Jiang Louyue's heart was overjoyed, and when she saw Emperor Jiuchen loosen her mouth, she knew that there was a play, and hurriedly said, "But what? ”

She knew that there were articles in it.

"But bowing your head is only temporary, after half a year, I will definitely take back the reputation of the Medicine King Valley from your Wuwen Marquis Mansion."

Di Jiuchen's voice was not loud, but it carried an undoubted majesty, perhaps, this is the natural kingly spirit.

"I hope that by that time, Miss Seven will not come forward to stop me again."

"Good!" Jiang Louyue responded in one bite.

As long as the Jiang family does not offend the future emperor to the end, and she does not leave a bad impression on Emperor Jiuchen, then the tragedy will not happen again twelve years later.

As for what will happen to the eldest sister and the third sister, she doesn't bother to care.

The corners of Di Jiuchen's lips hooked up a trace of ambition, even though his face was full of bruises, his eyes were like the brightest stars in the night: "Miss Seven, thank you." ”

With that, he turned and walked out of the deep alley of the garden.

Jiang Louyue followed him and walked in the direction of the Purple Pavilion together.

At the door of the Purple Pavilion, standing was Jiang Zixin, who had an anxious face, and when he saw Emperor Jiuchen and Jiang Louyue coming over, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "How is it?" ”

A shallow smile appeared on the corner of Jiang Louyue's lips, and she said, "The emperor drank too much last night, and he was a little confused, and his feel was inevitably a little inaccurate. ”

"Drank too much last night?" Jiang Zixin was stunned for a moment, and he hadn't turned around yet.

"Humph!"

At this moment, a slightly angry middle-aged man's voice came from the main hall of the Purple Pavilion, full of anger and sonorous power: "Come on, give this doctor from the Medicine King Valley a cup of sobering tea!" ”

Jiang Louyue raised her eyelids, and just saw her biological father Wu Wenhou stepping out of the Purple Pavilion with his hands behind his back, like a statue, with a solemn expression.

Marquis Wu Wen, the third son of Prince Jiang, was named Marquis.

Among Prince Jiang's sons, the title of Marquis Wuwen can be said to be the lowest. The vein of Wu Wenhou is also the worst branch of the Jiang clan in the imperial capital.

Soon, a maidservant came with a decanting tea.

Emperor Jiuchen drank it all, he knew in his heart that "getting drunk" was just a gimmick, it was Miss Seven who gave her the steps, and Wu Wenhou took it naturally for the sake of the face of the Hou Mansion.

"Master Hou, there was a mistake in the lower pulse. A cup of sobering tea is on the stomach, and it is like an initiation under it. Di Jiuchen clenched his fists with both hands and bowed his head to admit his mistake.

Wu Wenhou's dark face could not be darker, and finally eased a little.

Emperor Jiuchen once again stepped into the Purple Pavilion.

With a humble face, he walked to the edge of the third lady Jiang Ziyou's bed.

When the young ladies of the big families saw the doctor, they all pulled down the tent, and only showed one hand, which was placed on the small pillow bag, so that the doctor could take the pulse.

"Third Miss, it's the fault of the right people."

Emperor Jiuchen was able to bend and stretch, his face did not change, he sat down on the edge of the bed, stretched out two fingers, and put them on Jiang Ziyou's extremely white and tender wrist.

Di Jiuchen slowly closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and was unusually focused.

Wu Wenhou Jiangzi and Jiang Louyue all stood on the edge of the bed, surrounding Emperor Jiuchen in a half-circle, staring at his every move extremely nervously.

After a cup of tea.

Di Jiuchen slowly opened his eyes, turned his head, his dark eyes were slightly sunken, and the corners of his lips hooked up a vague arc, and said: "Returning to the Hou Ye, it is indeed a misdiagnosis in Xia Shicai, the third young lady is not pregnant, but because of the external wind and heat, there is a lump in the abdomen." ”

"Then why did you say Ximai before?" Jiang Zixin was a little reluctant, and asked to the bottom of the matter.

Di Jiuchen replied like a stream, explaining: "Pregnancy is a slippery pulse, which is often said to be a happy pulse, which should refer to smoothness, like a bead rolling jade plate; It is very similar to the floating vein, which is like a drifter on water, round but weak to touch. That is, the symptoms of the third lady. ”

After a few words, Jiang Zixin and Wu Wenhou were immediately convinced.

Especially Wu Wenhou, after hearing that his favorite daughter Jiang Ziyou was not pregnant, the crease between his eyebrows also relaxed, and he looked at Di Jiuchen, and his tone was much gentler, and said: "Then Doctor Yi, you see, is the lump in the little girl's abdomen serious?" ”

"It's not serious." Di Jiuchen unfolded the pen and paper, waved the ink, and said vigorously, "I will prescribe a dose of medicine for the third lady, and take it twice a day, and it will definitely be resolved day by day." ”

Looking at Di Jiuchen's serious face, Jiang Louyue's heart sighed, this person is really capable of pretending, acting is first-class.

Obviously she was pregnant, but he was stunned to fool his father and eldest sister, and he opened his mouth and closed his mouth.

After Jiang Louyue absorbed a small piece of soul crystallization within the magic qin, she already had a preliminary understanding of the basic knowledge of the immortal realm.

Inscription alchemy talismans are also often used in various elixirs, and these medicinal materials are also common in healing and alchemy.

Jiang Louyue poked her head out slightly, her eyes drifted to the prescription written by Emperor Jiuchen, and quickly glanced at it.

Astragalus, sand kernel, atractylodes, Sichuan interrupted, mulberry parasitic......

Where is this prescription for dissolving ruffians, it is clearly an elixir to stabilize the fetus!

Jiang Louyue looked at Di Jiuchen in disbelief, this guy is really dark, he didn't talk nonsense with his eyes open, and quietly prescribed fetal medicine to the third sister, obviously wanting to raise Jiang Ziyou's belly!

"Master Hou, the prescription is ready."

Emperor Jiuchen dried the ink on the prescription and handed it to Wu Wenhou with both hands.

Wu Wenhou didn't understand medicine, so he just glanced at it roughly, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "You go to the housekeeper Yuanzhong to take out the consultation fee, and in half a month, come to recheck the little girl." ”

Yuan Zhong is the father of the little fat man Yuanbao.

"Lou Yue, you send this emperor out of the house."

In the final analysis, Wu Wenhou cares most about the reputation of the Hou Mansion and the reputation of his daughter, as long as he is not pregnant, he can accept any result.

Wu Wenhou originally handed over this matter to his eldest daughter Jiang Zixin to deal with, but it was resolved by the seventh girl Jiang Louyue by mistake.

The seventh girl is young, her qualifications are mediocre, and her face is ruined, she can't imagine that her brain is so effective, why didn't he find out that this girl was so smart before?

"Yes, father."

Jiang Louyue blessed Wu Wenhou with a blessing, and turned around to send Emperor Jiuchen out.

When he walked to the vermilion gate of the Hou Mansion, Di Jiuchen looked at the horse that fell in a pool of blood, and the smashed car, his black eyes darkened a little, and under his long sleeves, a pair of fists were clenched tightly.

However, after three breaths, he forced the anger down again, and hummed a cloud of cold air from the end of his nose.

The corners of Jiang Louyue's lips hooked up a shallow smile, her beautiful eyes were like a clear stream, and she said: "Emperor Gongzi, are you thinking that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge." ”

Emperor Jiuchen was slightly stunned, his dark eyes were as deep as the sea, and he said in surprise: "You know medicine?" ”

Jiang Louyue smiled silently