Was the whole group wiped out in the previous life? Reborn to drag the crippled king into the bridal

The Duke of Fuguo sat there motionless, "Girl, hurry up and give me the acupuncture, or I will really get nervous."

Mo Zhaohua reached out to take the needle, "The acupuncture has been performed. Zhao Zhao said it doesn't hurt. Grandfather didn't even feel it."

The Duke of Fuguo was very puzzled. "Strange, the imperial physician had given me acupuncture before, but why was it so painful sometimes?"

Mo Zhaohua continued to find acupuncture points and give acupuncture. "It depends on what acupuncture points they are and what specific treatments they are. Some of them can be very painful."

Acupuncture should be performed with full concentration, but she was able to do two things at once, relieving the pressure on the Duke of Fuguo while accurately inserting the silver needle into the acupuncture points.

Chu Xuanchi also experienced acupuncture after being injured, but the doctors were all focused and cautious, so it wasn't that easy.

The first time he saw her giving acupuncture, he was shocked and admired her even more for how she could have practiced so well even though she was secluded in the boudoir.

Thinking of his own injuries, he suddenly had an idea: could she be the lucky star sent to him by God, or even a fairy?

Of course, he was just thinking about it. There are no gods in the world.

Whether it is an imperial physician or a famous doctor, there will always be apprentices or medicine boys to help, and someone will hand you the silver needle in time when acupuncture is performed.

However, Mo Zhaohua was alone, so every time he needed a needle, he had to get a new one, heat it over the oil lamp, and then find the acupuncture points and insert the needles.

Chu Xuanchi wanted to help her, but he didn't know much about medicine, so he asked first, "Zhao Zhao, are these silver needles the same?"

Mo Zhaohua was able to distract himself and answer, "They are slightly different. There are three types in total, long, medium and short. I have one open."

Chu Xuanchi took a close look at the wooden box. There were three compartments inside, and the length of the silver needles in each compartment was indeed different.

He saw Mo Zhaohua pick up a medium-length silver needle and asked, "Can I help you? Just find the acupuncture point and insert the needle?"

Mo Zhaohua had an imperial physician assist her in her previous life, so she was used to having help. "Of course, as long as my husband doesn't mind the trouble."

Chu Xuanchi was eager to say, "How can this be troublesome? It is my honor to help Zhao Zhao. Then I will take the needle."

Mo Zhaohua took off his shoes and got on the bed, kneeling behind the Duke of Fuguo, "Then I'll have to trouble you, my husband. Today, you only need to use the middle needle."

It would have been better to be at the back, but she had to remove the needle before, and she felt it was inconvenient for Chu Xuanchi to sit in a wheelchair, so she didn't ask him for help.

Now that he has taken the initiative to propose it, if she refuses, it might hurt his self-esteem. Besides, he also knows his own limitations.

If he couldn't do it, he definitely wouldn't mention it. So why should she worry about it? She could just let him help.

Chu Xuanchi took a silver needle and heated it over the oil lamp, then handed it to Mo Zhaohua for acupuncture. They cooperated very well.

With his help, Mo Zhaohua became more efficient, "This is much faster. Zhao Zhao should have asked her husband for help earlier."

Chu Xuanchi felt uncomfortable and was very concerned about himself. "Is Zhao Zhao afraid that it would be inconvenient for me to speak up?"

Mo Zhaohua didn't dare to admit it, "No, I have always practiced secretly by myself, and I didn't expect this."

Although it is important to be frank with each other, a white lie can sometimes soothe a person's heart. She doesn't want him to be sad.

Chu Xuanchi handed over another silver needle, "Why do you want to practice secretly?"

Mo Zhaohua probed for acupuncture points with one hand and applied acupuncture with the other. "Zhao Zhao is the daughter of the Shangshu Mansion after all. She should learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting instead of becoming a female doctor."

Although female doctors are not considered to be of the lowest class, it is indeed easy for people to look down upon or even laugh at a female doctor if a noble lady works as one.

Chu Xuanchi reacted, "Sorry, I forgot that this is in Shengjing. Women in Southern Xinjiang don't have so many rules."

"Zhao Zhao doesn't want to follow so many rules, but she was born in Shengjing and has no choice, unless she is not afraid of being pointed at when she goes out."

