"Okay, you all go back and rest."
After Qing Lingyi finished his instructions, he returned to the main room.
Cheng Yang was still sitting on the pear blossom couch, half of his body exposed.
Qing Lingyi reminded him, "Put your clothes on, otherwise it will be too cold. What should you do if you catch a cold?"
Cheng Yang reached out with his long arms and took her into his arms, placing his face against her soft and flat belly.
"What's wrong with you?" Qing Lingyi looked down.
"Treat the disease." Cheng Yang's voice was low.
Qing Lingyi laughed and said, "I'm not a medicine."
Cheng Yang kissed her skin through her clothes, "To me, you are."
He raised his head and said, "Yeah, kiss me."
Qing Lingyi was moved, holding his head and lowering her head.
Still some distance from her lips, she stopped.
"Huh?" Cheng Yang raised his eyebrows.
"You haven't bathed yet, and I can't stop talking." Qing Lingyi looked serious.
Cheng Yang laughed, hugged her to the couch, leaned over and pressed her down, "Are you starting to dislike me?"
After saying that, he went to kiss the corner of her mouth.
Qing ordered Yi to avoid.
Cheng Yang chases Qin.
Qing Lingyi hurriedly put her hand on his chest, "No! No! You go take a shower first! You can only kiss him after you are clean!"
"Okay, it's up to you."
Cheng Yang agreed.
But Qing Lingyi's hand relaxed and without any precautions, Cheng Yang leaned down and at the same time lifted her head and pressed her closer to him.
Qing Lingyi was in a hurry: "Cheng... Chengyang! Don't..."
Before she could finish her words, her whole face was buried between his chest muscles.
Qing Lingyi was silent for a moment.
Cheng Yang let go of her again and looked down with a smile.
But Qing Lingyi's face was flushed, extremely ashamed, but a vague look of happiness could be seen.
Cheng Yang stared at her for a moment and suddenly realized, "Hmm, you really like burying my breasts?"
