Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 287 Who is this normal little girl!
Seeing those three-inch silver needles, Mo Jingyao felt bad all over. He stared at the hairpin in the little girl's hand, and his voice trembled: "This...what is this?"

"Silver needles for acupuncture." Master Mu tilted his head, and said in an unhurried tone, "Your Majesty, according to your current posture, the height of your head is slightly lower than your heart and lungs."

"Besides, you have been stuck for a long time, the blood in your neck is not smooth enough, and your face is congested and swollen. It is difficult to free your head with just two silk handkerchiefs."

"The court lady will stimulate the acupuncture points on your neck with silver needles later to speed up the blood flow."

"In this way, the swelling on your face will subside a little, and it will be easier for us to pull your head out."

Pull the head out.

Emperor Yunjing swallowed subconsciously, hearing the little girl's tone, he always felt as if he was going to be squeezed out alive by her.

"So, Xiao A Ci, why do you carry these things with you?" Mo Jingyao's eyes trembled - he thought that the youngest daughter of Xiao Jing's family was the most innocent and lovely, but she was the one who hid the most. one?
Good guy, it's silver needles and silk handkerchiefs, not to mention fast enough brains at a young age, it's also courageous enough.

——A normal little girl, who dares to put a silver needle on the top of her head! !
"Of course I keep it for use." Mu Xici blinked, pouted and said confidently, "Otherwise, what else can I do?"

Although she is not a serious doctor, she is practicing Taoist medicine, and her medical level is definitely better than most doctors in the world. What's wrong with carrying two needles with her?
The little girl rolled her eyelashes -- besides, these few silver needles are not long, but they are very effective.

If the needle is stained with poison and sticks at the fatal point of a living person, it will be a wonderful hidden weapon to steal a person's life in silence. For a girl as weak and petite as her, it is very important to hide some life-saving means at hand. Reasonable?

What a fuss.

Mu Xici shrugged nonchalantly, but Mo Jingyao was choked up by her words—her logic was too reasonable, her tone was too gentle, he really couldn't find any fault .

But... I always feel that there is still something wrong.

Emperor Yunjing looked at the approaching needle point with a cold light, and instinctively shrunk his neck back, trying to avoid the judgment of the silver needle.

Mu Xiyin, who was dazed for a moment, suddenly stopped her little sister, frowning slightly with her slender eyebrows: "Wait, Ah Ci, when did you learn this acupuncture skill?"

"It's about His Majesty's dragon body, we can't let us mess around."

"Well, when I was living in Zhuangzi in the suburbs of Beijing, I learned it from the Taoist priests in the nearby Taoist temple." Everyone has to study medicine.

"The Taoist temple has a nice view, and it's more lively than Zhuangzi. When I have nothing to do, I will play the Lingqin and take me there to play, and send some incense from time to time. Once I come and go, I get acquainted with the Taoist priests in the temple."

"They saw me as a girl, living alone in the village with a group of maids and women, and they felt pity for me, and they taught me a lot of skills by the way."

This is the truth. Although Mu Wenjing didn't want to see her back then, his food and clothing were not bad at all. It should be the case of the lady of the Duke's Mansion. It's just that Zhuangzi is big, there are few people, and there are more vacant rooms. It's deserted, which makes it look desolate.

The monthly routines of the servants in Zhuangzi are all from the public account of the Duke's mansion, and her monthly silver is only for her use. In addition, she was not yet ten years old at that time and had no place to spend money, so she simply added money to the old Taoist temple from time to time. Light incense.

She often went to the temple to play and add fragrance. The Taoist priests saw that she was young and quite strong, so they were willing to chat with her a little more and teach some simple and easy-to-understand things, such as reading and calligraphy, recognizing hexagrams and planting flowers, and some daily skills. The superficial medical skills used.

Therefore, before she was picked up by her master in her previous life, she had already read many Taoist scriptures and recognized the most basic three-day gossip. (Note: Xiantian gossip, Zhongtian gossip, Houtian gossip, the order of gossip is different, Xiantian comes from Hetu, Houtian comes from Luoshu, Zhongtian has been lost)

"The Taoist temple in the suburbs of Beijing..." Mu Xiyin was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then she frowned slightly, "Although the corner of the Taoist temple is remote, it is still considered to be very fragrant, and I hope it will be effective."

"Since it was taught to you by the priests, you can imagine that there won't be any mistakes. You just need to be more careful when inserting the needle."

"Don't worry, sister, I know what's going on." Mu Xici nodded with a smile, and slapped Emperor Yunjing's protruding head with lightning speed.

The latter was caught off guard and was firmly pressed by someone. When he regained consciousness, he was about to struggle, when he felt a huge force from the top of his head, and the hair on the back of his neck was fluffed up.

The moment he was in a trance, three thin needles were inserted into the back of his neck.

The needle was inserted into the neck, and his hot and swollen cheeks gradually cooled down. After a few breaths, the abnormally red face due to congestion also returned to its usual appearance.

"Okay, Your Highness Seventh, I'll go with you to the rockery." The little girl withdrew the needle and loosened the formula pinched on her fingertips, with a calm expression and a calm tone, "Sister, I will leave the prince to you. "

Naturally, the blood in the old emperor's body could not be unblocked so quickly by just using the silver needle to enter the acupuncture point, so she secretly pinched while pressing his head, and helped him calm down by the way.

In this way, the qi of the five elements in his body is drawn by her aura, driving the blood in the whole body, and the swelling speed is naturally faster.

"Remember, you must pull it tight, in, not out."

"No problem." Mo Qingyun nodded, and followed Mu Xiyin to carefully stuff the two silk handkerchiefs. After Mo Junli and the two of them entered the cave and wrapped Emperor Yunjing's ears, they could work together to knock the old man away. The emperor came to the rescue.

"Master Guoshi, you played really beautifully just now." When he walked around the rockery, the boy quietly gave the little girl a thumbs up, "They didn't see it, but I saw it clearly—you made the trick Bar?"

"Well, I pinched someone to clear the air, otherwise how could it be so fast." Mu Xici closed her eyes, "However, we have to move quickly, so that His Majesty's face will not swell up again later."

"Understood." Mo Junli responded, leading the little girl into the rockery.

The moment Mu Xici saw Emperor Yunjing's buttocks, the expression on Mu Xici's face also instantly collapsed. Fortunately, she has been chanting scriptures all the year round, and has spent a long time in the former court and the battlefield, so she can quickly control her face.

The movements of the two were neat, and they tossed the two handkerchiefs in twos and threes, and at the same time assigned their personal tasks.

Mu Xici tightened the handkerchief, while Mo Junli held down his father's shoulder.

The young man glanced at Mo Jingyao's unsightly posture, and gave a fake cough: "Old man, are you ready?"

"It's all right, you just pull it." Emperor Yunjing nodded with difficulty, he doesn't want to care about face now, he just wants to save his head!
"Succeed, cousin Yun, I shouted, let's—"

"One, two, three, use your strength—" Mo Junli yelled, and Mo Qingyun outside the rockery immediately pushed Mo Jingyao's forehead.

Under Sipa's wrap, his swollen ears didn't take much effort to get out of the cave, and finally he was free. Emperor Yun Jing paralyzed on the ground regardless of his image, and gasped for breath.

He thought that he would never hide in the rockery again in his life.

　Old Mo recognized the reality: These bastards are not normal! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)