The Evil Emperor Pursues His Wife: Sheng Chong Shifei

Chapter 207 Eight Classics Catalog
King Xuan was very helpless, he had something to ask for at this time, and for the sake of his grandson, he had to endure it.He asked, "Can I see Lei'er?"

"Okay, come with me." Shangguan Qing asked King Xuan to go together, and said to the people in Prince Xuan's mansion who wanted to follow: "At most three people, the rest wait here."

The young female relatives present rushed over one after another, wanting to show off in front of the old prince and the prince, Shangguan Qing frowned when she saw Yingying Yanyan suddenly squeezed over, it was really too noisy.

King Xuan said in a deep voice: "We're all waiting here. I can just go and have a look by myself. I'd like to invite you."

"This way."

The specially built intensive care ward is at the end of the corridor on the second floor of the big house. There are not many people who are lucky enough to live in it. It has been empty before, and it is cleaned according to the regulations.

Coming outside the door, Shangguanqing asked Xuan Wang to look at the situation in the ward through a small crystal window.

The ward was clean and white, and the lights shone in from a few holes on the wall, illuminating the room brightly. When the angle was shifted, you could still see the colorful lights in the light.This was arranged by Shangguan Qing with crystals, lamps and copper mirrors, in order to reduce the smoke and dust pollution from the oil lamps in the ward.

King Xuan smelled a pungent smell, it was Shangguan Qing's homemade disinfectant.

"Can I go in and take a look?"

"Not for the time being." Shangguan Qing shook her head and pointed to the nurse inside the room who was wiping Chu Qianlei's wound. The other person was dressed in pure white, with only a pair of eyes exposed.

"We have to avoid all possible foreign invasions. If the prince understands the vitality, it will be easier, just like the sixth prince."

"Thank you." King Xuan thanked Shang Guanqing and left.

After ordering people to send someone to guard Chu Qianlei all day, Shangguan Qing went back to the study to read a book for a while, when He Ye came and said that Miss Yiyu, the eldest maid of Prince Xuan's Mansion, begged to see her and begged to take care of Chu Qianlei. Ye laughed and said, "Another restless one."

"Let Chu Qianlei go home after the dangerous period. I'm impatient to see those women fighting each other."

"No." Just as He Ye was about to leave, Shangguan Qing stopped her and asked, "Before you didn't answer me, Qian Han is in Qiongya Military Prefecture, will you bring the local rich woman back home?"

The lotus leaf tilted its head with difficulty.

Shangguan Qing smiled: "I don't want to embarrass you, go down, unless there is something wrong with Chu Qianlei's hand, you can handle other things yourself."

"No." He Ye retreated gracefully, the speed was really fast.

Being driven out from the side door, Miss Yiyu gritted her silver teeth in anger, and two young men trotted over from the nearby carriage, and helped Yiyu into the carriage.

Sitting in the car, the woman in Chinese clothes who was outstanding before asked, "Isn't it possible?"

Yiyu said: "It's really maddening. I won't let me see the prince after all my good words. I don't want any money, and they kicked me out."

The woman in gorgeous clothes pondered for a while and said: "Forget it, let her be arrogant, in case the son's hand can't be recovered, I think she still has the face to call herself a miracle doctor."

This beautiful woman is King Xuan's favorite side concubine. She wants to have a son every day and wants to be righted. The eldest son Chu Qianlei is a thorn in her side.This time the prince was injured, in her eyes, it was an opportunity, and he was about to become a useless person, how could anyone take his hand back, judging by the expression of the prince when he came back, it should be done.

She originally wanted Yiyu to serve the son so that it would be convenient for her to do so, but Shangguan Qing refused to accept it.

Yiyu didn't know what the side concubine was thinking, and thought it was the side concubine who wanted to promote her. If she could climb into the prince's bed and have a few more children beside her, she would no longer have to serve others in her next life, and she could become a noble person in the palace .

The people in the small car had different thoughts, and the drivers and servants outside the car were struggling to move forward against the snow.

The sixth prince, Chu Qianyun, curled up and squatted on a roof opposite to Shangguan Qing’s house. The heavy snow had completely covered him. His inner vitality circulated, and almost all the vitality was restrained in his body. After reading the catalog of the Eight Classics of Brother and Foot, his cultivation was renewed every day. If his leg injury hadn't fully healed, he really wanted to challenge Chu Qianhan in Hainan and prove to Shang Guanqing that he was the best.

"You should be with me." Chu Qianyun thought to herself, and her mind was full of Shangguan Qing's back when she walked out of the operating room.

He looked at the carriage leaving slowly, and slowly raised his hand. A dead branch stuck out from the snow, and two wooden needles flew out and pierced the heads of the two women in the carriage.

"There are two less filth in the world."

Chu Qianyun closed his eyes and tried hard to find the meridians that might exist on the trunk of the body. After getting the catalog of the eight hand and foot meridians, he also guessed that Shangguan Qing had concealed the map of the meridians of the trunk of the body. He also wanted to come and ask Shangguan Qing, but he Knowing that Shangguan Qing would not say anything, maybe Shangguan Qing would tell the second and third brothers. Thinking of this, Chu Qianyun felt depressed and wanted to shout.

"Why? Why?" Chu Qianyun cried out in pain.

In the imperial palace, Chu Huaitian read the "Eight Classics Illustrated Record" again in the secret pavilion, and circulated the vitality in his body in a big cycle, but in the main part, there was always a sense of sluggishness.

"There must be a meridian map of the main trunk, Shangguan Qing, Shangguan Qing, it will really surprise people. Is this really the secret technique of Shenjitai?"

Chu Huaitian looked at the woman sitting in the wheelchair not far away.

If Shangguan Qing sees her, she will definitely recognize her. She is Custody Dong who accompanies Zhou Ruoyun to kill Qian Qing's biological mother.

She had two broken legs, and her face became much rounder due to the inability to move, and she was less bitter than before, and a little more peaceful.

Dong Jianbao also read the "Eight Classics Illustrated Records", and after running it on his arms, he also felt the mystery in it.

She shook her head and said: "This is not the secret technique of Shenjitai. I have followed the eldest lady for ten years, and I have also entered the scripture pavilion of Shenjitai. There is no record about the eight scriptures of hand and foot. At that time, the eldest lady wanted to be the lord. The old venerable lord is retreating and ignoring, there is no one in the Tibetan scripture pavilion, and I have read all the secret books in it."

"What about Shangguan Qing's medical skills?" Chu Huaitian asked again.

"Her suturing skills are indeed similar to the killing skills of Shenjitai. No wonder the eldest lady is jealous of the second lady. Thinking of this, the second lady is indeed a genius." Dong Ju's character is much gentler than before, which is why she can The guarantee of survival, she used to be a killer, she felt that she could treat death as home, but the longer she was imprisoned, the more afraid of death she became.

"Let's talk about Zhou Cang's poison technique, his vitality ability is too troublesome."

"Yes." Cui Cui Dong began to talk about the information he had said dozens of times.

While punching, Chu Huaitian circulated vitality in his body, using all the super masters he had seen as imaginary enemies, including Zhou Cang, Shangguan Qing, Chu Qianshui, and Chu Qianhan.

Fighting against these people, Chu Huaitian was sure of winning, but when he simulated a thousand armored forbidden soldiers in his mind, he suddenly felt powerless. Even he couldn't kill all the armored forbidden soldiers head-on.

"Three hundred and three." Chu Huaitian silently read out a number, which was the number of armored imperial soldiers he could kill in battle.

(End of this chapter)