Hu Feng protected her behind him, and whispered: "Where are you going to pierce it? Let me do it."
Just as Bai Zhi was about to open his mouth, Song Lang on the side had already rushed forward, and the three of them fell softly when they waved their hands.
Bai Zhi seemed to see a flash of silver light, the needle, long and thick, was different from the one in her hand, exactly the same as the one sucked from Princess Qianfang.
She didn't know what she was thinking at the time, but she blurted out: "This needle must hurt a person, right? To Princess Qianfang, did you succeed?"
Song Lang smiled lightly, a group of clouds and winds lightly: "Why can't I do it? It's you, I can do it too." His eyes seemed flat, but they were deep and far-reaching. The surface was calm, but the waves were hidden deep.
Hu Feng turned sideways, blocking his gaze looking at Bai Zhi, and said to Bai Zhi: "Let’s get started, the master and father are not doing well today, I'm afraid it won’t last long."
Bai Zhi nodded and ordered the accompanying guards to undress the three people and put them in the medicine pool.
When undressing, Hu Feng stood in front of Bai Zhi again, preventing her from seeing, after all, he was a man.
When the guards put everyone in the medicine pool, he just let Bai Zhi come out from behind him.
Hu Feng took a look and asked Song Lang, "When will they wake up?"
"Whenever I pull out the needle on them, when will they wake up." Song Lang said.
He is still very confident in his acupuncture.
Bai Zhi answered, "Didn't you say you want to soak for an hour? Then let them wake up after an hour."
Song Lang nodded: "Okay."
"Master, the medicine for relieving diarrhea is ready." Yuan Lao came in, his eyes swept over Hu Feng and Bai Zhi, and he walked right to Song Lang's side.
Song Lang hummed and stopped talking.
There was silence in the room, and no one would speak any more, for an hour, as long as a century.
Bai Zhi always paid attention to the three people taking the medicine, observing the subtle changes on their faces.
Hu Feng stayed on his left and right, intentionally or unintentionally crossing her and Song Lang, blocking Song Lang's eyes from time to time to Bai Zhi.
He was almost mad, and there was a man who was coveting his fiancée standing beside him, but he couldn't move him, it was too uncomfortable to hold his breath.
I don’t know how long it took, Song Lang suddenly said: "His Royal Highness is so idle? Kyoto is so messy, but you stay here, is it appropriate?"
Hu Feng rolled his eyes in his heart, but he didn't show any signs on his face. He was calm and indifferent.
Song Lang said again: "That's it, but didn't Emperor Chu also suffer from this poison? As a prince, you are not by your side to take care of the sickness. Then other princes will take the credit for all your contributions."
Hu Feng coldly hummed: "Don't save others by yourself, not everyone values these things, at least this king doesn't care."
Song Lang's complexion changed slightly, this Chu Yan, at any rate, was a prince, and his speech was so bitter.
Bai Zhi didn't care about what they said, and the words were going to quarrel, focusing on the hourglass and the three people who soaked the medicine.
The three of them looked dry and yellow at the beginning, and now they look like cooked shrimps. If it weren't for her to test the temperature of the medicinal soup from time to time, she would really think that they would be cooked by the medicinal soup.
"It's almost done, Song Gongzi, get the needle quickly." She didn't turn her head back, naturally she didn't see the picture of Hu Feng and Song Lang glaringly at each other. I thought they were chatting in harmony!