Chapter 41 Will You Still Regret Your Marriage

Murong Jie raised his narrow eyes, "Are you tired?"

Zian subconsciously replied: "Tired!"

"Sit down if you're tired, you've worked hard." Murong Jie said kindly.

Zi'an shy for a while, he was really tired, so he sat on the chair next to him.

As soon as his butt touched the chair, Murong Jie raised his voice and said, "Who told you to sit on an equal footing with me?"

Zian stood up abruptly and looked around, but there was no chair shorter 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 secretly in his heart, isn't that the sole of his feet?

She replied humbly and politely: "Your Majesty, your servant is not tired, just stand up."

"Aren't you tired?" Murong Jie stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples, "It's just right if you're not tired. Come here and rub my shoulders and massage your head."

"My lord isn't feeling well?" Although Zian knew that he was making things difficult for him on purpose, but because he had been supporting her from yesterday until now, he endured his unreasonable troubles.

"Headache!" Although Murong Jie deliberately teased her, he really had a headache.

His headache symptoms have lasted for more than two years. Each attack occurred after a high-intensity political discussion. The past two days have been relatively hectic. In addition, something happened in the morning court today, and he started to have a headache after the next court.

Zi'an thought he was faking it, but judging by the color of his face and lips, he was indeed suffering from congestion.

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes that if pain is unreasonable, if it is normal, there will be no pain. There are various problems in the human body, many of which can be seen from the color of the face, eyes, lips, and tongue.

Zian guessed that Murong Jie's cervical spine was blocked, which prevented blood supply to the brain and caused headaches.

She asked Nanny Yang, "Is there any medicinal oil?"

Nanny Yang said: "The imperial doctor should have peppermint ointment, is that okay?"

"Okay!" Zi'an said.

When the imperial physicians in the palace are free, they like to make small gadgets. These ointments and oils are very popular among the concubines in the harem.

Nanny Yang fetched mint ointment and handed it to Zian, Murong Jie frowned, "These things are useless, I have used them before, and I don't like the smell."

Zi'an said: "Whether it's useful or not, you'll know in a while."

She turned her head and said to Nanny Yang: "I still use some wormwood powder left over in the middle of the night, please ask Nanny to roll it up with oiled paper and stuff it tightly."

Just as Murong Jie was about to say no, Zian's fingers had already landed on the center of his brows, separated his two fingers, and rubbed down on the Cuanzhu acupoint.

A comfortable feeling spread from the top of the head, and Murong Jie's "no" was submerged in his throat.

"Be more powerful." Murong Jie ordered authentically.

Zi'an explained: "You can't use too much force on this acupuncture point, don't worry, when you have pain."

"You are getting bolder." Murong Jie said displeased, but closed his eyes and enjoyed it slowly.

Zi'an has been acting with his tail between his legs since he entered the palace, so he can't be said to be confident now, but with the regent, at least he can relax a little.

So, she quoted the Empress Dowager, "Don't question your doctor."

Murong Jie murmured: "Isn't it just your mother's compliments? You've lost your composure."

Zian didn't say anything, his fingers went around his temples, pressed hard a few times, then slid along his neck to the back, pulled down the collar a little, but saw a scar on the back of his neck to his right shoulder blade.

This scar is very dark in color, presumably it was not long after the injury, the wound should go deep into the bone, from the shape, it should be a sword wound, the area around the wound is somewhat bruised, it is inferred that the sword is poisonous, and after the toxin is removed, some flesh around the wound will remain bruise.

Her fingers only stopped for a while, then dug some peppermint cream and applied it, and began to massage with fingering.

There are two lymphatic lines in the neck, his lymphatic lines are very clogged, slightly bulging, no wonder he has a headache.

Zian used finger pressure to push through the lymphatics for him, from behind the ear to Dazhui's area. As soon as she pushed, Murong Jie said angrily, "Be gentle."

Zian comforted softly, "Be patient, the prince's lymph is very clogged, if you don't push it through, the pain will continue."

Zi'an's voice was soft and comforting. This was her usual tone of comforting patients, but it sounded strange to Murong Jie.

Even though he felt pain from this strange feeling, he still couldn't bear to be harsh.

The queen and the noble concubine were sitting not far away, watching this scene, she laughed, "Look at this young man, it's pretty good, isn't it?"

The noble concubine looked over, but her eyes were full of hatred, but she couldn't argue with what the empress dowager said, and said insincerely: "Her medical skills are quite good."

"Yes, both the court judge and the imperial doctor said that Ah Xin was hopeless, but within one night, she brought Ah Xin back to life. Perhaps, she is really the successor of Wen Yi."

"I'm afraid not," the Concubine Gui said indifferently: "This daughter of the Xiangfu, who doesn't go out of the door and doesn't step out, how can she be the heir of Wen Yi? My sister didn't have any objection to this Xia Zi'an at first, but she just pretended to be her." Wen Yi Chuanren feels displeased, and the character is not good, so what's the use of good medical skills?"

The empress dowager waved her hand, "No, you are preconceived. With such a capable daughter-in-law, what else can you complain about?"

With the words "Daughter-in-law, Grand Concubine", the muscles on her face trembled twice, her eyes tightly locked on Zi'an, the eyes were full of hatred like arrows, almost piercing Zi'an several holes.

Even Zian could feel the intensity of these two eyes. She knew it was the Grand Concubine without looking at it. Now in this palace, the only person who would hate her so much was the Crown Prince, but the Crown Prince was not present. So it's none other than the noble concubine.

"Concentrate!" Murong Jie could tell from the strength of her finger pressure that she was distracted, he opened his eyes, just in time to see the noble concubine staring at Zi'an.

He closed his eyes slowly, and said indifferently: "Just be yourself, and you don't need to worry about other things."

Zi'an knew what he was referring to, but he didn't dare to mention the marriage, so he just said softly, "Yes!"

Murong Jie paused for a moment, then said: "Your father asked people to inquire about your affairs in the palace."

Zi'an's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his fingers froze for a moment, but then he continued to push, "The prince should not bow his head for a long time in the future, and his neck and head should exercise properly. Muscles."

A light smile curled up on Murong Jie's lips, well, he's tough enough, patient enough, smart enough, if he's an ordinary person who can't stand it, he would have told him about Prime Minister Xia long ago, to get backing.

Moreover, she should also know that now that King Liang is rescued, any request she makes will be supported by the royal family within a reasonable range.

But she didn't say anything.

However, she was also very stubborn and kept silent, which shows that she did not intend to whitewash the peace.

"Xia Zian!" Murong Jie asked suddenly, "If you were accused of marrying me to this king, would you still regret the marriage?"