Blind, blind!

He is now blind.

Mingzhu stared at the bright stars outside the house and kept muttering, thinking about where Xiaolan's skills were?

The wind blew, and the hanging branches rubbed against the window edges, making a rustling sound.

Rush rust...

Rub, massage.

By the way, aren’t there many blind massage shops opened in my mother country?

After making up his mind, he prepared the class:

First teach direct push method, partial push method, and rotary push method.

Then, teach the kneading method: finger kneading method, palm kneading method, orozone kneading method...

From then on, in addition to being addicted to the elder brother, Mingzhu also became Xiaolan's massage teacher. The naive, introverted and timid Xiaomei did her best to provide logistics support for both masters and apprentices.

Xiaolan, the massage method is one of the common massage techniques. Continuous massage is tonic, reverse massage is to relieve purgation; palm massage is tonic, finger massage is to relieve purgation; slow massage is tonic, rapid massage is to relieve purgation.

......

Mingzhu's professor, Xiaolan's hard work, has become more and more sophisticated in massage skills. The first to join the clinical trial were several Xiaogong men with good relationships with Xiaomei. He was exploring and succeeding.

If Xiaolan had lost her eyes, if she had not been protected by Mingzhu, she would have been thrown into the human flesh and fertilizer pool by this cruel harem.

For a moment, Xiaolan's method of curing diseases was secretly spread among the low-ranking palace men.

They hid their traces and quietly came to Mingzhu's room, which became a free massage room for a while.

Even after a relatively peaceful month of days, Mingzhu's injuries were almost healed, so Xiaolan put on the eye mask that Mingzhu made specially.

He learned about the many history of this country in the empty space of time and space, and knew that this was another time and space parallel to the era in which he lived, and that the development here would be at least a thousand years later.

The language of this country is the same as that of the mother country. Could it be that the ancestors here are the same clan and common ancestors? Was the pace of development imprisoned by some mantra?

The cultural development here is far from the point of view of literature. In terms of literature, different literary styles of different dynasties in their own country, such as poetry, ancient fu, Tang poetry, Song lyrics, have never appeared here.

Not to mention Yuan opera, opera legend, and opera legend.

Mingzhu suddenly felt that when she traveled through this era, her superiority was not only medicine, but also her hobby - literature.

Any recitation of a Tang poem can make people here admire you very much.

People often say that "eating never gets tired of essence", and the food here, even in the palace, is shoddy and can be called "eating never gets tired of essence".

The development of medicine here is even worse. What is the way of traditional Chinese medicine? It only started here and stayed at the stage of Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs.

Most people who are sick rely on witchcraft, not to mention Western medicine skills.

Mingzhu's more and more superiority is the more she thinks, her own cooking skills, literary cultivation and superb medical skills.

As long as you use a little bit here, you can easily become a skill to keep you alone.

Just when he was so happy that he was unable to spend money, the door was knocked open with a loud bang, and several palace men with fake power came in.

They were a few minions who were leading the way. After coming in and standing still, they knelt down to meet their heads - the chief official of Chendan here.

"There are no need to kneel down for a few people in front of me, get up and tie them up with a rope."

Hearing the order of their officer, the few of them took out the rope and tied Xiaolan and a palace man who was receiving massage with ropes. The palace man who was waiting for massage was also tied to the back.

Are they going to take someone?

Mingzhu asked anxiously:

"Chendan Chief, what are you doing?"

The officer in charge of Chendan cursed with a fierce look:

"You are a little palace man, the son of a criminal, who relies on his possession of a wild breed, and ask me instead? If this were the case, I would have to remove a few of your fingernails and feed them to the dog."

Mingzhu stepped in front of them a few steps and said righteously:

"Xiaolan is my servant. If the servant has made mistakes and commits a crime, the master will take it together. If you want to take it away, you will take me away."

Xiaolan tightened his arm and shook his head in a hurry.

The malicious Chen Dan chief officer smirked and said:

"This is the punishment you sent to your door. Please take him with you."

Mingzhu and the others were tied together, and the palace man pushed him all the way to a palace.

Mingzhu looked up and looked at Xicui Palace.

The inner garden of the Yuyan Kingdom Palace is known for its smallness and femininity, not majestic and unrestrained.

The architectural style is similar to that of Jiangnan small buildings. It is soft and quiet, making people relaxed and peaceful.

The eaves of each temple are phoenixes carved from sandalwood, spreading their wings to fly.

He knew that this was the palace where the imperial concubine, Yan Xi, lived.

It’s true that the enemy is so narrow!

When Mingzhu was brought in, he took a brief look at the luxury inside the palace and realized that this imperial concubine was very popular.

As soon as he stepped into the main hall, Mingzhu was kicked to the ground by someone from behind.

This person is really brave, so he is not afraid of hurting the powder in his stomach.

Mingzhu gently stroked her stomach and said:

"Fong Tuanzi, Xiao Fengniao, didn't you hurt you? The person who bumped into you just now, my father remembers you. When you land in the future, his doomsday will come."

The man did not respond to Mingzhu's intimidation, and the air condensed for a moment.

"Ba"

A crystal clear jade bracelet fell to the ground, and the sound of crushing bones broke the brief silence in the hall.

"Great life, Imperial Concubine!" A slightly immature male voice rang.

Sitting in front of the dressing table in the inner room, Yan Xi, who was admiring himself, did not say anything. Yan Yue's guard was slapping him twice.

"Our newly-reintroduced jade ware workshop in Yuyan Country only paid a tribute to our imperial concubine and gave it to our concubine. You bold slaves broke it. Go and throw yourself into the fertilizer pool!"

This eleven or twelve-year-old Gong man retreated with tears. When he passed by Mingzhu, he suddenly knelt down on his knees and hugged Mingzhu and shouted for help.

One is to save, two or three are also to save, I don’t care about saving this life more.

Mingzhu gritted her teeth and was determined.

"You just kneel behind me obediently. One day when I vent my anger, one day when you will live."

The little man hid behind the hen like a chicken.

Since Mingzhu hit the board, something seems to be wrong!

The chief officer of Chendan looked at Mingzhu in confusion.

"Okay, okay!" The imperial concubine clapped her hands and walked out.
Chapter completed!