Bai Ling nodded, "Press my feet. If I want to break away, don't let me. I will break away..."
When Bai Ling said this, although he still stuttered, his tone was much calmer than before, as if what he was going to do next was just an ordinary and calm thing.
But when Shu Nuan heard her say this, his whole heart twitched. But when he saw Bai Ling's firm eyes, he knew that she was not acting out of impulse. Because of this, Shu Nuan had a different side to Bai Ling. She She had always thought that Bai Ling was a very timid and kind-hearted woman, but now it seemed that Bai Ling was much tougher than she imagined.
She nodded gently and held down Bai Ling's leg.
Then he saw that Bai Ling lowered his head and without even hesitating, he pierced the silver needle into his fingertip. The blood droplets quickly seeped into the sharp needle eye. Bai Ling then pointed the blood-stained silver needle at the side of his leg. The acupuncture points are slowly inserted using a pushing and twisting method...
But this process was painful. Bai Ling couldn't help but move his legs several times, and looked at Shu Nuan in pain. Therefore, although Shu Nuan felt distressed, he had to hold Bai Ling's legs tightly. , for fear that her bloodline would be completely messed up.
It wasn't until Bai Ling pushed in the third needle that Bai Ling was able to relax. He almost collapsed on the bed, breathing slowly and breathlessly. It was very uncomfortable, and he felt a kind of relief from the pain.
Shu Nuan let go of his hand and saw that Bai Ling's lips were chapped, so he went to pour Bai Ling a cup of hot tea and fed her a few sips of water. Bai Ling was weak in pain and grabbed Shu Nuan's hand. He didn't know what to say to Shu Nuan, so he just held her hand like this.
Shu Nuan saw that her face turned pale in pain and felt extremely distressed. She couldn't help but said, "I'll call the imperial doctor over..."
"No... Use..." Bai Ling was so exhausted that he could hardly open his eyes. He breathed slowly and said hoarsely, "It will... not hurt anymore..."
Shu Nuan held her hand tightly and felt Bai Ling's hand loosen a little. She heard Bai Ling say, "Shu Nuan, I want to sleep for a while... In half an hour, please... help me, pull it out." Needle… "
Shu Nuan listened, nodded, and comforted her: "Okay, I remember, Bai Ling, you have a good sleep."
The wind and snow outside were still very strong, and Shu Nuan was worried that Bai Ling would be cold, so she asked the servants to put a few more heaters in the hall. She personally stayed by Bai Ling's side until half an hour later, and then carefully helped Bai Ling pull out the needle. He helped her tuck the quilt in, then quietly closed the door and retreated.
When Shu Nuan walked out of the palace courtyard, he saw a scene not far away and was slightly startled -
Qingzhi didn't know when he ran out of Sheng Palace. He was wearing a light yellow fur hat with rabbit ears on his head. He was sitting on the stone in the garden path. He looked down at the person sitting next to him who was carving something with a piece of jade. Jing Che, Jing Che's face is cold, especially in such a serious and focused state, it makes people shudder.
But Qingzhi seems to have been used to Uncle Jingche like this for a long time. From time to time, he tilts his head and blinks with his big eyes, looking at the strokes that Uncle Jingche carved slowly and forcefully on the jade.
Qingzhi slowly saw the word clearly and whispered: "Ling."
The little guy opened his mouth to speak, bringing out a small ball of heat. The snowflakes fell in white, and the little guy's breath was filled with a kind of warmth that was difficult to express clearly.