The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 149

"The Niangniang, the six emperors are healthy, there is nothing wrong with it." The royal doctor replied to the ground, and the results of the careful diagnosis of the doctors of the Shuyi maiden were repeated.

Shu Shu's double fingertips, which were placed together, were slightly moved, and they looked at the three doctors in front of them.

"Working with three adults, this is a hard work. Little gratitude, don't push it." Waving people made a reward, Shu finally finally let go of the boulder.

How is this so ridiculous? Sending away the royal doctor, Shu Shu’s heart repeatedly pondered, still did not make it clear.

Things are making a lot of noise, and the result is just a bad word? Is it all about it, just to stir up Helen’s entry into the government? Isn't this the handwriting of Helian Minmin or Mu Yantou?

Shu Shu couldn't understand that this was a weird thing. She could only go to Zong Zhenglin's two women to make a bitter plan.

The harem woman got the letter, and for a time it was quite easy to make a cloud. Helian Minmin is fine, at least that Helen’s family is guilty of this time. They used to contact He Lianzhen before, and they were not ugly on the face.

In stark contrast to the harem woman, Yuan Cheng’s face finally has a dignity.

Putting down the ombudsman’s secret report, Yuan Chengdi’s eyes were far away, and afterwards, he thought about it for a long while, calling Gu Changde, and passing the court’s judgment, and the palace was the request of the old six.

This is a broken example. The two hospitals of the Royal Hospital have only been treated for the Empress Dowager and the Princess and the Emperor. This time, Helian Minmin’s business was implicated in whether Zong Zhenglin’s nephew and He Lian’s family were loyal. Yuan Chengdi had to be cautious and could only make an exception for this.

Zong Zhenglin’s syllabus made him bother. Now, if there is something wrong with it, how to deal with it requires a decisive decision. The great Wei prince, can you be blinded by women? Yuan Chengdi Yue wants to fold deeper between the eyebrows.

Gu Changde led the court and sentenced the adults to rush to the Six Emperors' House to see the unusually surprised Helian.

He Lianmin sensitized how to change, Mu Xiyao did not explore. She got the news, but she raised her eyebrows and took her fingers to calculate the date of Zong Zhenglin's return to Beijing.

In the afternoon of this day, the two courts sentenced the adults to frown and go back to the Royal Study Room.

"The emperor of the emperor, the emperor's pulse can not be diagnosed abnormally. However, according to the appearance of the minister, there is indeed a very slight phenomenon of emptiness. Now the emperor is using the prescription of the body, which has a few herbs, can be mild Influencing the characterization of the pulse. As a result, the pulse is only a half-time, and it is really impossible to see the truth. If you want to know the body condition as soon as possible, it is best to stop the prescription and let the pulse be naturally reconciled. It will be clear."

The two courts have ruled that the adults have been negotiating for a long time, and they are afraid to utter rumors about things that are temporarily uncertain. The demise of this prince is not a random matter. When it comes to His Highness, no one wants to offend the cold-faced master who looks at the awesome three-pointer.

"If you stop taking the medicine, can you recover it in a few days and see it again?"

"It will be three days, and it will be five days slow. As long as the emperor converts to the micro-committee and no longer uses drugs privately, he will be able to diagnose the results."

Yuan Chengdi daggers, retreating two people, and calling Gu Changde nearby.

"I understand it? Go to speed." This small matter of stopping the drug, a command is enough.

"Telling He Lianshi, I am waiting to see the results." If you dare to take the medicine privately and interfere with the diagnosis of the doctor, you will not have to study it.

He Lianmin felt stiff and sent Gu Gonggong out of the house. When he came back, his face was tight.

"Very often diagnosed, why do you need to stop taking medicine?" Looking at Feng Wei, He Lianmin felt as if he wanted to seek comfort. The confidence that was originally determined, with the slogan of Yuan Chengdi, became shaken and feared.

Feng Wei had an idea at this time, but he could not speak. Among the family, no one knows, and the diagnosis and treatment of this kind of repeated sputum, most of them can not get a good result. This is clearly a matter of things.

Helian Minmin knows this question but does not do much. What I can count on now is that Helian’s family is on the same boat and they are closely related to each other. It is best to come up with a response.

In the past day, only news came from the family and she was "slightly safe." The famous doctor's hand she asked for was not seen. He Lianmin Min was in a cold heart, and he was thinking about it. He saw Feng Xiao’s face excited, and he did not breathe evenly and slammed the curtain and said loudly.

"The master, His Royal Highness returns to the government!"

"Ah!" Mu Xiyao was awakened during his nap, and when he blinked, he fell into a pair of deep-eyed phoenixes. The woman who is not awake scared and exclaimed, and raised her hand to greet the people in front of her.

"Reverse you!" Zong Zhenglin's soft face was dark and dark, accurately slamming Mu Xiyao's wrist, and slammed her down on her little buttocks.

"唔~~" The pain made Mu Xiyao gradually return to God, wrinkled a small nose, familiar with the light ink fragrant around the tip of the nose.

Zong Zhenglin was waiting to open the trainer, and he saw Mu Xiyao, who was gradually clearer, and screamed at him. The arm instantly wrapped around his neck, and the small head slammed into his chest, and there was no rule to smash it.

"His Royal Highness!" Mu Xiyao Ying Ying water eyes sparkling, looking at Zong Zhenglin, looking at his water, and his heart suddenly softened down.

"This temple is back to the government, Jiaojiao likes to meet like this?" This woman is violent, not a mild day. Especially when getting out of bed, the fire is particularly easy to be provoked.

Mu Xiyao recalled the heroic move of half-dream and half-awake. Hey, I almost gave the boss a smash!

"His Royal Highness, pain ~ ~" quickly transfer the topic, this oolong has to play the sloppy eyes to wipe past. Mu Xiyao was tearful, with a small mouth and a grievance to Zong Zhenglin.

Grandma's, come back to play the temper of the overlord. Just not recognizing people, as for such resentful revenge? Mu Xiyao is playing **** the villain, but on the face is delicate and soft, it looks very attractive.

Zong Zhenglin leaned over and kissed her in front of her forehead, and hugged the person tightly, and the big hand restrained and walked on Mu Xiyao.

"Jiaojiao, can you think about it?"

Mu Xiyao secretly rewarded him with a white eye, handing homework every day, and eating rice and eating rice still missed a fart!

The boss's book is whatever she wants, she can't. She was essayed, and there was no day in this day. Every afternoon, Mu Xiyao must rack his brains and scratch his ears. In this case, people who waited for her were all looking at them, and they couldn’t bear to look straight.

Woodland once sneaked a whisper with Molan, saying that it was the Lord’s reply to His Highness, and that look was terrible. This made Mu Xiyao unfortunately heard, and for several days, he was deliberately correcting his manners.

Now Zong Zhenglin is also very embarrassed to ask "thinking tightly", Mu Xiyao can not help but hold the boss neck, he will correct his brain.

It is a pity that Mu Xiyao’s timidity will be so long and for a while, and it’s the mainstream route in front of the Sixth Hall. This is not, the boss looks a little deeper, this woman has no ambition.

"Beyond Your Highness, you want to be a little bit more." This is a must-have, and the boss must be satisfied.

Sure enough, Zong Zhenglin’s lips provoked, and Feng Wang’s Guanghua Dasheng, leaning over her lips, buried her head as a kiss.