Once a woman falls in love with a man, she will also fall in love with the people around him, and if a man falls in love with a woman, he will reject all the people around the woman. Great literature

As if saying goodbye to Shangguan Tianjue and walking directly towards the courtyard, she gently pushed open the door, and saw Chunhong walking out, and the room was suddenly filled with a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine, as if knowing that Chunhong was here to send fetal pills to herself, the two of them smiled at each other tacitly, and then passed each other.

Murong Yichuan walked back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, and when he saw that he was coming back, he hurriedly came to her; Forced to ask; "How did you go that long?" There was no trace of expression on his face, he always felt that he was just going to send Chu Qianqian out, how could it be delayed for so long, so he asked suspiciously.

As if disagreed; "When I came back, I saw Tianjue alone in the courtyard, so I said a few words to him, isn't it?" With a calm face, she didn't think it was a big deal, but she was used to Murong Yichuan's judge-like expression.

When Murong Yichuan heard this, there was still no expression on his face; He asked again; "What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything, I just said hello, right? Am I not free at all? In the future, I will have to report to the Wang family Chitose when I yawn a few times a day, I am not your prisoner, let alone your slave. "Great Literature" seemed to unconsciously show rebellion on her face, she walked over to the table, sat down on the chair, reached out and stroked the medicine bowl, felt that it was still a little hot, so she simply sat there and waited.

Murong Yichuan also came to Wanruo and sat down; "I don't care about you when I ask you, I really don't know the hearts of good people."

As if he turned his face to Murong Yichuan, he winked mischievously, and said with a smile; "Then the concubine will have more care for Chitose, so it's okay." "Don't just do it." As Murong Yichuan spoke, he reached out and pinched Wanruo's nose, using too much force, as if he was sticking out his tongue in pain.

"What are you talking about with Chu Qianqian? What did you ask her to do? King Fu asked curiously, at this time, there was no such judge's tone just now.

As if he didn't speak, he took out a small envelope directly from his pocket and stuffed it to Murong Yichuan; "See for yourself."

Murong Yichuan slowly opened the envelope with a puzzled expression, and inside was a folded piece of paper, he hurriedly opened it to see that there were some words written on it.

As if ignoring Murong Yichuan, seeing that the temperature of the medicine was almost there, she hurriedly picked up the bowl, and then held her breath and drank all the medicine in the bowl, the moment she put down the bowl, she took a deep breath, but it was so bitter, it seemed that her expression was extremely painful, she hurriedly picked up a glass of water that Chunhong had prepared and drank it, and the bitter taste of drinking a glass of water relieved a little. Great literature

Murong Yichuan looked at the prescription of a medicine written on the piece of paper, he didn't know anything about medicine, of course he didn't know what the prescription was for treatment, he turned his head and saw that he was still in pain after taking the medicine, he couldn't help but feel distressed, he knew that the fetal medicine he had just drunk was a fetal medicine, and the imperial doctor said that the fetal position of Wanruo was a little offset, and it had to be adjusted with medicine, he knew that this might be inseparable from his own demand for it night and night, so he couldn't bear to see her so painful.

"What's this prescription?" Although Murong Yichuan felt uncomfortable, he deliberately diverted the topic, the two of them were actually reluctant to mention the various things that were talked about at night, only in this way could they get along with each other well, and the distance between each other would not be widened again.

It's like a way; "The prescription for infertility, this is what I asked Sister Qianqian to ask for from a famous doctor, I heard that the doctor's ancestor had been a royal doctor in the court of the former dynasty to treat the infertility of the concubine."

"This is for Zi Yan." When Murong Yichuan said this, he looked at Wanruo with gratitude, grateful as if he had a deep friendship with Zi Yan, Zi Yan was also Murong Yichuan's most beloved sister, and he was grateful to him for being good to Zi Yan.

It's like nodding; "Yes, I really hope that Zi Yan will be able to conceive after taking this medicine, so that she will not be so troubled, she looks very grinning on the surface, as if she doesn't care about anything, but her mind is also delicate, especially for Zhongli Concubine, Zi Yan treats Zhongli Concubine with all his love, and the biggest heart problem for Zi Yan is that she has been married for so long and cannot give birth to a son and a half daughter for her beloved." Guiding Murong Ziyan, a trace of injury swept over her face, and that touch of injury was called moving.

Murong Yichuan was deeply moved by Wanruo's deep affection for Zi Yan, he hurriedly pressed the prescription according to Yanyang, and then put it in an envelope and exchanged it for Wanruo, and then took the opportunity to hold Wanruo's hand, "Wanruo; Thank you for this affection for Ziyan, thank you. Murong Yichuan looked at Wanruo with gratitude, he thought that although there was that affection between Wanruo and Zhongli Wenjun in the past, which made him and Zi Yan very painful, but it was all in the past, as if the heart for Zi Yan was true, it would be enough.

As if in the face of Murong Yichuan's politeness, she was not used to it, she didn't like such politeness between them, which would alienate the distance between each other, as if she pulled her hand out of Yichuan's palm, and said; "You don't need to thank me, I didn't do this to please you, Zi Yan is not only your sister, but also my sister." As if he had said that, he turned his body and deliberately gave Murong Yichuan a back.

As soon as Murong Yichuan stretched out his hand, he pulled Wanruo's entire body into his arms, he subconsciously put his hand on Wanruo's lower abdomen, and then lay on his ear and did softly; "I know that you are not good to Ziyan because of me, but I still have to thank you, with a wife like you, I have nothing to ask for in my life." King Fu said sincerely, but if he didn't believe it in his heart, he didn't want anything in his life, his country, his Xuanxuan, and his heirs, he may not be as important as he thought in his mind, let alone as important as he said.

As if pouting, full of protest; "That's a nice thing you say."

"You don't believe me?" King Fu asked through gritted teeth, he hated others to doubt his words the most, as if he was challenging his majesty, but this woman was always challenging his majesty from beginning to end.

As if biting her lip, and then reaching out and taking the delicate jade teacup from the table to play with, she replied lightly; "I'm not saying I don't believe it, it's your own words."

Murong Yichuan raised his eyebrows angrily, and in the face of his anger, it seemed to be a chuckle, as if it was a jade funny thing to provoke him.

There was a faint ambiguity in the air around them.