Murong Jie raised his narrow eyes, "Are you tired?"
Zi'an answered subconsciously: "Tired!"
"If you are tired, just sit down. You have worked really hard." Murong Jie said with a warm face.
Zi'an hesitated for a moment, and indeed he was very tired, so he sat on the chair next to him.
As soon as his butt touched the chair, Murong Jie raised his voice and asked, "Who told you to be on an equal footing with me?"
Zi'an stood up suddenly and looked around, but there was no chair lower than the one he was sitting on.
"Sit on the ground!" Murong Jie stretched out his foot and tapped the ground in front of him.
Zi'an cursed in his heart, isn't that the sole of his feet
She replied humbly and politely, "Your Majesty, I am not tired. I will just stand."
"Not tired?" Murong Jie stretched out his hand and rubbed his temple. "It's good that you're not tired. Come here and rub my shoulders and head."
"Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell?" Although Zi'an knew that he was deliberately making things difficult for her, she tolerated his unreasonable behavior considering that he had been supporting her since yesterday until now.
"Headache!" Although Murong Jie was teasing her on purpose, he really had a headache.
His headache symptoms have lasted for more than two years. Every time they occur, they occur after intense political discussions. He has been quite busy these past two days, and something happened during the morning court today. He started having headaches after the court session.
Zi'an originally thought he was pretending, but looking at his complexion and lip color, he did have blood stasis.
Chinese medicine emphasizes that pain means blockage, and no blockage means no pain. There are various problems in the human body, many of which can be seen from the complexion, eyes, lips and tongue.
Zi'an guessed that Murong Jie must have a blockage in his cervical vertebrae, which prevented blood from flowing into the brain and caused headaches.
She asked Madam Yang, "Do you have any medicated oil?"
Nanny Yang said, "The imperial physician should have some mint ointment, is that ok?"
"Okay!" Zian said.
When the imperial doctors in the palace have nothing to do on weekdays, they love to make some little gadgets. These ointments, oils, etc. are deeply loved by the concubines in the harem.
Nanny Yang took out the mint cream and handed it to Zi'an. Murong Jie frowned and said, "These things are useless. I have used them before and I don't like the smell."
Zi'an said, "We'll know whether it's useful or not in a moment."
She turned around and said to Madam Yang, "I still have some wormwood powder left from the night. Madam, please help me wrap it up with oil paper and stuff it tightly."
Murong Jie was about to say no when Zi'an's fingers had already landed on his brow. He spread his two fingers apart and rubbed the Zanzhu acupoint.
A comfortable feeling spread from the top of his head, and Murong Jie's "no" was drowned in his throat.
"Use more force." Murong Jie said in an imperative tone.
Zi'an explained: "Don't use too much force on this acupuncture point. Don't worry, you will feel pain later."
"You are getting bolder." Murong Jie said unhappily, but he closed his eyes and enjoyed it slowly.
Zi'an has been behaving himself like a cow since he entered the palace. He can't say he is fearless now, but at least he can relax a little in front of the Regent.
So, she quoted the Queen Mother, "Don't question your doctor."
Murong Jie muttered, "It's just that your mother praised you a few words. You're getting carried away."
Zi'an didn't say anything. He put his fingers around his temple and pressed hard a few times. Then he slid his fingers along his neck to the back and pulled his collar down a little. He saw a scar from the back of his neck to his right shoulder blade.
The scar is very dark in color, and I think the injury was inflicted not long ago. The wound should have penetrated deep into the bone. Judging from the shape, it should be a sword wound. There is some black bruises around the wound, which suggests that the sword is poisonous. After the poison is removed, some black bruises will remain in the flesh around the wound.
Her fingers only paused for a moment, then she scooped some mint cream and applied it, then began massaging with her fingers.
There are two lymphatic lines in the neck. His lymphatic lines were severely blocked and there were some slight bulges. No wonder he had a headache.
Zi'an used acupressure to help him clear his lymph nodes, from behind his ears down to the Dazhui point. As soon as she pushed, Murong Jie angrily said, "Be gentle."
Zi'an comforted him softly, "Bear with it, the prince's lymph nodes are severely blocked. If you don't push them through, the pain will continue."
Zi'an's voice was gentle and soothing, which was the tone she always used to comfort patients, but to Murong Jie, it sounded strange.
This strange feeling made him feel pain, but he couldn't bear to blame others anymore.
The Queen and the Noble Consort were sitting not far away. Watching this scene, she laughed, "Look at this young man. He's pretty good, isn't he?"
The noble concubine looked over, her eyes full of hatred, but since the empress dowager said so, she couldn't refute it, so she said insincerely: "Her medical skills are quite good."
"Yes, the judge and the imperial physician said that Axin was beyond saving, but in just one night, she brought Axin back to life. Perhaps, she is really the successor of Wen Yi."
"I'm afraid she's not," the noble concubine said indifferently, "This daughter of the prime minister's family never leaves the house, how could she be the descendant of Wen Yi? My sister originally had no opinion on this Xia Zian, but she was not happy with her pretending to be the descendant of Wen Yi. If her character is not good, what's the use of her good medical skills?"
The Queen Mother waved her hand, "No, you are preconceived. With such a capable daughter-in-law, what else can you complain about?"
When he heard the words "Daughter-in-law of the Noble Concubine", the muscles on his face trembled twice, and his eyes were fixed on Zi'an tightly. His eyes were full of hatred like arrows, almost piercing several holes in Zi'an.
Even Zi'an could feel the intensity of these two gazes. She knew it was the Noble Concubine without even looking. Right now in this palace, the only person who would hate her so much was either the Crown Prince or the Noble Concubine. But the Crown Prince was not present, so it had to be the Noble Concubine.
"Focus!" Murong Jie could tell from the strength of her acupressure that she was distracted. He opened his eyes and just happened to see the noble concubine staring at Zi'an.
He slowly closed his eyes and said indifferently: "Just do your best and don't worry about other things."
Zi'an knew what he meant, but he didn't dare to talk about marriage. He just said softly, "Yes!"
Murong Jie paused for a moment, then continued, "Your father asked someone to find out about your affairs in the palace."
Zi'an's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his fingers froze for a moment, but he continued to push, "Your Highness, don't bow your head for too long in the future. You need to do some proper exercises for your neck and head. If you spend too much time reading memorials, you need to go out and stretch your muscles."
Murong Jie's lips curled up into a faint smile. Good, he is tough enough, patient enough, and smart enough. If he were an ordinary person who couldn't bear it, he would have told him about Prime Minister Xia and tried to get him to back him up.
Moreover, she should also know that now that King Liang has been rescued, any request she makes, within a reasonable range, will be supported by the royal family.
But she said nothing.
However, she was also very stubborn and refused to respond, which showed that she had no intention of glossing over the situation.
"Xia Zian!" Murong Jie suddenly asked, "If you were betrothed to me, would you regret it?"
(End of this chapter)