Qing Yue's voice was clear and cold.
Feng Ling narrowed her eyes slightly. This woman had indeed said a month ago that the position of Princess Yu would last for two years.
"You want to take revenge on the Qin family?"
After a while, Feng Ling suddenly spoke.
This was the closest answer he could come up with.
Otherwise, what is Qin Wan trying to do?
Qing Yue pursed her lips. To deal with the Qin family? She didn't know that after touching Qin Wan's body, the Qin family treated her so badly. She should avenge her anger. But if she wanted to avenge her anger, it was the person in front of her, Feng Ling, who killed Qin Wan.
And if she wants revenge, only Feng Ling can fight her.
So, not yet.
Qing Yue didn't say anything for a long time, but this silence seemed more like a tacit agreement.
Xie Jinghuan's expression was a little complicated. He wanted to say something but didn't know how to start.
Feng Ling said, "I don't care what you do to the Qin family, but you can't touch that person. If I find out that you are harming her, I will not let you go."
The voice was cold and full of warning.
Qing Yue knew that the person Feng Ling was talking about was the eldest daughter of the Qin family and his ex-fiancée.
Qing Yue scoffed and said, "If the prince was so loyal, he should have married the Qin family's daughter. It's a pity that the prince was poisoned and his legs are diseased. I wonder if the prince was afraid of implicating Miss Qin, or if the Qin family's daughter didn't want to marry again after learning of the prince's condition, but let Qin Wan take over the engagement, ruining her life."
Qing Yue's voice was extremely cold, with a hint of sarcasm, cutting through the bloody truth like a knife.
Feng Ling's face was as gloomy as a storm.
Xie Jinghuan was terrified. How could Miss Qin San dare to say such a thing? He knew something was wrong when he saw Jin Zhi's face. He was about to speak to comfort her when he heard a deep and angry voice with suppressed murderous intent, "Qin, Wan."
It sounded like the sound being squeezed out from between teeth.
Feng Ling suddenly made a move and pressed his palm hard on the wheelchair, filled with rage.
whoosh!
The golden thread shot out sharply, rising into the sky like a thin snake, heading straight towards Qingyue.
"Jinzhi, stop!"
Xie Jinghuan's face changed drastically. He shouted to stop her and stepped forward to stand in front of Qing Yue.
The Qin family's eldest daughter was Feng Ling's reverse scale, and she became extremely angry when she was touched.
Miss Qin San's words completely infuriated him.
However……
At the moment he attacked, Qing Yue, who was originally standing in front of Feng Ling, quickly retreated and avoided Feng Ling's attack with a flash. At the same time, she raised her hand and a stone flew out from her fingertips and hit Feng Ling's golden thread directly. It was this collision that caused the direction of the golden thread's attack to suddenly change.
It cut the bamboo willow in the yard in one stroke, cutting it in half.
The air seemed stagnant.
All three of them stood still.
Qing Yue's face was extremely cold, and she met Feng Ling's cold eyes coldly.
The next second, there was a muffled groan, and Feng Ling in the wheelchair choked and coughed, then bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood was dark red in color, and something looked wrong.
Feng Ling's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth were chattering, and dark red blood was flowing from the corners of his lips. He looked shocking. He was still struggling. This was the result of the poison. The pain in his meridians caused confusion in his consciousness. Due to the pain in his body, he would subconsciously commit self-harm to relieve and transfer the pain.
"Hold him down."
At this time, only a female voice was heard.
This is, the illness has flared up! Xie Jinghuan knew his friend was ill, and turned around and ordered the guards outside, "Oh no! Go find Mr. Wang!"
But the next second, Qing Yue took out a bag of silver needles. She opened it and put it aside, twisted the silver needle in her hand, walked forward and inserted it into an acupuncture point on the chest. Her technique was quick and accurate.
"Miss Qin!"
Thinking of Qin Wan's confidence in Jin Zhi's illness, Xie Jinghuan gritted his teeth and did not stop him.
Qin Wan acted quickly, inserting ten needles into Feng Ling's limbs, his hands moving continuously.
At this moment, an old voice suddenly appeared, "Hey, you, you..."
Old Wang came over and was shocked. How could he give acupuncture to the prince's body, especially the needle point? Doctor Wang's eyes popped out and his breath got stuck in his throat. "Tanzhong... Tanzhong point... Death, death point, you... "
Before he could finish his words, three more silver needles fell.
After these silver needles fell, Feng Ling, who had been twitching and struggling all over, gradually calmed down, and his violently beating heart also eased.
"It's all right now, Master Xie, please let the prince go."
Qing Yue's voice sounded here, and Xie Jinghuan tentatively loosened his hand, but saw that Feng Ling really stopped struggling. Although her brows were still furrowed and her teeth were clenched, she was in much better condition now than before.
"Feng Ling, how do you feel?"
Qingyue spoke.
Her voice was light and clear in the dark night.
Feng Ling was originally drowsy, but this voice seemed to split the darkness and woke him up. He was still in pain all over, and the pain was like his tendons being broken, but he could bear it.
Seeing that he had regained consciousness, Qing Yue ignored him and said, "The poison shouldn't have taken effect this day, but it did so early. It has a lot to do with your emotional outburst and your sulking."
Hearing her words, especially her nonchalant expression, Feng Ling was furious. He was the Prince of Yu, who dared to let him get angry? It was none other than her.
Seeing Feng Ling's eyes growing colder, Qing Yue pierced his Dantian acupoint with a needle and said, "Don't talk anymore. I'll help you suppress the poison first."
The needle pricked Feng Ling so hard that he groaned in pain.
Qing Yue seemed not to hear and continued to give sixteen injections without even pausing.
The painful look on Feng Ling's face gradually disappeared, and his eyebrows and eyes drooped, as if he was sleepy.
Xie Jinghuan and Old Wang on the side didn't dare to breathe and watched Feng Ling fall asleep.
"This, this is impossible... How could this happen?"
Old Wang standing by had his nostrils flaring, his eyes wide open, and his breathing becoming rapid.
Xie Jinghuan, who was standing behind Qingyue, pursed his lips even more, his eyes deep.
From Jin Zhi vomiting blood due to the poison to Miss Qin San's acupuncture until now in just a breath, what a superb medical skill!
If there was any doubt about Miss Qin San before, it has now disappeared.
"This only temporarily stops the poison in the prince's body. Thank you, Master. Please help me prepare some paper and pen. I will write a prescription and ask the kitchen to boil the medicine to relieve the eight extraordinary meridians."
"When the prince wakes up, tell him that I saved him once. The agreement has taken effect. Please keep your word."
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