Pei Huan was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Miss Song is open-minded!"
"Your Majesty, don't be a villain. I want to examine your legs. If you don't take off your clothes, how can I see, hear, and ask questions?" Song Shuwan was speechless for a moment.
She admitted that Pei Huan was indeed somewhat handsome, but she, Song Shuwan, was not an eager female hooligan.
"rustle--"
Pei Huan knew he had made a joke and did not hide it. He calmly took off his coat and trousers.
Song Shuwan took out a set of silver needles and rolled them over the candle. Her jade-like hands were now as solid as rocks, and she aimed at the necrotic acupuncture points on his legs and inserted them.
"Ugh!" Pei Huan snorted.
pain!
His handsome eyebrows frowned deeply.
Not displeased, but surprised!
This girl can really make his legs feel! Maybe she can really cure his leg disease in the future!
He took a deep breath to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
"kill!"
A sharp whistle sounded in the small courtyard, and the swords rang out sharply. Several men in black and the secret guards fought together, looking for death!
Song Shuwan's heart was trembling, and her whole body's nerves were tense.
An assassin broke in through the window and struck at Pei Huan with a thunderous force!
Pei Huan's eyes were dull, but he seemed to be psychic. He patted the wheelchair and pulled out a hidden dagger from the armrest. He raised and lowered his hand to keep the assassin away.
Song Shuwan calmed down and realized that Pei Huan had not killed him.
The assassin was so frightened that he never expected that Pei Huan could still be so powerful despite being disabled!
Seeing that he was about to lose, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and his lips and teeth grinded together!
"昘——"
There was a sound of breaking through the air, and a silver needle as thin as an ox's hair flew past and pierced the assassin's acupuncture point without any bias. The assassin was immediately unable to move.
The poison sac hidden in the mouth was also intact.
Song Shu tactfully turned her wrist and smiled at him.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" The assassin's eyes were split, and he shouted and struggled desperately, but he could only utter a few monotonous syllables.
At this time, the secret guards also eliminated the assassins outside and rushed in panting to check.
"Master, the assassins outside are all dead soldiers. They all committed suicide by taking poison! But... Miss Song used a silver needle to prick the traitor's acupuncture point. The assassin failed to take the poison, and we have a living prisoner!"
Pei Huan put away the dagger that was pressed against the assassin's throat, tilted his head, and said in a deep voice: "Miss Song, well done."
"Share the worries for the prince." Song Shuwan smiled slightly, "The prince is not injured, is he?"
Pei Huan shook his head, brushed off the dust on his clothes, and said softly: "It's ridiculous for a pearl of rice to try to compete with the bright moon. Pull him down so that he can be interrogated."
The assassin was so anxious that veins appeared all over his body, but he was still escorted down by the secret guards.
"Ever since this prince can remember, attacks by assassins have been a common occurrence. Now that you know it, do you still not regret it?" Pei Huan said with a smile.
Song Shuwan paused briefly, then smiled sweetly: "I don't regret it."
She is quite a courageous girl.
Pei Huan could barely conceal the appreciation in his heart.
Turning around, his dull eyes glanced at Song Shuwan, he smiled lightly and said: "Tomorrow, come with me to the palace to pay homage to the emperor."
Song Shuwan blinked her bright eyes and said, "I have my wish, but I don't dare to ask for my ear."
A flicker of interest flashed through her heart, and it was quite interesting.
Pei Huan was crippled and had no favors at home, but he was still able to enter the palace to meet the saints at will. What was inside was probably a bottomless pool of water.
The next day, Jinluan Hall.
The high dragon chair is very solemn, and the emperor's face is majestic and supreme.
The emperor leaned forward, stretched out his hand to open the nine-turn bead curtain in front of his forehead, glanced at Song Shuwan with interest, and said with a smile: "You are the one who made the prince better? You should be rewarded!"
"Don't dare to ask for rewards from the emperor. It is the duty of a minister and wife to share the royal family's worries." Song Shuwan bowed politely and said without being humble or arrogant.
Emperor Long Yan was delighted with Song Shuwan's sensibleness. He paused for a moment. Long Yan's expression was unpredictable, as if he had thought of something, and then he asked with a smile: "Prince Concubine, do you have any insights on women's science?"
