The first free king of Tang Dynasty

Sun Simiao was trembling all over his face, he didn't know what to say.

It is not an exaggeration to say that a person like Tang Xiaoyou is a great sage of the world~

My husband is ashamed~
Actually, I was still thinking about those side effects just now. Compared with Tang Xiaoyou, the old man is really shameless~

"Okay, Mr. Sun, I'm ready to perform acupuncture~"

Without further ado, Tang Sufan directly took out the silver needles he had prepared from his mahogany box.

It is a long needle rarely used in Chinese medicine.

Lifting off the quilt, let the court lady remove the clothes above Changsun Wugou's shoulders, revealing her long arms.

After asking the maid to wipe some places with alcohol, Tang Sufan picked up the silver needle in her hand.

The so-called heart of a doctor, now Tang Sufan has no distracting thoughts, and the needle in his hand is like lightning.

Without any hesitation, the needles go away, sometimes like a gust of wind and rain, sometimes slowly.

That technique is as smooth as it has been practiced thousands of times.

The so-called layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Sun Simiao tugged on his beard, but he didn't dare to blink easily.

Among them, Sun Simiao, who read the needle theory, was shocked in his heart, and carefully looked at the position, technique and details of each needle injection of Tang Sufan.

After half an hour.

The arms, lower abdomen, and even around the wound of Changsun Wugou were covered with silver needles.

Immediately, Changsun Wugou's gentle and virtuous complexion became three points ruddy visible to the naked eye, and the sickly pale complexion finally became less pale.

The pulse and breathing are three points stronger.

Call ~
Tang Sufan let out a long breath, it seems that the treatment is finally useful.

If it is true that his Taiyi magic needle is useless, then he really has nothing to do.

……

boom! ! !
There was a sound of a teacup breaking.

King Yan.

In front of him stood a man with a face like a withered ghost.

King Yan's complexion was fierce and flushed.

"Just one arrow short! Just that one arrow! Li Shimin died on the spot! This damn woman actually blocked an arrow for Li Shimin! Is this Yang Qiaoer a waste?!"

The assassination of Shangyuan Ye in Chang'an.

King Yan received the result today.

It is conceivable that the victory that is close at hand is only an inch away, how resentful and angry!
"Oh, that one arrow is missing, it's a pity that this arrow was not shot by the old man, otherwise Li Shimin's arrow must have pierced his chest..."

"Then you should go!"

King Yan glared angrily, this bastard always arrives in time after the fact.

The sinister old man with a face like a withered ghost turned pale and said with a laugh.

"Isn't this old man going to follow His Highness's wishes~"

"This Li Shimin is lucky!"

The King of Yan sat down angrily, calming down the unwillingness and anger in his heart.

"Your Highness, the old man has already inquired about it. Even if that arrow can't kill Li Shimin, his queen may not be so lucky."

King Yan's eyes were narrow, and he murmured in a low voice.

"A queen..."

Soon.

"Oh, that's fine, an emperor can't be killed, and a queen can't be killed. Now, the main thing to do is to mess with Li Shimin's hearts!"

A sinister smile appeared on King Yan's face.

The rain of paper on the streets of Chang'an is not a plan he arranged to kill people.

This Li Shimin, the emperor has been doing well in the past two years, but this king will destroy the people's hearts you have just built.

As long as you, Li Shimin, don't have the support of the people, the honor of the world will change hands.

"Are you sure the queen won't survive?"

The grim-faced old man gave a sinister laugh.

"Jie Jie, don't worry, Your Highness, there is the poison of chaotic grass on the arrow. Although it will be less poisonous if it is contaminated with iron, but the poison of chaotic grass will definitely not heal the wound, fester without healing, and it will last for three days. Within, the body is burning like fire, and the poison is attacking the heart, so I will definitely go west with a crane~"

"Furthermore, that arrow, let alone a strong bow, is another matter of whether Empress Changsun can live for a day or two."

"Then Li Shimin has summoned the doctors from all over the world, which means that even the imperial doctors in the palace can't do anything about it. The eldest grandson empress will not live long~"

Finally, the old man showed a sinister smile.

Finally heard good news.

Who doesn't know who this Empress Changsun is to Li Shimin?
This can be regarded as hitting Li Shimin's seven inches of harm.

King Yan also showed a smile.

"So, very good~"

If a queen dies, Chang'an will be even more chaotic.

Naturally, he will be the one to enjoy it.

When sitting for a long time.

"By the way, does Yang Qiaoer have any news?"

"Since Yang Qiaoer heard that he was hunted down by a group of Imperial Forest Army that night, there has been no news. The old man has also looked for him, but there is no news anywhere. Now, either he was captured by the Imperial Forest Army, or he died in Chang'an."

Shangyuan was in turmoil, and the turmoil is still in full swing.

It is naturally more difficult to find someone.

"Your Highness, tell me, will Yang Qiaoer run away?"

"run?"

The King of Yan sneered.

"As long as Yang Qiaoer is alive, he will not dare to run away. As long as the other tails are cleaned up, she is the only Yang Qiaoer, so there is no need to worry."

"However, we should step up our search for Yang Qiao'er. Whether it's dead or alive, this king must know the result."

"Good Your Majesty~"

The King of Yan pondered for a while, and then a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Also, after one month, when the rumors in Chang'an die down, go and capture Tang Sufan for this king. By the way, you will do it yourself."

He really didn't feel relieved to hand it over to others.

This old guy is a good hand at arresting people and punishing them.

The old man smiled sinisterly.

"Your Highness, is Yang Qiao'er's younger brother? It seems that His Highness wants to find out something back then~"

King Yan frowned in displeasure: "Don't ask too much, I'll let you do it."

While talking, he stretched out his hand to touch the table, only to find that the teacup had been smashed by himself, embarrassing~
Turned around.

"I originally wanted to go to Chang'an, huh, who would have thought that Li Shimin would throw himself into the trap, that's all, let's go and hear, this king is going to Tubo to conspire with each other."

"Alright Your Highness, the old man will do it now~"

……

Time, half a day passed without knowing it.

From the time Tang Sufan followed into the palace in the morning, it was already past noon.

The hanging clouds outside lower the angle of the imperial city~
Temple gate.

Finally opened.

Tang Sufan couldn't hide his tiredness and walked out.

Immediately, the monarch and his party directly surrounded him.

Tang Sufan looked up, good guy, there are enough people.

Except for my father-in-law, Lao Du, Lao Wei, and my old apprentice.

Oh, old grandson~

Oh, old Fang~

Just these two old guys, they changed their surnames when they were acting with me.

In addition, there is also my silly apprentice in a Chinese robe~
All of them dodged their eyes, with a shy smile on their faces.

"Rou'er?"

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(End of this chapter)