Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 119 Rub the belly

"Not very good, the attacks are getting worse. At that moment, I wish I could... just die."

Zhao Jiangning’s face appeared a bit pale.

When the illness strikes, it’s as if ten thousand knives are cutting her flesh, and inside her, there’s a pain like thousands of snakes biting her heart.

Except for her left hand, her whole body is in pain.

At that moment, she wished she was already dead.

That would be a release.

Unlike now, living is worse than dying.

"It’s all your fault. If you had come earlier, elder sister wouldn’t have suffered so much."

Zhao Fujin opened the lunch box, took out the glutinous rice balls, and scooped one into her mouth with a spoon.

When she bit into it and the sesame syrup filling flowed out, Zhao Fujin’s eyes squinted slightly, holding her tongue and said, "It’s sweet, and tastes really good. What did you say it’s called again?"

As if she had forgotten about Chen Mo arriving late.

Zhao Jiangning: "..."

"Tangyuan, tang as in soup, yuan as in round and togetherness."

Chen Mo replied casually, then walked forward, opening the gourd’s mouth, and said to Zhao Jiangning, "Prince De Ning, can you drink it yourself?"

"You... you do it."

"Okay."

While Chen Mo was feeding Zhao Jiangning the potion, Zhao Fujin, who was eating tangyuan, said:

"Every time the illness strikes, elder sister’s stomach hurts the most, so this time she wants to treat her stomach first. Teach me the massage technique."

Chen Mo already knew through simulation, so he responded without any hesitation, "Alright."

He then used Zhao Jiangning’s arm as a model, spending a few minutes teaching Zhao Fujin.

This massage technique was something Chen Mo made up.

Mainly relying on Ancient Heavy Pupils to absorb through the body as a medium.

The reason for fabricating the massage.

If you don’t massage, putting your hand on someone’s body for half an hour or more might lead to misunderstandings.

It’s better to massage.

Besides, massage indeed has the effect of relaxing muscles and meridians, allowing people to believe it.

"Elder sister, I’ll start now."

Zhao Fujin sat by the bedside, slightly nervous.

After all, she was a beginner, and if there was a mistake and she couldn’t cure it, it would be embarrassing.

Zhao Jiangning nodded.

Sitting aside like a lord, eating tangyuan.

To appear as a virtuous gentleman.

While Zhao Fujin was rubbing Zhao Jiangning’s stomach.

Chen Mo did not look in that direction.

"Leave some for me." Perhaps to avoid being so nervous, Zhao Fujin turned back and said to Chen Mo, seemingly not minding that Chen Mo was using the spoon she had just used.

"There’s enough for two portions, no worries. Even if it’s finished, I can make more for you." Chen Mo spoke more casually with Zhao Fujin now.

Of course, if outsiders were present, he remained very respectful.

If it were to spread, with someone plotting against him, he’d surely be charged with disrespect.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fujin said nothing more.

A few minutes later, Zhao Fujin asked Zhao Jiangning, "Elder sister, how does it feel? Is it working?"

Zhao Jiangning shook her head, "Seems like it’s not effective."

Zhao Fujin felt a bit embarrassed and turned back to Chen Mo with a reproachful look, "Chen Hong, did you teach me the right way?"

"Of course, how dare I deceive the prince? Could it be that you weren’t forceful enough to spread the potion inside Prince De Ning?" Chen Mo responded.

Zhao Fujin seemed doubtful.

Zhao Jiangning blushed slightly and said, "Fujin, Chen Hong’s force was indeed stronger when he did it, yours is a bit weak."

"Really?"

Zhao Fujin seemed a bit embarrassed, then said, "Elder sister, I’ll increase the force, let me know anytime to control it..."

"Okay." Zhao Jiangning nodded.

Zhao Fujin worked for another five minutes or so, then asked, "Elder sister, how’s it now?"

"Still... still ineffective." Zhao Jiangning felt a bit embarrassed too.

Feeling awkward, Zhao Fujin glared at Chen Mo angrily, "You didn’t teach... me wrongly, did you?"

"Prince, don’t you trust me?" Chen Mo retorted.

Hearing this, Zhao Fujin’s words halted, her cheeks turning a bit red, then stammered in explanation, "I...I didn’t mean it that way, you...I..."

"You do it." Zhao Fujin gave up, not wanting to embarrass herself further, she thought it might relate to acupoint precision or force control.

Zhao Fujin stepped aside to let Chen Mo take over.

Chen Mo sat by the bedside, asking first, "Prince De Ning, should I... treat the stomach?"

Zhao Jiangning blushed furiously at the question, glancing at Zhao Fujin.

Zhao Fujin knew it was too awkward.

She bravely let Chen Mo teach again.

Chen Mo, having good patience, taught once more.

Zhao Fujin tried again using Chen Mo’s method.

But it still didn’t work.

Though Zhao Fujin said she didn’t doubt Chen Mo, her eyes showed suspicion.

After all, I followed your method.

Why does it work for you and not for me?

Unless you’re hiding something.

Zhao Fujin didn’t attempt further.

She allowed Chen Mo to proceed, watching on to see if he was concealing anything.

To demonstrate more clearly.

Chen Mo directly rubbed Zhao Jiangning’s stomach.

Of course, through the clothes.

Chen Mo said doing it without clothes would have better effects.

But Zhao Jiangning had her bottom line.

If not for the clothes, she’d rather die.

So Chen Mo complied.

Through the clothes, absorption was possible, though less effective. It didn’t make much difference.

As for Zhao Jiangning’s words.

Chen Mo didn’t believe.

A so-called bottom line is meant to be broken.

As for dying, she endured such pain and remained alive, showing her strong will to live; the thought of dying was just fleeting, not truly executable.

After all, living is hard.

But dying is simple.

Moreover, it was a man’s hand rubbing.

Though he’s not entirely a man.

The sensation differs greatly from Zhao Fujin’s.

Being sensitive physically, feeling tingling while her stomach warmed, Zhao Jiangning held Chen Mo’s hand on her stomach.

Several minutes later.

"Elder sister, did it work?" Zhao Fujin watched keenly, noting Chen Mo’s massage mirrored his teaching, dissipating her doubt.

Could it be my problem?

Zhao Fujin pondered if it was about the acupoint or force miscontrol.

With Ancient Heavy Pupils absorbing, strands of Yin Yang Qi extracted from Zhao Jiangning, entering Chen Mo, and Zhao Jiangning felt increasingly relieved.

Meanwhile, a strange feeling arose from her heart.