The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 41: Do you still regret your marriage?

Chapter 41 Will you still regret your marriage

Murong Jie raised his narrow eyes, "Are you tired?"

Zi An subconsciously replied: "Tired!"

"Sit down when you're tired, you've really worked hard." Murong Jie said with a kind face.

Zi An felt a little coy, and was really tired, so she sat down on the chair next to him.

As soon as his **** touched the chair, Murong Jie raised his voice and said, "Who made you sit on an equal footing with this king?"

Zi An stood up abruptly and looked around, there was no chair shorter than the one he was sitting on.

"Sit on the ground!" Murong Jie stretched out his foot and tapped on the ground in front of him.

Zi Anxin cursed secretly, isn't that the sole of his feet?

She replied humbly and politely: "Your Highness, the ministers and daughters are not tired, just stand."

"Aren't you tired?" Murong Jie stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples, "If you're not tired, just come over and rub my shoulders and head for this king."

"Your Highness is not feeling well?" Although Zi An knew that he was deliberately embarrassing herself, but Nian Jae had been supporting her since yesterday, so she endured his unreasonable troubles.

"Headache!" Although Murong Jie was deliberately teasing her, he really had a headache.

His headaches have lasted for more than two years. Every time he attacks, it is after high-intensity political discussions. These two days have been hectic. In addition, something happened this morning, and he started to have headaches after the next day. .

Zi An originally thought he was pretending, but looking at the color of his face and lips, he did indeed suffer from congestion.

Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to the fact that pain is unreasonable, and the general rule is that there is no pain. There are various problems in the human body, many of which can be seen from the color of the face, eyes, lips, tongue.

Zi An expected that Murong Jie should have a headache due to the blockage of the cervical vertebrae, which prevented blood supply to the brain.

She asked Mammy Yang, "Is there any medicated oil?"

Mother Yang said: "The imperial doctor should have peppermint ointment, can you?"

"Okay!" Zi An said.

When the imperial doctor in the palace has nothing to do on weekdays, he likes to make some gadgets. These ointments and oils are very popular among the concubines of the harem.

Mother Yang took the mint paste and handed it to Zi'an. Murong Jie frowned, "These things are useless. This king has used them before, and I don't like the smell."

Zi An said: "Whether it's useful or not, you'll know in a while."

She turned around and said to Mammy Yang, "I still use a little wormwood in the middle of the night. Please help me to roll it up with oil paper and stuff it tightly."

Just as Murong Jie was about to say no, Zi An's fingers had already landed on his forehead.

The comfortable feeling spread from the top of his head, and Murong Jie's "no" word drowned in his throat.

"Stronger." Murong Jie said commandingly.

Zi An explained: "This acupuncture point can't be used too hard, don't worry, there will be some pain for you."

"You're getting more courageous." Murong Jie said displeasedly, but closed his eyes and slowly enjoyed it.

Since Zian entered the palace, he has always been a man with his tail tucked between his tails. Now he can't say he has no fear, but he can at least relax a little towards the regent.

So, she quotes the Queen Mother, "Don't question your doctor."

Murong Jie muttered: "Isn't it just the mother who praised you a few words? You're still complacent."

Zi An didn't speak. He wrapped his fingers around his temples, pressed hard a few times, and then slid down the back of his neck and pulled the collar down a bit, but saw a scar on the back of his neck to his right shoulder blade.

This scar is very dark in color. I think it was not long after the injury. The wound should have penetrated into the bone. Judging from the shape, it should be a sword wound. There will be some bruising left.

Her fingers paused for a while, then dug out some peppermint ointment and smeared it on, and started massaging with fingering.

There are two lymphatic lines in his neck. His lymphatic lines are very blocked and slightly bulging. No wonder he has a headache.

Zi An used acupressure to push through the lymph for him, and pushed it down from the back of the ear to the Dazhui area. As soon as she pushed it, Murong Jie said angrily, "Take it lightly."

Zi'an comforted her softly, "Hold on, Wang Ye's lymphatic blockage is very serious, if it doesn't push through, it will continue to hurt."

Zi'an's voice was soft and soothing. This was the tone she always used to soothe patients, but Murong Jie had a strange feeling when he heard it.

This strange feeling made him feel the pain, but he couldn't bear to blame him any more.

The queen and the concubine were sitting not far away, watching this scene, she laughed, "Look at this young man, it's pretty good, isn't it?"

The imperial concubine looked over, but her eyes were full of hatred, but when the empress dowager said so, she was not easy to argue, and said insincerely: "Her medical skills are very good."

"Yes, both the court judge and the imperial doctor said that A Xin was not saved, but in one night, she brought A Xin back to life. Maybe, she is really Wen Yi's descendant."

"I'm afraid not," the imperial concubine said lightly, "This is the daughter of the prime minister's residence, who can't leave the door without opening the door, how can it be the successor of Wen Yi? My sister didn't have any opinion on this Xia Zian, just She pretended to be the successor of Wen Yi and felt unhappy, and her character was not good, so what's the use of good medical skills?"

The Empress Dowager waved her hand, "No, you are preconceived. With such a capable daughter-in-law, what else can you complain about?"

The words "Daughter-in-law" of the imperial concubine, the muscles on her face twitched twice, her eyes locked tightly on Zian, and her eyes were filled with resentment, almost piercing Zian a few holes.

Even Zian could feel the intensity of these two eyes. She knew she was a noble concubine without looking at it. Now in this palace, the people who would hate her so much were noble concubines except the prince, but the prince Not present, so it is none other than a noble concubine.

"Concentrate!" Murong Jie knew from the strength of her finger pressure that she was distracted. He opened his eyes, just to see the imperial concubine staring at Zian.

He slowly closed his eyes and said indifferently: "You just need to be yourself, you don't need to worry about other things."

Zi An knew what he meant, but he didn't dare to talk about the marriage, he just said softly, "Yes!"

Murong Jie paused for a while, then said: "Your father let someone inquire about your affairs in the palace."

Zi An's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his fingers stagnated for a moment, but then he continued to push, "Your Highness can't bow your head for a long time in the future, you should do proper exercises for your neck and head, if you look at the book for a long time, Gotta go out and move your muscles.”

Murong Jie's lips evoked a faint smile, good, tough enough, forbearance enough, smart enough, if he was an ordinary person who couldn't bear it, he would have told him about Prime Minister Xia long ago, and tried to win support.

Moreover, she should also know that, to save King Liang now, any request she makes will be supported by the royal family within a reasonable range.

But she doesn't say anything.

However, she was also stubbornly refraining from talking, which shows that she did not intend to whitewash peace.

"Xia Zi'an!" Murong Jie suddenly asked, "If you were accused of marrying this king, would you still regret your marriage?"