Song Shuwan's heart skipped a beat. The emperor was by no means a person who was aimless. Since he was asking about medical skills, there must be something to follow.
She bent her knees slightly and said, "I understand a little bit."
The emperor smiled slightly, leaned forward slightly, and said, "In that case, there is something I need to ask you to do. Are you willing?"
Ning Shuwan looked at her nose and heart with eyes, nose and heart. She was dignified and generous, and spoke sincerely: "Please give me your Majesty's instructions. I will do my best to serve you."
"Very good. The Queen Mother has a severe headache and has been in bed for a long time. If Huan Qing is willing to part ways with her for a moment, I will bother the Crown Princess to make this trip to see the Queen Mother." The emperor patted the armrest of the dragon chair.
Pei Huan clasped his fists.
Song Shuwan secretly cursed in her heart, what was there that Pei Huan couldn't let go of? He was afraid that seeing her all the time would make him feel annoyed...
"Yes!" Song Shuwan accepted the order and said hesitantly, "I just want the emperor's grace to be fulfilled for one thing. It is known to the whole world that my wife does not want to know about medical skills, so..."
The emperor raised his eyebrows in slight surprise and said with a smile: "Others are seeking to be prominent and famous, but you kid keeps a low profile. Why is this so difficult? Just cover your face with a veil and go to Cining Palace."
As he said this, a figure flashed in the mind of the Nine-Five Master.
The girl in front of me is quick-thinking, cautious, and wise and generous.
Very similar to a courtier in my memory.
It's just a pity that the minister...
The emperor shook his head slightly to dismiss the strange thoughts from his mind, and his eyes staring at Song Shuwan's back became a little dark and uncertain.
The Cining Palace was filled with a strong smell of medicine, and the Queen Mother was leaning on the bed with a sallow complexion, looking sick.
Zhou Fuhai, the emperor's personal eunuch, led a woman whose face was covered with gauze in. He saluted the Queen Mother and said earnestly: "The Queen Mother, this girl is the miracle doctor the Emperor has found for you. She has come especially to diagnose and treat your head."
Windy."
Ning Shuwan bowed and paid homage, saying, "I have seen the Queen Mother, and she is in good health for a thousand years."
The Queen Mother coughed and waved her hands without even looking at it: "There have been so many miracle doctors in the past, but they were all fakes. None of them were useful. That's all. The Ai family sent her out of the palace in spite of their expectations.
Go ahead."
Song Shuwan hadn't seen a doctor yet, so it would be ridiculous if she was beaten out.
Thinking of this, Song Shuwan boldly looked up.
After a while, she knelt down and saluted, and said calmly: "The bridge of the Queen Mother's nose is yellow and the philtrum is shriveled. It's because of a cold in the central head. I wonder what kind of medicine the Queen Mother has been taking recently?"
The air in Cining Palace was silent for a moment. The standing female official raised her head and glanced at Song Shuwan with a very serious look in her eyes.
"It's interesting that you can see the cause of Aijia's disease at a glance." The Queen Mother perked up slightly and lost her boredom. "But it's useless to have a pair of good eyes. Little girl, who are you studying under?"
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This was a test of her family's academic background. If she hadn't come from the medical family of the Times, the Queen Mother would probably still be unwilling to let Song Shuwan see a doctor.
Song Shuwan hid her intention of not revealing her identity, so she spoke vaguely: "Since ancient times, heroes have respected and loved the Queen Mother, regardless of their origins. She is solemn, solemn, and benevolent in the world. With her rudimentary medical skills, she wanted to relieve the Queen Mother of her worries, so she invited her to
Complete!"
The Queen Mother was silent for a long time, and finally she chuckled lightly and said without showing any emotion or anger: "Since you have some skills, come and show them to the Ai family."
She stretched out her withered wrists on the bed, and Song Shuwan knelt on the soft cushion to check her pulse. After a moment, her eyebrows moved slightly: "I'm offended. My Majesty."
Song Shuwan used silver needles to cross the acupuncture points, and one silver needle after another was gently inserted into the Queen Mother's acupuncture points.
"Well..." The Queen Mother snorted in pain.
The female officials in the palace were very nervous, but they had never seen such a bold woman, who dared to tie the Queen Mother into a sieve!
