Chapter 285: Worried about Feng Jing's injury
By the time consciousness regained consciousness, it was already the next day.
Looking out the window, it seemed to be noon.
Did she sleep for so long?
When Xiao Anzi came in with a jade basin, he saw that Hua Tiantian had woken up, and hurriedly threw himself over with a handful of snot and tears, "Your Majesty, you have finally woken up, and the slave is worried about death." β
Hua Tiantian was made to cry and laugh by Xiao Anzi's snot and tears, "Xiao Anzi, it's not that the widow can't wake up, don't worry, the widow is fine." β
Xiao Anzi raised her eyes to confirm that Hua Tiantian had come to her senses, as if she didn't listen to what she said at all, and cried even more fiercely.
Hua Tiantian had no choice but to let Xiao Anzi vent.
In the end, maybe Xiao Anzi was tired of crying, or maybe Xiao Anzi finally realized that he didn't look like a man like this, so he finally wiped a handful of tears and began to serve Hua Tian Tian to freshen up.
When freshening up, Hua Tiantian still asked Xiao Anzi with some concern, "How is Ruosheng?" β
"Back to Your Majesty, the Imperial Doctor said that after a few more days of recuperation, you can get out of bed and move." After a pause, "However, the imperial doctor also said that Master Su needs to recuperate." β
Hua Tian Tian originally wanted to go to see Ruosheng, but when he heard Xiao Anzi say this, he had to give up.
After freshening up, because he was still worried about Feng Jing's arm injury, Hua Tian went to the Tai Hospital to call a few doctors and took them to the Anhao Palace.
Outside the Anhao Palace, seeing that the door of the palace was closed, Hua Tiantian guessed that Feng Jing should be inside to deal with political affairs.
The Imperial Forest Army on the side was about to go in to tell Feng Jing, but Hua Tiantian waved his hand to stop them.
Several of the Imperial Guards guarding the entrance of the hall glanced at each other, obviously a little unaccustomed to such a well-behaved Hua Tiantian.
"Shh Hua Tiantian made another booing gesture to a few of the Guards.
Several people suddenly had a bad premonition.
Sure enough, they could only watch Hua Tiantian lie directly on the temple door, pouting his ass and trying to look inside.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" One of them couldn't stand it anymore and reminded him loudly.
Hua Tiantian turned her head sideways and glared at the man, repeating the booing gesture again.
The Imperial Guards held back their inner breakdown and had to continue to pretend to be silent.
Seeing that the Imperial Forest Army didn't mean to hinder her anymore, Hua Tiantian turned her head sideways and continued to peek inside.
Unexpectedly, the door was suddenly opened.
Hua Tiantian's eyes were quick, and he was a few minutes away from the temple gate, avoiding the tragic situation of being slapped open by the door.
But the imperial doctor standing beside her didn't expect that a slightly younger imperial doctor was directly photographed out.
Hua Tiantian covered her eyes, and all she could hear in her ears was the voice of the imperial doctor's wailing.
"Your Majesty, why are you here? Your body still needs toβ"
Feng Jing walked out of the hall gate at this time, and frowned slightly when he saw Hua Tiantian covering his face and looking at him as if he couldn't bear to look at it directly.
"The widow is fine." As soon as he saw that it was Feng Jing, Hua Tiantian immediately called the remaining imperial doctor behind him, and pulled Feng Jing to the palace.
The "killed" imperial physician covered his buttocks and followed him in a madness.
As soon as he entered the hall, Hua Tiantian pulled Feng Jing to sit down.
Feng Jing glanced at those imperial doctors, and probably understood Hua Tiantian's intentions in his heart.
"Honestly touch the pulse, honestly tell the widow, confess leniently, and resist strictly."
The imperial doctors glanced at each other, wanting to look at Feng Jing, but Hua Tiantian stared at them tightly, and finally had to give up, and sat down in turn to take Feng Jing's pulse.
Seeing the helpless looks of the imperial doctors, Feng Jing couldn't help but smile and bend the corners of her lips.
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