The backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Zongzheng Fusu and Dongfang Jing were going to stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion for three days. Zhong Liyi ordered someone to clean a wing room early in the morning and came out. If his daughter could take this opportunity to conceive Prince Gong's heir, then he would not have to worry about the future of Zhong Lijia.
Newcomer's room.
Dongfang Jing knew that Zhong Liyi was worried, so she sent someone to watch in the dark. She didn't sleep on the floor or separate the bed, she took off her coat and went to bed with her bottoms on. It's just... Zongzheng's move to help Su surprised her.
Not only did he take off his shawl and coat, he even took off his undershirt, revealing his muscular back. His back, like his body, is full of scars, hideous and terrifying.
Dongfang Jing frowned, and just about to speak out, Zongzheng Fusu spoke first, "You saved Xia Qinglan by using the technique of cupping."
"Yes." Dongfang Jing nodded and admitted.
"Who did you study under?" Zongzheng Fusu asked again.
"My master, the genius doctor Yin Yue." Dongfang Jing was impeccable.
"My lord has been suffering from gout recently."
"Huh?" Dongfang Jing was slightly taken aback.
"Come here." Zongzheng Fusu beckoned to her, and then he lay down on the big bed naked, "Cupping this king!"
"Yes." Dongfang Jing nodded and complied. She couldn't refuse, after all, the third wife was still in the prime minister's house, and she didn't want Zhong Liyi to see that this was just a deal. She took the purple sand cup from the table, roasted it on the candle, and then wiped Zongzheng Fusu's back with a wet towel. Just when she was about to make a move, she couldn't help frowning. All the meridians are violent, which shows that Zongzheng Fusu's body is not as good as imagined, and the blood flow is also slow.
"Do you want bloodletting?" Dongfang Jing asked aloud.
"No need." Zongzheng Fusu replied coldly. How can bloodletting cure the heart-pounding poison? What's more, he likes the taste of poison that penetrates to the bone marrow. Every time the poison occurs, he can think of A Jing's passing face, and think of her resolute words that day on the top of Jiuyi Mountain. This kind of pain is to be remembered deeply.
"Okay." Dongfang Jing was skillful, but in an instant, she had sucked eight purple sand cups on Zongzheng Fusu's back.
Zongzheng Fusu seemed to think of someone, and said faintly, "In the past, there were also people who cupped pots, scraped Sha, and released poisonous blood for this king."
Dongfang Jing's heart is like a mirror, "The prince is talking about the former Princess Gong."
"Yes." Zongzheng Fusu did not deny it.
"She also came from the Tang Sect?" Dongfang Jing raised her eyebrows, "If you can think of using the technique of cupping to release poisonous blood, most of them are from the Tang Sect."
"yes."
"What is your surname, who did you study under, and which generation of disciples?" Dongfang Jing asked, "Perhaps the former Concubine Gong and my concubine are sisters from the same school, maybe it may be."
"According to the calculation, it is indeed the same generation of disciples as you." Zongzheng Fusu replied evasively.
"Prince Gong is brave and good at fighting, so the former Concubine Gong must be someone else." Dongfang Jing weighed it in her heart, and then asked, "How did she die? A disciple of the Tang family, and the wife of Prince Gong, how many people are there around her?" The protection doesn't even know. Died in the flood? I don't believe it."
Zongzheng Fusu suddenly stretched out his arms, and shattered all the purple sand cups behind his back, leaving only gravel, and then looked at her coldly, "Zhongli Wanyun, you have overstepped!"
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