Mo Zhaohua is a woman after all, so how can she not care about her reputation? She also doesn't want to become the topic of conversation for others after dinner.

"When my husband recovers from his injury, it would be great if we could go to Southern Xinjiang. By then, my husband will protect our country and I will treat the dying and the wounded."

Having said that, she really wanted to stay away from Shengjing, but she couldn't do it for the time being because she had not yet avenged her past life.

Chu Xuanchi's eyes brightened, "Zhao Zhao thinks the same as this king, there are too many intrigues under the emperor's feet, I don't like it."

"I also miss the days in the West. After hearing what you said, I can understand why the fourth brother is unwilling to come back."

It has been many years since the Duke of Fuguo returned to Shengjing. He has long been tired of the disputes in the officialdom and exhausted of dealing with the twists and turns of the civil servants.

However, unless these military generals return home wrapped in their horse's hide, they will have to return home sooner or later, and his home is in Shengjing.

"I miss my uncle so much. Zhaozhao hasn't seen him for many years." The last time Mo Zhaohua saw Rong Xiao was seven years ago.

Speaking of the youngest son, the Duke of Fuguo also missed him very much, "Who doesn't? This brat, even his father doesn't want him anymore."

Chu Xuanchi sighed, "After years of fighting, the treasury is empty and food and grass are insufficient. Now the situation in the west is not optimistic either."

The Duke of Fuguo was relieved, "Yes, the eldest and I are back, but the fourth one cannot come back unless he returns in triumph."

Chu Xuanchi talked about the war with the Duke of Fuguo, which distracted him and relieved his tension, so that Mo Zhaohua could concentrate on acupuncture.

When they were chatting happily, Mo Zhaohua suddenly said, "Okay, Grandfather, please take a rest for a while. Zhao Zhao will remove the needles for you later."

The Duke of Fuguo almost forgot that he was still undergoing acupuncture. "Is it all right now?"

Mo Zhaohua glanced at the clepsydra and said, "It's almost an hour."

After such a long time, the Duke of Fuguo still sat there motionless like a mountain. "Time passed so quickly?"

Mo Zhaohua curled his lips, "My grandfather and my husband got so carried away when they talked about the war."

Chu Xuanchi quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I only cared about myself and ignored Zhao Zhao."

Mo Zhaohua didn't care. "It's okay. It's better if Zhao Zhao can concentrate. You two must be thirsty. Let's have some tea."

She stood up and went to the table to bring the tea over. Everyone continued to chat while drinking tea, still talking about the war.

There have been constant wars since the time of the previous emperor. Xiyan has invaded repeatedly, Nanzhao has pressed forward step by step, and Beirong is eyeing them covetously. We can only rely on marriage alliances to resolve the issue.

After Emperor Wenzong ascended the throne, Southern Zhao invaded southern Xinjiang. He asked his eldest daughter, Princess Jiazhen, to marry Southern Zhao, and the country was at peace for a few years.

Xiyan and Beirong took the opportunity to propose that Princess Dongling marry the emperor. Emperor Wenzong wanted to agree, but then the good news of a great victory came from the western border.

At that time, the morale of the whole country was greatly boosted, and the defeated Xiyan naturally did not dare to talk about the marriage again. If they really wanted to talk about it, they would be the ones to propose the marriage.

Seeing that Xiyan suffered a great loss, Beirong quickly gave up the idea, and as a result, there has been no more princess marriages in the past few years.

Chu Xuanchi calculated the time in his mind, "The Great Victory in the Western Frontier, was it my grandfather's last battle in the Western Frontier?"

This was the most proud achievement of the Duke of Fuguo. He was delighted when he mentioned it. "Yes, I can be considered to have returned triumphantly."

Although he was not a grand marshal, he was a very important figure in the Western Frontier Army at that time, and his contribution in this battle was indispensable.

After returning to the court, Emperor Wenzong treated him so well and even assigned him an imperial physician, which was partly due to his contribution in this battle.

Mo Zhaohua thought of Chu Xuanhan, "My husband, you have been in Southern Xinjiang for many years. Do you know how Princess Jiazhen is doing in Southern Xinjiang?"