Prosperous Concubine

Chapter 411 Yutang Shows Her Power (1)
Mu Yutang looked at the night sky, the golden moon was big and round, shining light all over the ground, the moon was already the fullest, I don't know if Xiao Qingyu had a poisonous hair!

"Crack!" The crisp sound of cracking porcelain shook people's eardrums in the silent night.

Mu Yutang was startled, followed the prestige, and saw the second floor of Xuechen Building, her cold eyes narrowed sharply, something happened to Xiao Qingyu!

Pointing to her toes, her slender figure skillfully passed Feng Wuhen and the Xueyi guards, and ran straight to the Xuechen Tower.

"Miss Mu." The snow-clothed guards let out a low cry, and were about to give chase.

Feng Wuhen stopped them with a wave of his hand. Seeing Mu Yutang push open the door and break into the small building, he sighed softly in his heart: "Let her in." For so many years on August [-]th, the eldest son was alone, so that Mu Yutang went in to accompany him, maybe he would suffer less pain.

Mu Yutang ran up to the second floor and hurriedly pushed open the door, only to see broken pieces all over the floor. Xiao Qingyu stood by the wall, pressing his temples with both hands, and slammed against the wall forcefully, his full forehead hit There was a little blood red.

"Xiao Qingyu!" Mu Yutang was shocked, and hurried forward, trying to grab his arm and pull him away from the wall.

I don't want to, as soon as the little hand touched Xiao Qingyu's sleeve, he was thrown out by him: "Go away."

Mu Yutang was caught off guard, and was thrown four or five meters away, and fell heavily on the messy ground. The bones in her whole body seemed to be falling apart, and she couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

The cold voice penetrated into Xiao Qingyu's ears, with a touch of pain, Xiao Qingyu's long body trembled, and slowly turned around to look at her: "Yutang!"

Xiao Qingyu's face was pale and blue, his red and swollen forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, and his obsidian-like pupils were full of pain.

Mu Yutang felt palpitations in her heart. The poison of the waning moon would strike every August 16th. Xiao Qingyu had suffered for 16 years. [-] years ago, he was a child of two or three years old. A child should be cut to death for such a murderous act.

Enduring the pain, she stood up and walked quickly towards Xiao Qingyu: "It's me, how are you?"

Fresh air rushed towards his face, Xiao Qingyu's eyes froze, he waved a sapphire cup, and smashed it hard at Mu Yutang's feet, shards flew, his clear voice was tinged with pain: "Don't come here...you go... "

He was in so much pain that he couldn't help damaging everything around him. He didn't want to hurt Mu Yutang.

Mu Yutang looked at his pained eyes, paused, and said anxiously: "I know some ways to relieve headaches, I can help you..."

"It's useless, this is not an ordinary headache!" Xiao Qingyu frowned. He practiced medicine to understand the poison of the waning moon. He was still helpless.

The sharp pain rushed over like mountains and seas, one after another quickly, then violently, Xiao Qingyu wanted to hit the wall again, his black eyes were stained with blood, he forced himself to endure the pain, and walked towards Mu Yu Tang gritted his teeth and growled, "Go... hurry..."

Looking at his painful gaze, Mu Yutang focused her beautiful eyes, tapped her toes, and came to Xiao Qingyu's side in an instant, pulled out the hairpin, and stabbed it fiercely on his acupuncture points.

Xiao Qingyu was caught off guard and his acupuncture points were tapped, he couldn't move his body, the pain was running through his limbs, his palms were covered with cold sweat, he said puzzledly: "Yutang, what are you doing?"

"Help you relieve your illness." Mu Yutang said, and carefully helped Xiao Qingyu to lie on the bed. She leaned over and took out a set of silver needles and a few bottles of top-quality painkillers from the bedside table.

"You can't help me..." Xiao Qingyu's eyes flashed a trace of bitterness, the pain suddenly invaded, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be on fire. He forcibly endured it, clenched his teeth, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent.

He also wanted to lie quietly and endure the poisonous hair, but the poison of the waning moon was too strong, too strong, and he was bruised all over his body if he didn't hit it, which couldn't relieve the heart-piercing pain at all.

"If you don't try, how do you know that I can't help you?" Mu Yutang glared at him, opened the silver needle bag, and the rows of silver needles shone coldly under the night pearl light. She quickly scanned the silver needles, Wanting to find the most suitable one, from the corner of his eye, he saw Xiao Qingyu's eyes were full of pain, and his pupils were instantly filled with blood. His clenched hands suddenly opened, and he turned over and sat up.

Mu Yutang was shocked, the pain actually rushed out of Xiao Qingyu's acupoints, how much pain did he have?
Twirling a silver needle with her slender fingers, it pierced into the acupuncture point on Xiao Qingyu's forehead like lightning.

A faint coolness rushed straight into his mind, his body trembled, and the pain in his eyes faded a bit.

Mu Yutang secretly thought it was effective, and stabbed more than a dozen silver needles into Xiao Qingyu's head like lightning.

A strong coolness penetrated into his mind, and collided with the pain. Xiao Qingyu's pain was near and far away, light and heavy, and his complexion was blue and white, changing rapidly. After a while, the pain prevailed and washed away the coolness. without a trace.

Xiao Qingyu's body was filled with pain again. He looked at Mu Yutang with helplessness in his eyes: "I have used the method of pricking acupuncture points with silver needles before, and it didn't work at all." The pain of an hour is so small that it is not worth mentioning.

"My silver acupuncture point is also assisted by traditional Chinese medicine." Mu Yutang smiled mysteriously, and pressed the ointment-coated fingertips on Xiao Qingyu's temple, gently rubbing it.

Xiao Qingyu only felt two waves of coldness penetrate from his temples, instantly reaching his limbs, and as the blood flowed to every part of his body, he suppressed the raging pain.

The coldness brought by the silver needle revived in an instant, and combined with the coldness of the ointment, quickly wiped away the monstrous pain inch by inch. The pain had no resistance, and was swallowed up bit by bit by the ointment and the silver needle.

The pain disappeared without a trace, and the coldness also dissipated instantly. The internal force flowed back and forth in the limbs, and it was indescribably comfortable and comfortable. Xiao Qingyu looked at Mu Yutang in surprise, and the poisonous hair that had tortured him for more than ten years was actually real. was relieved by her.

Xiao Qingyu exhausted most of his internal energy, his body and mind were exhausted, his mood relaxed, and he felt drowsy. He lowered his eyelids and said in a low voice: "Yutang, what medicine are you using?"

Mu Yutang watched his expression gradually return to normal, and smiled slightly: "It's the painkiller you prescribed." The medicine in Xuechen Building, just take out a bottle of it is the best, and she doesn't need to bring it from other places.

Xiao Qingyu's eyes sank. He also used silver needles and painkillers to detoxify, but it didn't work. Why did Yutang use the same method to relieve the monstrous pain?
The temples were gently massaged by delicate hands, which was indescribably comfortable. Xiao Qingyu was puzzled and fell asleep unknowingly.

Seeing that he was sleeping peacefully, Mu Yutang breathed a long sigh of relief. She learned this remedy for headaches on a whim in modern times, but she didn't expect it to be of great use.

Looking down at Xiao Qingyu, his eyes were lightly closed, his tightly locked brows slowly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a faint smile, An Ran's peaceful sleeping face was unbearable to be insulted.

(End of this chapter)